The only woman who had power over notorious rake Robert Marlow was now walking away from him, again. He'd heard Sutton had died, and known Jane was free, but he'd always thought his desire would only be for revenge, not her. Yet here he was, unable to deny what he felt for her… what he’d never felt for any other woman… Read an excerpt “You are such a liar, Jane.” His tone was no longer angry, but it held a cynical humor, and the pupils in his eyes had widened, large dark onyx circles darkening his gaze with long dark lashes defining it. A warm ache settled somewhere in her chest then spiraled to her womb like a rolling penny when his lips lowered to hers, catching at them gently, a soft caress. She echoed it without thought. Her eyes closed as he continued to kiss her, and she opened her mouth when his tongue touched her lips. Her very bones melting, her arms reached about his neck, and her bodypressed against him, and then he stopped and pulled away. Her eyelids lifted. She faced a knowing smile and felt the chill of his desertion. “As I thought, a lie, Your Grace, all of it. You do want me. Like it or not, Jane. Admit it or not. You want me. You are found out, my dear.” His eyes narrowed as he continued. “But why not admit it. I cannot make you out. And there I presume is the dilemma which has you so distracted and upset. Whatever it is that prevents you admitting it, I mean.”
His hand rose suddenly and tapped her under the chin, before dropping again. “Such a tease, Jane. You don’t know me very well, do you? These games do nothing but inspire me to persist.” A knock struck the door she’d left ajar. “Tea, Ma’am.” The maid’s voice reached into the room. “Come in.” Jane felt a blush rise again, realizing the maid must have heard at least part of their conversation. Jane turned her back on Robert to hide her embarrassment, then crossed the room and looked out the window. She waited there, listening as the maid laid out the tea tray. “Thank you,” Jane said, when she heard the maid withdraw, looking down toward the square and the park below. Joshua was there, sitting in his curricle. He’d positioned it in the far corner of the square and sat with one arm stretched along the back of the double seat while he smoked a thin cigar, looking up at the house. A gloating smirk lodged on his face as he spotted her. She stepped back and turned away only to find her path blocked by her other pursuer, the Earl of Barrington.
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