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If you love the complexity of Laura Kinsale without the inherent tragedy, discover Elizabeth Hoyt, seven books on and we haven’t been disappointed! Infamous for his wild, sensual needs, Lazarus Huntington, Lord Caire, is searching for a savage killer in St. Giles, London's most notorious slum. Widowed Temperance Dews knows the area like the back of her hand, she cares for its children at the foundling home her family established. Now that home is at risk.
Caire makes a simple offer - in return for Temperance's help navigating the perilous alleys of St. Giles, he will introduce her to high society so that she can find a benefactor for the home. But Temperance may not be the innocent she seems, and what begins as a cold bargain soon falls prey to a passion neither can control and may well destroy them both.
Excerpt: She stood with quiet confidence, this respectable woman who lived in the sewer that was St. Giles. Her eyes had widened at the sight of him, but she made no move to flee. Indeed, finding a strange man in her pathetic sitting room seemed not to frighten her at all.
Interesting.
"I am Lazarus Huntington, Lord Caire," he said.
"I know. What are you doing here?"
He tilted his head, studying her. She knew him, yet did not recoil in horror? Yes, she'd do quite well. "I've come to make a proposition to you, Mrs. Dews."
Still no sign of fear, though she eyed the doorway. "You've chosen the wrong lady, my lord. The night is late. Please leave my house."
No fear and no deference to his rank. An interesting woman indeed.
"My proposition is not, er, illicit in nature," he drawled. "In fact, it's quite respectable. Or nearly so."
She sighed, looked down at her tray, and then back up at him. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
He almost smiled. Tea? When had he last been offered something so very prosaic by a woman? He couldn't remember. |
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