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would happen if you compromised me. You’d be forced to marry me.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck and happiness unfurled within her.
“That would never happen.”
“No?”
“No,” he said, pulling back to look down at her. “It occurs to me that we have the unique opportunity to accomplish two very important goals right now.”
She waited, holding her breath, for him to continue.
“We have the opportunity to drive your aunt completely insane, and at the same time we can carry on the family tradition your parents started.”
She felt as though her smile was too large for her face.
“You don’t mean…”
He nodded. “I think it fitting that we take a page from your parents’ book and elope.”
She kissed him then, and this time she knew exactly who she was kissing…the one man who was meant for her.
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Chapter One
Newcastle, England, December 1798
Despite the crush of people that pressed into the intimate corner of the crowded ballroom, the din faded into the background when Lady Caroline Wilmont allowed the hooded blue domino to draw his cape close around them. She leant against the stone pillar and he rested a muscular arm above her head.
His costume wasn’t original—few at such masques were—but the piercing blue eyes staring back at her from behind the mask offered the hope she could forget the prison that awaited her tomorrow.
Guilt niggled. If her presence at the soiree was discovered…she commanded her nerves into submission. Responsibility be damned. She would leave before the assigned hour of two a.m. when the masks were to be removed. No one would know the future Viscountess of Blackhall had attended a masque. Tonight, she was simply one of the many masked women bent on seduction—and being seduced.
Caroline ducked her head, allowing the locks of her long blonde wig to fall to the sides of her face. A crescendo of violins rose from the orchestra. The beat of her heart matched the trilling vibrato. She turned her face just enough to be able to study her admirer through her lashes. His gaze boldly met hers, then dropped to the draped bodice of her Aphrodite costume. Warmth spread through her limbs and brought a flush to her cheeks.
The rich purple of the long sash around her neck contrasted with the stark white of the plunging décolletage designed to accentuate full breasts, bared to a hint of nipple pink. Her pulse skipped a beat. If she leant forward a hair’s breadth…
The crowd pressed closer, up the two steps that separated them from the dance floor. The masked gentleman’s leg brushed her thigh, revealed by the slit in the costume’s long skirt. She could scarcely believe her luck. A second move, and one so bold this early in the evening. The hour was just before midnight and the more prominent guests had yet to appear. If she had captured his imagination to the extent he would forsake other possibilities, this last night of freedom might cost less than the allotted two hours.
“Your beauty makes me forget my manners,” the domino murmured.
She gave a low laugh. “I daresay your manners are impeccable—outside of this room.”
His gaze locked onto her mouth. “Do you prefer impeccable manners?”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. His eyes darkened, and her heart skittered as he leant into her. Caroline slid around the pillar towards the wall, intending to draw him into a more intimate semblance of privacy. Her hip collided with rounded buttocks. She twisted to the right. A masked joker grinned at her over the head of the lady she had bumped into. He reached out with the hand that was wrapped around the woman’s waist and nipped at the skin just below Caroline’s breast.
She turned back around and got a mouthful of her domino’s hard chest. She snapped her head up, and blue eyes stared down at her in a
He nuzzled the side of her neck and happiness unfurled within her.
“That would never happen.”
“No?”
“No,” he said, pulling back to look down at her. “It occurs to me that we have the unique opportunity to accomplish two very important goals right now.”
She waited, holding her breath, for him to continue.
“We have the opportunity to drive your aunt completely insane, and at the same time we can carry on the family tradition your parents started.”
She felt as though her smile was too large for her face.
“You don’t mean…”
He nodded. “I think it fitting that we take a page from your parents’ book and elope.”
She kissed him then, and this time she knew exactly who she was kissing…the one man who was meant for her.
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
An Improper Wife
Tarah Scott and KyAnn Waters
Excerpt
Chapter One
Newcastle, England, December 1798
Despite the crush of people that pressed into the intimate corner of the crowded ballroom, the din faded into the background when Lady Caroline Wilmont allowed the hooded blue domino to draw his cape close around them. She leant against the stone pillar and he rested a muscular arm above her head.
His costume wasn’t original—few at such masques were—but the piercing blue eyes staring back at her from behind the mask offered the hope she could forget the prison that awaited her tomorrow.
Guilt niggled. If her presence at the soiree was discovered…she commanded her nerves into submission. Responsibility be damned. She would leave before the assigned hour of two a.m. when the masks were to be removed. No one would know the future Viscountess of Blackhall had attended a masque. Tonight, she was simply one of the many masked women bent on seduction—and being seduced.
Caroline ducked her head, allowing the locks of her long blonde wig to fall to the sides of her face. A crescendo of violins rose from the orchestra. The beat of her heart matched the trilling vibrato. She turned her face just enough to be able to study her admirer through her lashes. His gaze boldly met hers, then dropped to the draped bodice of her Aphrodite costume. Warmth spread through her limbs and brought a flush to her cheeks.
The rich purple of the long sash around her neck contrasted with the stark white of the plunging décolletage designed to accentuate full breasts, bared to a hint of nipple pink. Her pulse skipped a beat. If she leant forward a hair’s breadth…
The crowd pressed closer, up the two steps that separated them from the dance floor. The masked gentleman’s leg brushed her thigh, revealed by the slit in the costume’s long skirt. She could scarcely believe her luck. A second move, and one so bold this early in the evening. The hour was just before midnight and the more prominent guests had yet to appear. If she had captured his imagination to the extent he would forsake other possibilities, this last night of freedom might cost less than the allotted two hours.
“Your beauty makes me forget my manners,” the domino murmured.
She gave a low laugh. “I daresay your manners are impeccable—outside of this room.”
His gaze locked onto her mouth. “Do you prefer impeccable manners?”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. His eyes darkened, and her heart skittered as he leant into her. Caroline slid around the pillar towards the wall, intending to draw him into a more intimate semblance of privacy. Her hip collided with rounded buttocks. She twisted to the right. A masked joker grinned at her over the head of the lady she had bumped into. He reached out with the hand that was wrapped around the woman’s waist and nipped at the skin just below Caroline’s breast.
She turned back around and got a mouthful of her domino’s hard chest. She snapped her head up, and blue eyes stared down at her in a
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