A
Dance with Seduction
A Spy in the Ton
By Alyssa
Alexander
Genre: Historical Romantic Suspense
She was the only
code he couldn't break...
Vivienne La
Fleur is one of London’s most sought after opera dancers and one of England’s
best weapons: the spy known as the Flower. When a French agent pressures her to
change allegiance by abducting her sister, Vivienne is forced to seek the help
of the only man in London who doesn’t want her.
Maximilian
Westwood, retired code breaker, doesn't like surprises or mysteries and the
Flower is both. When she sneaks into his study in the middle of the night with
a coded message, he’s ready to push her out whatever window she arrived
through. Except Maximilian is unable to turn away a woman in trouble.
Determined to rescue Vivienne’s sister, they engage in a game of cat and mouse
with French spies that requires all of Vivienne’s training and Maximilian’s
abilities. Bound together by secrecy, they discover there is more between them
than politics and hidden codes, but love has no place among the secrets of
espionage...
She
paced the circumference of the room like a trapped mare. Or a dancer
constrained to a space smaller than a stage. “If a deal was negotiated by the
king, we cannot interfere.”
Dark
curls settled around her face as she returned to his side. Lips curving in a
triumphant smile, she sat on the edge of the desktop so that she faced his
chair, legs extending out to cross at the ankles. But her breeches.
He gripped the carved edge of the desk, unsure what else to do with his hands.
Her clothing had never affected him this way before.
“I
don’t think ladies should wear breeches. They are too tight on your legs.” As
soon as he said the words, he wished he could pluck them back out of the air.
Most inappropriate. A gentleman never remarked on a lady’s body. At the very
least, he should have said limbs instead of legs.
“I
agree.” She was laughing at him again, her smile broadening with good humor.
“Though I am not a lady, as you may have noticed, monsieur. I’m an opera dancer
with a protector.”
“Of
course you’re a lady. Your gender, I mean. Not you. Ah. That is to say—”
A laugh
tumbled from her lips to bound through the room and lodge somewhere in his
middle. “I do not pretend to be anything more than I am.”
Pausing,
listening to the meaning behind her words, he held her gaze. “I know you are a
man’s mistress, Flower, but never forget you are more than that.”
“Are
you sure?” Deep words to match her unfathomable eyes.
“You
are a lady of many layers, and every one of them is lovely.” Maximilian meant
every word and more than he said.
“If I
were a lady, I would not be a spy, would I?” Her lips were still bowed up as
she straightened, but he saw the dark pain in her gaze. “You are sweet,
monsieur, to call me a lady.”
She
leaned down to look at the document, then turned her head to face him. Her
mouth was there. Just there. Lips parted as though she planned to ask a
question, though she didn’t. She only looked at him, eyes slowly becoming
serious and powerful. They were a beautiful shade, dark brown deepening to
black in the center. Her lashes swept down to cover those eyes as her gaze fell
to his mouth for a moment, before flicking back up.
Suddenly
he could not think beyond her lips. Beyond her face and the fresh scent
enveloping him.
He
leaned forward, desperate for a taste, afraid she would bolt, afraid she would
not.
And
kissed her.
(Spy in the Ton series
Book 1)
"He went looking for a traitor. He found a wife."
A thrilling, seductive adventure from award-winning author Alyssa
Alexander…
After he is betrayed by one of his own, British spy Julian Travers,
Earl of Langford, refuses to retire without a fight, vowing to find the
traitor. But when the trail leads to his childhood home, Julian is forced to
return to a place he swore he’d never see again, and meet a woman who may be
his quarry—in more ways than one.
Though she may appear a poor young woman dependant on charity,
Grace Hannah’s private life is far more interesting. By night, she finds
friendship and freedom as a member of a smuggling ring. But when the handsome
Julian arrives, she finds her façade slipping, and she is soon compromised, as
well as intrigued.
As she and Julian continue the hunt, Grace finds herself falling in
love with the man behind the spy. Yet Julian’s past holds a dark secret. And
when he must make a choice between love and espionage, that secret may tear
them apart.
(Spy in the Ton series Book 2)
THE BREATHTAKING
NEW 'SPY IN THE TON' NOVEL OF REGENCY SUSPENSE FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE SMUGGLER
WORE SILK
Revenge has
never been so seductive.
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…
Alastair
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.
Despite being a
native Michigander, Alyssa Alexander is pretty certain she belongs somewhere
sunny. And tropical. Where drinks are served with little paper umbrellas. But
until she moves to those white sandy beaches, she survives the cold Michigan
winters by penning romance novels that always include a bit of adventure. She
lives with her own set of heroes, aka an ever-patient husband who doesn’t mind
using a laundry basket for a closet, and a small boy who wears a knight in a
shining armor costume for such tasks as scrubbing potatoes.
