In Bed with the Devil
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Sometimes it is worthwhile to be wicked....They call him the Devil Earl-a scoundrel and accused murder who grew up on the violent London streets. A proper young lady risks more than her reputation when consorting with the roguishly handsome Lucian Langdon, but Lady Catherine Mabry believes she has no choice. To protect those she loves, she would do anything-even strike a bargain with the devil himself.
Lucian desires respectability and a wife above all else, but the woman of his choosing lacks the social graces to be accepted by aristocracy. Catherine can help Lucian gain everything he wants. But what she asks for in exchange will put their very lives in jeopardy. When danger closes in, Catherine discovers a man of immense passion and he discovers a woman of immeasurable courage. As secrets from his dark past are revealed, Lucian begins to question everything he knows to be true, including the yearnings of his own heart.
for three months for stealing peppermints, for stealing sweets, which were probably valued at no more than a penny.” The longer he spoke, the more his voice took on an edge of outrage that astounded her. She’d not have thought he’d care about children or prison reform. She’d thought he was a man who cared only for his own pleasure. She no longer felt like eating, but he’d gone to such trouble to make it for her. “Is that how it was for you?” He slowly shook his head. “No, I knew better. I
slight the woman he loved— “Have you been here long?” Catherine asked, trying to make up for Winnie’s impoliteness. “No, not long. Miss Darling wanted to rush through and get a lay of the land, as it were. I prefer a leisurely pursuit. Which do you recommend?” “I believe it’s impossible to see everything in one go. At least by going slowly you see everything in more detail.” “My thought exactly.” Whit began rocking against her, his short legs kicking her backside and hip. “Go! Go!”
detected an urging in Frannie’s voice, saw an understanding in her eyes, that was giving Catherine permission for something beyond what they were discussing, but before she could ask for confirmation, she heard the door to the bedchamber opening. “You get Whit,” Frannie said. “I’m going to travel with Bill to his residence so all is ready when Luke feels it’s safe.” Catherine nodded and headed down the hallway to the nursery. There was so much to get done, and for this plan to work, they needed
his was very much like looking into a mirror at my own, but still it seemed a rather trite thing upon which to base so grand a decision. I was fourteen at the time. Awaiting trial for committing murder. I must confess it was a rather fortuitous moment to be declared a future lord of the realm, as the judicial system was not opposed to hanging young lads who were considered troublesome. I’d developed quite a reputation in that regard. Considering the circumstances of my arrest, I have no doubt I
at things through different eyes, through the eyes of the Earl of Claybourne. He remembered how the lion’s head on the fireplace poker had frightened him as a child. He remembered riding the wooden rocking horse in the nursery. Usually when he looked at the portrait for too long, cataloging the features, his head would begin to hurt. But not tonight. Tonight there was nothing except the calming liquor swirling through his blood. Even that was unusual. Normally, he sought oblivion. Tonight he