Something Sinful (Griffin Family, Book 3)
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"It was lust at first sight . . .
She was a vision, an exotic goddess who floated across the ballroom, conjuring images of warm nights and silk sheets, and Lord Charlemagne Griffin felt lightning shoot straight to his . . . well, he was definitely interested. So the lady isn't exactly the sharpest knife on the rack, as Shay soon discovers, but the generous bosom just above her low neckline more than makes up for it. Before he knows it, Shay is bragging about an impending business deal to impress her . . .
Lady Sarala Carlisle may appear naïve, but too late Shay realizes her unconventional beauty masks a razor-sharp intelligence and flawless instincts—and she'd just bested him! Well, two can play at this game, and one of Shay's many skills is the fine art of seduction.
But in this contest, the only thing to lose is one's heart.
gave him a moment. “It is good to see that you’ve finally found someone who’s willing to tolerate your rhythmless plodding, Zach.” He looked over at his brother’s wife. “That’s why he married you, I’m afraid. Because you don’t mind getting your feet tromped on.” “Fine, I’ll leave you be,” his younger brother conceded, releasing him. “Just don’t enlighten Caro about any more of my faults she hasn’t already discovered.” Caroline chuckled. “I know them all, Zachary.” Her husband moved around to
“You’re welcome. And your carpet and I are both fine.” He pulled the Gaston House note from his pocket and nudged it in Sebastian’s direction. “It’s from Oswald.” “Your butler?” Charlemagne nodded. “Apparently someone tried to break into Gaston House last night. Oswald and a pair of footmen heard the noise and drove them off, but a window was broken.” “That’s odd,” the duke commented, reading the note before he handed it back over. “I would think most of London would know not to break into a
attend.” “And what might that be?” her father asked as he settled into the coach beside his wife. “Mama’s friends have decided to marry me off to either Lord Epping or Lord John Tundle, and Mama’s set on the Duke of Melbourne.” Sarala grinned; the more she thought about it, the sillier it seemed. “Only the poor men don’t know it.” “There is nothing remotely poor about the Duke of Melbourne. Keep that in mind, Sarah.” The marquis cleared his throat. “I thought you danced the other night with
“No. I already asked.” Zachary gestured at the head waiter, who immediately began toward them from across the room. “I’m sure Martins would de-chair someone if you inquired, though. Lord Talmidge and his nephews, perhaps?” With an annoyed glance at Zachary, Sebastian settled into his waiting seat. “And then I’d have to support the nephews after Talmidge’s subsequent apoplexy and death. Thank you, no.” “Your Grace, we are honored by your presence,” Martins exclaimed in his permanently hushed
Sarala would marry—that was both his preference and his duty as a gentleman. But with Melbourne in the position of being both a brother and a business partner, as well as a friend, the more harmoniously Sarala entered the Griffin family, the better it would be for everyone concerned. Charlemagne took a generous swallow of wine. As much as he enjoyed the conflicts and intricacies that accompanied any business proceedings, here those same challenges were twisting him up inside. He didn’t want to