Scoundrel (The Blades of the Rose)
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London Harcourt's father is bent on subjugating the world's magic to British rule. But since London is a mere female, he hasn't bothered to tell her so. He's said only that he's leading a voyage to the Greek isles. No matter, after a smothering marriage and three years of straitlaced widowhood, London jumps at the opportunity - unfortunately, right into the arms of Bennett Day. Bennett is a ladies' man, when he's not dodging lethal attacks to protect the powers of the ancients from men like London's father. Sometimes, he's a ladies' man even when he is dodging them. But the minute he sees London he knows she will require his full attention. The woman is lovely, brilliant, and the only known speaker of a dialect of ancient Greek that holds the key to calling down the wrath of the gods. Bennett will be risking his life again - but around London, what really worries him is the danger to his heart...
arms and carried her below. He didn’t break stride, not even when grabbing a roll of muslin stored in the quarterdeck house. “I’m ruining your shirt,” London said, looking at the ruby stains she left on his clothes. “Don’t care.” He kicked open the door to his cabin, set her on the bunk, and immediately took a wad of muslin and dabbed it on her wound. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Cupping her arm in his hand, pressing the muslin there to staunch the bleeding, he felt the slimness of her,
father as they sat in the hotel parlor. People were gathering in their evening dress for aperitifs, murmuring pleasantries in English. London had dressed for dinner as well, in a low-shouldered Worth gown of violet gauze over cream satin, her hair pinned up and adorned with silk flowers. She had, in fact, worn that same toilette when having dinner at her parents’ house a week before she and her father left for Greece. She had known everyone at the table. Wearing that same gown now, everything in
of the Sea Chapter 18: The Black Temple Chapter 19: The Eye Unleashed Chapter 20: The Eye Restored Epilogue: Arrivals and Departures Chapter 1 A Chance Encounter Athens, Greece. 1875. The bloody problem with magic was that he wasn’t allowed to use it. Bennett Day ducked as a heavy marble bust of Plato flew toward his head. It smashed into the wall behind him, leaving a sizable hole that could have easily served as the philosopher’s allegorical cave. Bennett tutted. “Not very
of condescension. London did not bother telling him that she was most definitely a madame and not a mademoiselle. “Look here,” she said, pointing to the writing. “This form of Greek wasn’t in use during the reign of Darius the Great. Here, and here, the wording isn’t correct. The vowels, you see. They shifted. It’s clear that this piece of pottery came from the era of no earlier than Darius the Third.” The Frenchman gaped at her in disbelief. Sally also looked shocked. But then, Sally had never
sinful and superb. But did she have the courage to do it? In the darkness, his eyes were ink, but warm, so warm. He desired her, yes, as she did him. But she felt him pushing her toward something, toward a greater understanding of herself. She could find comfort in a quick release, and hide in that. This way, this suspension and play, brought her out, challenged her. And she would meet that challenge. London pushed him back lightly, so he stepped away. His erection jutted up, pulling the fabric