I've Got My Duke to Keep Me Warm (The Lords of Worth)
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Calm. Cool. Collected. Gisele Whitby has perfected the art of illusion-her survival, after all, has depended upon it. Years ago, to escape an abusive husband, Gisele "disappeared." Now she must risk revealing her new identity to save another innocent girl from the same fate. But she needs a daring man for her scheme, and the rogue in question shows a remarkable talent . . . for shattering Gisele's carefully constructed facade and igniting her deepest desires.
. . . PASSION IGNITES
This isn't the first time Jamie Montcrief has awakened naked and confused from a night of drinking. It is, however, the first time a stunningly beautiful woman offers him payment afterward. Gisele has a business proposition for him, a mission involving cunning thievery and a brazen rescue. How can he say no to a plot this dangerous . . . and a woman this delectable?
straining now beneath her touch, his muscles trembling in an effort to remain still. But he had yet to touch her, yet to guide her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, the whiskey-colored depths fevered, sweat glistening along his temples. “Gisele—” Very deliberately she bent her head, taking him fully into her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the length of his shaft, and Jamie made a tortured noise, every muscle in his body seizing. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock
crowd around him. Adam groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. He would have to put some very serious thought into how he was going to handle the talk that would be generated by the unfortunate turn of events this afternoon. He couldn’t have people whispering. Not now. Another thought surfaced, leaving him stricken. Sebastien. His former valet. Adam had thought the man long gone, perhaps even dead, yet here he was, back in London, with Montcrief of all people. The valet had never been
brother rode beside me, filled with illusions and misconceptions of reality, and I realized there was nothing I could do to protect him. There was no adventure or glory. There was only the interminable wait for death, interspersed with terrifying, ruthless moments in which you must kill or be killed.” “I’m sorry, Jamie.” “He was trying to save me when he died. My horse had me pinned, and I’d been shot.” He barely heard her words. “He wouldn’t listen—” He stopped, terrified he was losing
war against France? I hate to tell you this, Jamie, but you’re not so important as to incite a war between countries.” Jamie scowled at her. “I never said I was. But I should have been able to do something.” She sighed. “You can start doing something now by not carrying Michael’s death around on your shoulders.” “And how do I do that? How do I convince myself that there was nothing else I could have done? That if I had been just a little faster, if I had stayed closer, if I had kept—” “You
not my keeper,” he muttered. “No,” she agreed in a gentle voice he didn’t deserve. “I am your employer. And I am making a simple request. Can you accommodate me?” “Yes,” he said tightly. “Thank you.” She was silent for a long moment, and he could feel the weight of her stare as she considered him. “Why me?” he demanded. “You could have chosen a different man. Why am I here?” He was fairly certain he wasn’t going to like her answer, but he suddenly needed to know. “Because you saved me last