The Devil You Know (Rutledge Family, Book 3)
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"From acclaimed author Liz Carlyle comes a spellbinding new novel in which the ton's most charming ne'er-do-well meets his match in a most unexpected fashion and discovers the true meaning of desire.... ** *The Devil You Know* **
Frederica d'Avillez is sure she will never marry. She's had a disastrous London season, and now her longtime beau has thrown her over for a more eligible miss. But if Freddie can't have a husband, she's hell-bent on experiencing at least one night of unforgettable passion. Where better than in the arms of the dashing rogue Bentley ""Hell-Bent"" Rutledge? So what if he's a rake, scoundrel, and all-round devil?
Scandal trails in Bentley's wake and fair maidens usually steer well clear of him -- and vice versa. But when the opportunity presents itself, Bentley can't resist Freddie's exotic beauty. When their wild, reckless passion has dire consequences, Bentley is forced to choose between honor and freedom. And Freddie soon realizes that Bentley's devil-may-care façade is just that -- for she has unwittingly unleashed his dark secrets...and secret desires.
ever bedded?” “Stop it, Bentley! I don’t want to hear it!” “Oh, come on, Freddie, why not?” His smile was bitter, his eyes ice cold. “You know what’s said of me! I’ve slept with them all—randy widows, rich socialites, tavern sluts, dockyard whores—and I damned sure won’t be looking up their husbands to apologize. That’s the whole point, you see. I just don’t care. It makes no difference to me. It’s like scratching an itch. And Freddie, I itch a lot.” Frederica felt her indignation surge. “Do
Essex. In all likelihood, no one at Chatham Lodge would notice or care. He often came and went without invitation or announcement. And he’d already told Gus that he had to take his leave directly after breakfast, for in less than three days he was due at Chalcote Court for the christening of his newest niece, a child whom he had inexplicably been asked to godparent. Besides, his note told Freddie very plainly where to find him. Yes, it explained everything, and sweetly, too. The words had been
importantly, their children—safe. Someone who was wise and well grounded, someone she could love with her whole heart, and who would be worthy of her deepest respect. She had tried to convince herself that person was Johnny. But nowadays, when she was alone with what was left of her dreams, Frederica could admit that even in Johnny she had been willing to settle. His chief attraction had been his familiarity. He was the boy next door. A simple country squire. And all of those things had seemed
support that poor girl? You have no profession. You have been thrown out of every university in the kingdom. Indeed, you haven’t even a roof over your head unless one counts Roselands, which is Helene’s.” “I don’t need your threats, Cam,” he growled. “Just sod off.” His brother held up his hands, palms outward. “These are not threats, Bentley,” he said, the strain telling in his voice. “I just need to be sure everyone is provided for.” “Oh, you need!” echoed Bentley caustically. “You have ever
Good Lord, a quarter past nine! She threw back the covers and jerked on her wrapper just as Jennie bustled through the door. The maid carried a covered dish and a cup of chocolate. “Oh, miss, are you awake, then?” she chirped, taking the tray to the small table between the windows. “I peeped in at eight, but you was dead to the world.” “Good morning, Jennie.” Hastily, Frederica tied her wrapper. “Have you seen Mr. Rutledge today?” “Gone off a good hour ago, miss,” she answered. “I didn’t hear