The Scandal in Kissing an Heir (At the Kingsborough Ball, Book 2)
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"**He is the next Marquis of Wolvington…
She is a lady with nothing but beauty and wits…
Together they share a forbidden kiss.**
Lady Rebecca is determined to find a husband on her own terms, rather than marry any of the aging suitors her greedy aunt and uncle foist upon her. Her chance comes at the Kingsborough Ball, where she meets several potential grooms…yet no one compares to the dangerously handsome Daniel Neville.
Daniel Neville, notorious rake and heir to the Marquis of Wolvington, is in need of a bride, but finding a lady who’s willing to accept his past, is an entirely different matter. When he spies a stunning woman across the ballroom, Daniel believes he’s found her…until scandal erupts around them. How can he convince Rebecca to take a chance on him…and on the love that could be theirs forever after?
such a thing if she’d developed feelings for him that went beyond those of friendship. What was he thinking? Of course she wouldn’t have. They’d barely known each other a week, and he certainly wasn’t in love with her either, although he definitely liked her a lot—more than any other woman he’d ever met, and that made him want to do right by her. It bothered him that she was so willing to let him stray. Perhaps with time they would form a closer bond and this would change, but until then, he
writes that the person who shot you has been apprehended and that he will happily provide us with more information on the matter, but that under the circumstances, it would be best if he did so in person.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Rebecca asked, a little confused by the vagueness of the letter. “I suppose he wants to avoid the chance of the letter falling into someone else’s hands and the information becoming public,” Daniel mused, looking vastly intrigued. “There is a postscript stating
late for that now—Rebecca had turned her head and seen him watching them—especially if he wanted to share a bed with her once they got home. With a heavy sigh, he started making his way toward them, smiling as he reached Rebecca’s side despite her look of displeasure. He linked his arm with hers, hoping to show where his loyalty lay. “Good evening, Solange,” he then said smoothly. “I see you’ve met my wife.” “Indeed, I was just offering her my congratulations on her marriage,” Solange said, her
she began, not sure of what she would say or of what she could say to express how much his declaration meant to her. “I know,” he murmured, nuzzling her hand with his cheek. “You don’t have to say anything else. I know exactly how you feel.” And then he smiled that wonderful smile she’d come to adore, and the only thing she could think to do was kiss him, so she did. She kissed him with all the love and passion she felt for him until they were both breathless. “I’m sorry,” she whispered,
earn his own income, which I hear he did by gambling . . . little surprise there.” Grover smiled at her, his lips stretched wide and his eyes glistening the way a pirate’s might upon spotting a bounty of treasure. “Rebecca, it is quite clear that you cannot go on alone,” her aunt said very matter-of-factly. “This house is not a simple country cottage. There are expenses to be paid—excessive expenses, since it is in London—and then there’s the staff, of course. Eventually your dowry will be