She gazed up, lips parted and eyes moist.
Lust and love flared within and his head lowered to–
A cascade of freezing cold water landed on his back, a growl rumbling in his ear.
“Murchú! Gerroff the duke, ya great lump,” shouted Seamus, “although from what I could hear, we’ve made an Irishman out of you in a matter of days with all that ‘quenching’ blarney.”
Alexander hauled himself from his duchess, the Irish wolfhound puppy still attached to his back – the puppy that would be returning to England with them.
Smiling, he imagined the butler’s face as this huge ball of fur hurtled and skidded around the marble hallways. The little blighter chewed his shirt and he grabbed hold of the drenched bundle, flumping it into Aideen’s lap to many un-duchess-like shrieks.
“I do seem to have kissed my very own enchanting blarney stone quite thoroughly,” Alex agreed, gazing at Aideen’s rosy swollen lips.
She grinned and the part of him which was pitiless and ruthless grinned back, thinking of all the ways he would kiss her tonight.
“You do know,” his wife replied, “that kissing the blarney stone is considered proof of perseverance, courage, and agility because, my duke…” She twirled a ringlet, raven eyes twinkling. “…it’s so awkward to get at.”
Seamus guffawed, and Alexander raised his duchess’s fingers to his lips, basking in the love of her gaze whilst returning it with equal measure.
“And that is what makes my reward all the sweeter, fy cariad aur.” And Murchú yipped his puppy delight.
The End
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This book is written using British English spelling.
Coming autumn 2018 in the Rules of the Rogue series…
Marquess to a Flame.
Will the roguish Lord Winterbourne stick to his own rules when he finally meets his match?
Previous Books
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Rules of the Rogue Series.
An Earl in Wolf’s Clothing
From the hallowed halls of London’s Almack’s to the unkempt taverns of Drury Lane, from whispered words in glittering theatres to seductive kisses at Vauxhall Gardens – an earl must pursue his love.
A determined Lady. An even more determined gentleman.
Let the pursuit begin…
The ‘Captivating Debutantes’ Series.
Each book can be read standalone.
Captivated by the Viscount
Retribution may have brought them together, but desire and love have their own agenda.
A lot can happen in four nights…
My Captive Earl
The Earl of Rookdean did not want to host a house party.
Miss Clara Lockwood did not want to attend the Earl of Rookdean’s house party.
You don’t always get what you want…
Her Noble Captive
That bitter winter of 1813…
An irrepressible lady. A wreck of an earl. Both harbour secrets, but can they find a love that began many years before?
Biography
Emily grew up in the north of England on a diet of historical romance and classical mythology.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t study Georgian slang or the Regency London Season, so she did the next best thing and gained a degree in Classics and History instead. This ‘led’ to an eight-year stint in engineering.
Having left city life, she now lives in a dilapidated farmhouse in the country where her days are spent writing, fixing the leaky roof, battling the endless vegetation and finding pictures of well-tied cravats.
Happy Reading,
Love,
Emily
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