The Curse of Lord Stanstead (Order of the M.U.S.E. Book 1)
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London, 1819. Wherever Cassandra Darkin goes, fire is sure to follow. It's not until she's swept into the arms of a handsome, infuriating stranger that she learns she's responsible for the fires. As it turns out, Cassandra is a fire mage...and with her gift comes a blazing desire for sins of the flesh.
With his pretenatural ability to influence the thoughts of others, Garrett Sterling is sent to gather Cassandra for the Order of the M.U.SE. He's entirely unprepared for his immediate attraction to the comely little firestarter. But it's an attraction that he must quell, even as his body craves her touch and her fiery, sensual hunger.
For Garrett's gift has a dark side...and the moment he begins to care too much for Cassandra, he knows he will doom her to an inescapable fate.
The Order of the M.U.S.E. series is best enjoyed in order.
Book #1 The Curse of Lord Stanstead
Book #2 The Madness of Lord Westfall
Book #3 The Lost Soul of Lord Badewyn
hat on his head. “Those who offend are often the last to know.” Chapter Six Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet. —John Keats, from “The Realm of Fancy” True to her initial intentions, Cassandra continued to lock her door each night. Garret presented himself each evening shortly after she retired. He knocked politely, requesting admittance, but she always sent him away with a flea in his ear. It wasn’t his fault. She liked Garret very much. He was amusing, courtly
His Grace, Mr. Bernard was telling me about something called the ASP.” Since she wouldn’t be drawn into talking about the sexual tension smoldering between them, Garret sat back and hitched one ankle over the opposite knee. If that gave her a clear view up his banyan to his bare cock and balls, so be it. “That was a short conversation I wager. We know next to nothing about the ASP.” “We know its name.” Her gaze flicked to his knees, then back to his face. She was careful to maintain eye contact
our work here.” “Alone?” “I won’t be alone. Lady Easton will remain with me. As long as Lady Waldgren is in Brighton we can count on invitations to interminable teas and soirees. That can be used to our advantage. One can learn a great deal from an inveterate gossip, especially when she doesn’t realize one is doing it,” Cassie said. “The lease on this house is yours now, so I assume Lady Easton and I can still make this our pied-à-terre until you return.” “You assume wrongly,” he said, arms
back in a thick, loose braid. She couldn’t wait for the duke’s coach to be brought around, either. Not when her own two legs could let her cut across the grassy park to the Pavilion in a trice. She hoisted her narrow column gown’s hem and, legs churning, didn’t stop sprinting until she reached the pleasure house’s door. A carriage with the royal crest emblazoned on its sides was parked under the portico. The footmen and driver lounged near the equipage, which meant the Prince Regent was already
leave this life without taking the best part of him with her. “You should rest, too,” Lady Easton interrupted his misery. “There’s nothing more we can do until we reach Camden House.” “I should have done something before this,” Garret said. It was all his fault. If only he’d been strong enough to stay away from her before she had appeared in his nightmares… “You did all you could. You saved Cassandra and captured Paschal,” Lady Easton said. “His Grace will be so pleased.” But Garret wasn’t