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Indulge in the charm of Suzanne Enoch, one of our favourite authors! And we’ll be spoiled – the second book of the Notorious Gentlemen series, Before the Scandal is out in August. Reserve your copy now. Sullivan Waring wants only two things: his rightful inheritance, and revenge against the man who stole it from him. By day, Sullivan is the most respected horse breeder in England; by night, he plunders the ton's most opulent homes to reclaim his late mother's beautiful paintings. His quest is going swimmingly until the night he's discovered by Lady Isabel Chalsey. Clad only in a revealing nightdress, she's an entrancingly different kind of plunder, and how can a thief resist stealing a kiss?
Surprised by a masked man in her own home, Isabel should be quaking with fear. Instead the sight of the sinfully handsome Sullivan makes her tremble with excitement. Who is this man, and why is he so set on this reckless pursuit? Lady Isabel loves a challenge, and she'll dare anything to uncover Sullivan's secret but she may instead convince him that she is the greatest prize of all.
Feel the tension: A woman stood between him and the morning room. At first he thought he’d fallen asleep outside the house and was dreaming – her long blonde hair, blue-tipped by moonlight, fell around her shoulders like water. If he’d been dreaming, though, she would have been naked. Half expecting her to melt away into the moonlight, Sullivan remained motionless. In the thick shadows beneath the stairs he had to be nearly invisible. If she hadn’t seen him, then–
“What are you doing in my house?” she asked. Her voice shook; she was mortal after all. If he said the wrong thing or moved too abruptly, she would scream. And then he would have a fight on his hands. While he didn’t mind that, it might prevent him from leaving with the painting – and that was his major goal.
“I’m here for a kiss,” he said.
She looked from his masked face to the bundle beneath his arm. “Then you have very bad eyesight, because that is not a kiss.”
Grudgingly, even occupied with figuring a way to leave with both his skin and the painting, he had to admit that she had her wits about her. Even in the dark, alone, and faced with a masked stranger. |
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