It’s winter at my house. It’s also the kind of snowy, blustery day that makes me want to curl up with up in bed and stay there! In honor of that, I thought I’d share a bit from my latest release, IN BED WITH A SPY.
Lilias glanced at the low fire burning in the grate. “Is it warm in here?”
“I’m comfortable, but you’ve had two glasses of brandy,” Angelstone said.
The brandy was mellowing her. Warmth infused her muscles, light-headedness swamped her mind. But her heart didn’t lay easy in her chest. Her husband’s betrayal had scraped a raw, fresh wound there. A hollow that chipped away at the core of her.
They sat quiet a moment, the crackle of flames the only sound in the room. When she looked at him, his gaze was lingering on the neckline of her red gown. There was no fichu to hide the swell of her breasts. The fabric hugged her curves, moved with her when she walked so that it slid over her body like a lover’s hands.
She’d known it when she dressed for the ball that evening. She hadn’t intended to entice anyone specific, but only to feel desirable. To feel like a woman after being a widow for so long. To fill that aching hollow Jeremy’s betrayal had left behind.
“Angelstone.” She said it softly, so that he was compelled to look at her face. Calmly, to hide the churning inside her. Desire twined with loss. Lust merged with the need to belong. The smile she sent him was full of invitation, the finger flicking at her bodice a deliberate temptation. “Are you ready to dance?”
His eyes went dark. Jaw clenched. A quick indrawn breath rippled the air.
And then she was desirable.
“Indeed?” she mused aloud. He had seemed difficult to read, his thoughts hidden behind a wall of charm and the impassive mask of a spy. Apparently he had lost his ability to hide his thoughts. Desire was something she recognized plainly enough, and it sent a wicked thrill singing through her. It was good to feel that way again, however fleeting.
It wasn’t the brandy that caused the reciprocating desire coursing through her. She’d found him attractive before. The brandy only stripped away her better judgment. Falling in lust with Angelstone—a spy—would be the height of folly.
At the moment, it seemed the most reasonable thing in the world.
IN BED WITH A SPY
When her husband is killed at Waterloo, Lilias Fairchild takes up his cavalry sword and boldly storms the front, earning herself the nickname Angel of Vengeance. But there is another angel on the battlefield who is just as single-minded, and just as ruthless…
Alistair Whitmore, the Marquess of Angelstone, is a British spy. Code name: Angel. Still haunted by a first love felled by assassins, his mission draws him to Waterloo, where he is captivated by a beautiful and mysterious woman fighting amongst the men—a woman who becomes his most intoxicating memory of war.
Passion has never been so dangerous.
Two years later, Lilias and Angelstone lock eyes in a crowded ballroom and the memory returns in an exhilarating rush. The history they share, and hide from the world, is as impossible to ignore as the heat of their attraction. But it’s that very connection that spells doom for their scandalous affair. When someone from the shadows of their past proves a dire threat to their lives, passion might not be enough to save them.
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