By Liz Carlyle
"From acclaimed writer Liz Carlyle comes a spellbinding new novel within which the ton's so much captivating ne'er-do-well meets his fit in a such a lot unforeseen style and discovers the real which means of desire.... ** *The satan you recognize* **
Frederica d'Avillez is certain she's going to by no means marry. She's had a disastrous London season, and now her longtime beau has thrown her over for a extra eligible pass over. but when Freddie can't have a husband, she's hell-bent on experiencing at the least one evening of unforgettable ardour. the place larger than within the fingers of the rushing rogue Bentley ""Hell-Bent"" Rutledge? So what if he's a rake, scoundrel, and all-round satan?
Scandal trails in Bentley's wake and reasonable maidens frequently steer good away from him -- and vice versa. but if the chance offers itself, Bentley can't withstand Freddie's unique attractiveness. while their wild, reckless ardour has dire effects, Bentley is pressured to select from honor and freedom. And Freddie quickly realizes that Bentley's devil-may-care façade is simply that -- for she has unwittingly unleashed his darkish secrets...and mystery desires.
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Frederica had obvious many males of their shirtsleeves. yet by no means one really so nice. His shoulders have been large and sturdy, and his darkish, overlong hair curled lightly approximately his blouse collar, in stark distinction to the pristine white cambric. She should have been gawking. “My expensive? ” he acknowledged quietly. “The waistcoat? ” Frederica again her eyes to his. He relatively wanted her to undress him! It appeared a deeply intimate factor to do. And really fascinating, too. nonetheless, her unpracticed arms made a clumsy task of the buttons. whilst the final fell unfastened, Bentley’s lengthy, darkish lashes swept down. “Thank you,” he murmured, and allow the waistcoat slide to the ground. She may well scent a hint of cleaning soap within the warmth which rose from his blouse. “I’m afraid i don't understand how to take unfastened your cravat,” she acknowledged. these melting brown eyes flared open, catching hers as he slid one finger underneath her chin. “I will educate you, Mrs. Rutledge,” he acknowledged along with his depraved smile. “I will train you all it's essential recognize. ” Oh, he used to be strong at this, her husband. His contact was once delicate as silk, his voice darkish as sin. A unexpected, lost reminiscence flashed via Frederica’s mind—a imaginative and prescient of him mendacity atop her within the grass at Chatham, his head thrown again in ecstasy. In reaction, a melting warmth started to unfurl in her abdominal. He smiled at her now, a mild, understanding tilt at one facet of his mouth, as though he’d guessed her inner most ideas. His arms closed over her hands, and she or he felt the uncooked sensuality coursing via him. He gazed into her eyes, then pressed her palms, arms open, to his physique. speedily, his eyes by no means leaving hers, he loosened the knot in his neckcloth and unfurled it from his collar. From the nook of 1 eye, she observed it fall to the ground. Frederica rainy her lips. no matter what he used to be, no matter what else she felt for him, she wanted him bodily, and with a white-hot want that went coursing via her blood and chasing up her backbone. all at once, he stepped again, yanked his shirttail unfastened, and drew it over his head. instantaneously, her eyes went extensive. warmth sprang to her cheeks. His chest was once completely soft and layered with muscle which seemed as though it have been sculpted from stone, then warmed with God’s personal breath. within the firelight, each muscle took on a form outlined via shadow and flame. Bentley touched her face back. “You approve, candy? ” The finger traced down her throat, alongside the curve of her collarbone, leaving a melting path of fireside. “I’m pleased, Frederica, for I should still wish to please you. that's something, not less than, i will be able to do for you. And it truly is something I do good. ” She remembered Winnie’s whispered gossip and blushed hotly. He smiled and bent his head to kiss her throat. The finger slid round the neck of her costume back, plunging deeper. Her breath was once tough to trap. Her breasts looked as if it would swell, to develop heavy with warmth. Her nipples went challenging, and with a bit sound at the back of his throat, Bentley’s hand slid right down to cup her breast. “You like this? ” he rasped, touching his tongue to the soft spot at the back of her earlobe. “Tell me.