The
dance she never dared to dream…
One
year after a carriage accident killed her parents and left her seriously
injured, Lavinia Montgomery has finally learnt to walk again – just in time to
make her societal debut. Yet while the beautiful debutante’s
body may have healed, she hides a broken heart.
Before
her injury, Lavinia had exchanged letters with a man she knew to be the love of
her life – despite never having set eyes on him. But when she feared she’d be
crippled for life, she made the heart-rending decision to let him go…
Randolph
James Caulfield, Earl of Penwick, is betrothed, but cannot forget the words he
once received from a woman whose name he knew, but who he never had the chance
to meet. So when, at a ball, his dance partner is introduced, he can’t believe
his luck. One thing is certain: if this really is his debutante, he
won’t lose her a second time.
Excerpt:
He cradled her face with his palms, holding her mouth to
his. She tasted like a fantasy, ethereal, sweet and forbidden, a temptress who
experimented with sin, yet at the same time conjured cherished remembrances of
childhood, daring, carefree adventure. She even smelled like the honeysuckle
flowers that grew beneath his window. They were bonded somehow. Plighted.
Her tongue touched his, at first a flick of curiosity,
then a slide of assertive demand, only to curl around his with inviting bliss.
She offered and he took. He could hardly think for the pleasure of it, falling
down a well of pleasure and he didn’t care a whit.
He heard the quiescent rustle of fabric before he
experienced her touch, the composed caress of her fingertips along his jaw.
Such a tender affection in the throes of their passion, the opposing sensations
engulfed him, warred at his conscience and threatened anarchy, urging him to
continue though he knew it as wrong. Didn’t want it to stop. He needed to stop.
Damn it to hell, he had to stop, but the decision did not translate to action.
She was wondrous and original, yet somehow warm and
familiar, all things combined, and he pulled her closer, not wanting a breath
of space between their bodies as he kissed with all the pent yearning he’d stored
for too much time, aching desire and dire longing. He deepened their embrace
and moved his hands from her shoulders, over her arms to her waist, locking her
within his hold. She made a tiny noise in her throat that ignited his blood
like fire. Did she experience the same ferocious need that devoured his better
sense? That dared him to do, want, take what he knew he shouldn’t?
Blood drummed in his veins, through his heart to his
groin. What was this ferocious torture? He barely conceived thought, his body
dictating all action. He wanted to feel her smooth flesh, the pleasure of her
scent filling him, tempting him. He slid his hands upward, his fingers poised
at the soft swell of her breasts. He could feel her every breath, each tremble
hot and inviting. He wanted more. So much more.
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About Lexi Blake:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband and three kids. She began writing at a young age concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.
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