One Wicked Night (Andersen Hall, Book 1)
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"One Wicked Night of Passion Can Change Everything
To escape her tyrannical father's designs, Miss Lillian Kane gambles her reputation and transforms herself from insipid Miss Wallflower to Daring Sensation, dazzling Polite Society and the opportune attention of a notable marquis in the process. But when her kindly protector is wrongly accused of murder and dragged off to Newgate Prison, suddenly Lillian needs more than a pretty face and a plan. She needs Nicholas Redford, the one man in London who wants nothing to do with her.
Nick is not about to imperil his good name or that of his fledgling inquiry firm by helping a murderous scoundrel elude justice, no matter how enticing the man's mistress. But the exquisite Miss Kane is not as she appears, the dashing investigator soon learns. And it is only after one wicked night of passion that Nick realizes that of all dark places where danger lurks, the most unsuspecting is his heart.
one look at her and just know. She pushed aside the irrational fear. She was here on a mission of the greatest importance and did not have time for girlish stupidity. Besides, the man might not even remember her. Her footman, Gillman, opened the door, and the hinges cried out in protest. Swallowing, she entered the hallway at the top of the stairs and looked around. There were four sets of doors, and she had no idea which way to turn. There was little light, the hallway bore no sign, and it
certainly is aptly named.” He coughed into his fist. “Not that I notice those things, mind you. I went for the culture.” He looked up. “Did you ever have the chance to see her?” “She was ages before my time, sir,” Nick ribbed. “So were many other great things, you guttersnipe,” he retorted, joking. He sipped from his drink. Then, licking his lips, Winner sighed dramatically. “Miss Figbottom. I would love to meet her in person.” “I cannot introduce you until I meet her myself.” “Very well, but
down and opened her arms. The cat jumped into her lap. The lady stood, cradling the large feline. “Mr. Redford, may I introduce Jack.” “That’s Jack?” he scoffed. “The one you cannot countenance any longer?” She nodded toward the green pallet on the ground nearby. “This naughty boy has been misbehaving again.” Hicks stepped over to the pallet and lifted it up with two gloved fingers, making a face of disgust. “I’ll have Miss Lonnie wash it yet again, my lady.” “Thank you, Hicks.” “And I will
like a bear to sweet berries. But he refused to be tempted. A promise made was a promise kept. “I have always wanted to see Windsor,” she commented, staring out the window at the countryside flashing by. “I have only seen renderings.” Leave it to Lillian to try to put a sunny face on a tense situation. “Perhaps you will meet Queen Charlotte,” he offered. “Heaven forbid! I am not dressed for court. This is hardly acceptable attire—” “Don’t worry, Lillian. All will be well. I promise.” Her
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