A Dangerous Seduction. Patricia Frances Rowell
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Название: A Dangerous Seduction

Автор: Patricia Frances Rowell

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Историческая литература

Серия: Mills & Boon Historical

isbn: 9781472039712

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      “Come now, sweet torment. Tell me, if you can, that you do not want me.

      “Tell me you wish to leave me. Tell me that while I take your breath away, while I make you moan. Come, make me believe it.”

      He pulled her into his arms, bruising her lips under his. She collapsed against him, and Morgan thought the victory won.

      But suddenly she pulled back, holding him off with her palms, her eyes the ominous gray of a lowering storm. She spoke quietly at first, but her voice rose steadily with growing emotion. “You say I want you. And I do.” She wiped angrily at her eyes. “You know it. And you are taking advantage of it, and…” She was shouting now, tears trailing down her face.

      “I will not be your whore!”

      Praise for Patricia Frances Rowell’s debut

      A PERILOUS ATTRACTION

      “…promising Regency-era debut…

       a memorable heroine who succeeds in capturing

       the hero’s heart as well as the reader’s.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      “Ms. Rowell has a nice touch for penning

       likeable characters…a relaxing, romantic read.”

      —Romantic Times

      “…a promising first romance.”

      —The Romance Reader

      A Dangerous Seduction

      Patricia Frances Rowell

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      In memory of my young friend Morgan Mitchell,

       who left us at the age of nine

      And for my grandchildren,

       who are, happily, still with us—

      Zachary Nathaniel, Eric Dean, Joseph Richmond,

       Amber Nicole, Camille Elise, Joy Anna, Jillian Paige

       and Andrew Houghton

      And, of course, for Johnny

      Acknowledgment

      I would like to thank my friend Maria Budzenski

       for her help with this story. She sent me literally

       boxes of information in addition to her personal

       observations of Cornwall. Thank you, Maria.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Epilogue

       Prologue

      London, England, 1808

       P ain. Gripping, grinding, paralyzing pain. He lay on the grass in the pool of blood that leaked through his fingers. But how could he…?

      Five, six, seven—three more steps and he would kill the bastard. But there had been no more steps. Eight… A flash of light, a blast, and he was falling. Falling forward, propelled by a blow that knocked him off his feet and onto his face.

      Laughter. Shouts. Running feet. Shots. The blood stained his coat and dripped over the hand he pressed in vain against his chest.

      The scurvy dog shot before the count! Shot you in the back.

      And he laughed.

      The laughter echoed through the darkness that was closing around him.

      The bastard laughed!

      Hoofbeats. The laughter trailing away.

      He had thought he hated the man. Now he knew better.

      In that moment was conceived a hatred as deep as his soul.

      He tried to raise himself on one elbow, tried to lift the pistol still clutched in his hand. Too heavy. Too dark. Hands taking the pistol. Voices calling his name. The darkness wrapping around him in a smothering cloud. Gasping. Choking.

      Breathe, damn you, breathe. A breath. Another breath. One more. Another. You can’t die. Not now. The dog must pay.

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