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Devon Black was eight when his uncle killed his father and mother. He was sold into slavery on a West Indian merchant ship and spent twenty years fighting his way home. Now, he is back. He has killed his uncle, regained his estates, and taken his rightful place as the Earl of Kettering. All is exactly as it should be.
Except that a young slip of a girl, fresh from the wilds of Cornwall, is about to involve him in a lover's triangle with London's most vicious and well-related rakehell.
How will he make My Lady pay if he loses it all again?
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Excerpt: He moved forward and was pleased to see fear finally come into her eyes. It would appear he would get to teach the girl to kiss after all. If he was to perform a service of such importance, he should be well compensated for his inconvenience. "He takes liberties, does he?" he inquired as he took her arm. He dared her to resist as he pulled her toward him. In a moment he was half seated along the slanted wall and she was drawn between his legs. "Let's see," he murmured, "I'm sure he does this," and he used one finger to tilt her head back so he could kiss her. It was, Corwyn reflected with amazement, everything she had imagined. His lips brushed hers, once, twice, then finally lingered. She felt the trailing heat of his tongue teasing her into response, and her lips parted of their own volition. Then he was exploring her with a languorous intensity, as though he had an eternity to spend. "And this of course," he whispered against her mouth. His free hand found the slope of her breast, caressing it through the smooth fabric. The feeling was so overwhelming that for a moment she couldn't breathe. His kiss continued as he swept aside the troublesome cloth of her bodice to free one full, globe. His thumb worried its deep rose peak until it responded ardently. "And this too." He bent his leonine head to the untried flesh. Corwyn gasped. Her head was swimming with new sensations. Her hand came up, tapered fingers finding purchase in the dark mass of his hair. She tried to pull his head up and yet closer to her. Then he was kissing her again, standing as ran his hands the length of her body. Read two full chapters at Historical-Romance.Com
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"So, what do you suppose will happen to you if you manage to kill me?" His voice startled her, so low and calm as if he were discussing a day at the races.
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