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What a treat for Rendezvous readers! Celeste Bradley, one of many authors who dazzled us in 2003, is back with the latest title in her bawdy Regency Liar’s Club series. Laced with mystery, Celeste Bradley has created a super-secret spy organization that ‘takes care’ of problems all against a backdrop of clever humour, divine heroes and spunky, smart-aleck heroines – and passionate romance – all the things we love best! If you love Elizabeth Britton, Eloisa James and Elizabeth Boyle, this is the author for you.
James Cunnington has a pressing mission at had: He must find the daughter of a missing code breaker for the Liar's Club, a man suspected of turning traitor for Napoleon. Time is of the utmost concern. While it is evident that his ward's new tutor has something to hide, James in unaware that the woman he seeks now resides under his very roof.
Desperate and near destitute, Philippa Atwater must don gentleman's clothing to pass herself off as a scholarly young tutor. Her clever - if itchy - disguise allows her time to pursue her quest to find her father, ruthlessly abducted by French spies. Closely guarding the cryptic notebook he entrusted to her care, she sense danger all around her, even in the home of her roguishly handsome new employer, James Cunnington. Now Phillipa is about to discover that the desire can be as lethal as a well-aimed bullet.
It’s tough being a man…
Propping both fists on her hips, Phillipa looked down at her student disapprovingly. "You, me lad, are about to experience the patented Atwater tickle revenge."
Robbie jumped up to run, a giggle already bubbling through his mock fear. Phillipa snapped him up just before he made it to the door. He must not have been trying very hard, for he'd surely learned more speed than that in his years on the streets.
She swung him yelping into the air and brought him down onto the rug before the fire, her fingers raking his bony little sides.
Robbie screeched, his rusty laughter another reminder to Phillipa of his short hard life before she'd met him. Grinning, she almost let him catch a breath before she began anew. "Robbie the Rebel, are you? Robbie the Great Know-it-all, are you? You look more like Robbie Twitter-on-the-rug, if you ask me!" Time to go in for the kill. The volume of Robbie's screeches rose to full riot level. Phillipa heard another sound beyond it, but she didn't identify it as the thumping of running feet in the hall until the door of the schoolroom crashed open.
"What the bloody hell are you doing to him?"
Before Phillipa could turn around, she was lifted by the scruff of her neck and dragged from Robbie. She found herself dangling from James Cunnington's grip, gagging on her cravat - which was apparently auditioning for the role as her brand new Adam's apple.
Then her gaze sharpened on James and her eyes bulged further. It was probably a good thing she couldn't speak, for the man was more than a little naked. In fact, he was naked, but for a towel around his neck and a pair of drawers that clung to his bath-damp skin like paint. He was revealed to her eyes in all his powerful beauty. His wide brawny chest, his rippling belly, the dark trail of hair that led the eye below the sagging waist of his drawers which did nothing to hide the muscular thighs framing what could only be It.
Great Greek Gods.
She desired him. The realization sent fresh strength into her struggles.
She wanted him, when she couldn't bear to speak her own name in solitude for fear of discovery. When she couldn't allow her body so much as a moment of freedom from its bindings and trappings. She lusted for a man who thought she was a man.
What a fix.
Start with the delightful first book and fall into the addiction that is the men of the Liar’s Club. |
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