Dance of Seduction (Swanlea Spinsters, Book 4)
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She vowed to resist . . .
It's difficult enough for Lady Clara Stanbourne to run her London home for reformed young pickpockets without having to contend with a criminal rightnext door! The mysterious Morgan Pryce is obviouslydealing in stolen property, and she will never allowthe handsome scoundrel to lead the children astray.Pryce is very much mistaken if he believes her adelicate rose he can wilt with passionate, unspokenpromises. Now if only Clara could douse the fieryyearning the charming cad ignites inside her.
His heated caresses . . .
This bold, beautiful temptress is indeed a distraction—and Morgan wishes he could tell the exquisite Clarathe truth: that he is working undercover to break upa notorious crime ring. His mind should be on hisduty—not wondering how it would feel to hold Clarain his arms and taste her luscious lips. But nowthat she has entered into his most dangerous game,Morgan knows he must have her, despite the veryreal peril to his secret mission—andto his heart.
of her gown and sliding those sleek, knowing fingers over her belly, trailing kisses over her breasts and— “If it’s Lucy you want,” Samuel broke in, “She’s over there.” A blush staining her cheeks, Clara jerked her gaze from Morgan to Samuel, who watched her with clear suspicion. Grimly, the footman pointed across the room. There stood the seventeen-year-old Lucy, serving pots of beer to a table of half-drunken men who eyed her with blatant admiration. No great surprise there. Taller than most
the latter, why didn’t he simply say so? “I don’t respond well to bribery, sir.” “Bribery? Who said anything about bribery?” “Come now, Lord Ravenswood, I know a bribe when I hear one. But as it happens, I’ve just come into a rather large fortune, so I don’t need your thousand pounds. If you want my silence, you’ll have to offer me something I want more than money. Like the truth.” Though his eyes glittered dangerously, he twisted around to lean against the rail with apparent nonchalance.
be heading home. Besides, the Home was just a cry away—if she screamed, someone there would surely run to her rescue. And Morgan and Johnny were undoubtedly both inside the shop, and they would help her, too. Just thinking of how Morgan had vanished after their dance made her scowl. Why, he hadn’t so much as said good night! That only proved he’d been rushing down here to do something devious. It was most vexing how he and Lord Ravenswood seemed determined to be mysterious. She’d had quite
through the dirty windows but could see nothing, not even the faint glow of a burning lamp in the back. She knocked but no one answered, and a quick check of the door showed it was locked. How very strange. Could their dastardly activity involve something off the premises? Just to be sure, she slipped around to the alley and tried the alley door. It was locked, too, and nobody answered when she knocked. Her blood began to pound. If Morgan wasn’t here, Johnny at least should be. Unless Morgan and
well, Morgan would marry her. He refused to be like his mother’s lovers, satisfying his own needs at the expense of a woman’s reputation and future. Whatever it cost him, he would make it right. And if she refused his suit? Morgan eyed her thoughtfully as he drew on his drawers. From what he’d heard, she’d never sought a husband. But then she’d never bedded any man either. No, she was too sensible not to accept his suit. Women like her didn’t take lovers, and if they did let themselves be