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“Suzanne Enoch’s sparkling talent makes each book witty, romantic, and always an eagerly anticipated pleasure.”
A classic from USA Today bestseller Suzanne Enoch—whom Julia Quinn calls, “One of my very favorite authors”—Stolen Kisses is the delightful story of how a Regency Era rogue’s planned revenge against the beautiful so-called “Ice Queen” goes deliciously, romantically awry.
of anything, is he?” She fanned her face again. “And you were right, Lil. He is after you.” She blushed again. “He wants to be your sixth suitor.” Lilith’s pulse fluttered. “Nonsense. He’s merely angry at me for cutting him, and this is his diabolical way of gaining revenge.” Penelope thought about that for a moment. “You may be right,” she conceded, “though I think you’re simply overcome. I know I am, and I wasn’t even at the center of it.” “I wish I hadn’t been. I have no desire to anger His
he needed to get Wenford safely planted somewhere to be found. He couldn’t say he was the least bit sorry to see the old boy gone. Politically, Wenford was hopelessly backward, and his absence from the House of Lords would be a relief. It was a pity, though, that his death would elevate Dolph Remdale to the dukedom. The conceited fool was already insufferable enough. Jack thoughtfully studied Wenford’s profile again. Dear Randolph needed something to take him down a notch. Milgrew knocked the
restraint of two delicate French bone clips. Slightly slanted hazel eyes gave her an exotic look, wise and innocent at the same time. Her green and peach silk gown was demure enough, but she had a sensual, gliding way of moving across the ballroom floor that caught the eyes of more than one gentleman. Antonia St. Gerard herself, no doubt. Lilith waited impatiently for the set to end. Finally she intercepted her brother as he went to fetch a glass of punch. If the dazed, puppyish expression on
state of mind when he drew up his will,” Lilith answered. “Why not? It’s damned convenient, and highly unlikely. Wenford would’ve ordered all of England to wear black bombazine if he could have managed it.” She hated agreeing with him, even though she’d thought the same thing herself. “So Dolph didn’t want to spend six months out of society. It’s not the first time it’s been done.” Jack reluctantly nodded. “True,” he conceded. “But why—” “There was no need to demand a waltz from me, if all
back and moaned, all sensation narrowing to where Jack’s hand caressed her most private place. “You’re a romantic,” she declared shakily, her hands tracing the hard muscles of his back as he leaned closer. He kissed her deeply again, and let his mouth once more travel down to her breasts. “You inspire me,” he murmured, shifting so that the length of his body covered hers. With his hand he coaxed her legs further apart, then settled his own between them. Lilith gazed into the dark eyes that