Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper, Book 2
By Collette Cameron
Synopsis
Intrepid and
outspoken, Blythe Culpepper is dragged against her will to London for a Season.
To her dismay, her guardian enlists the devilishly attractive Lord Leventhorpe,
the one man she detests, to assist with her Come Out. Since their first
encounter, hostile looks and cutting retorts have abounded whenever they meet,
yet she cannot deny the way her body reacts when he’s near. So perhaps it’s no
surprise that upon overhearing another woman scheming to entrap Tristan into
marriage, Blythe risks all to warn him.
Haunted by
childhood trauma, Tristan, the austere and controlled Marquis of Leventhorpe,
usually avoids social gatherings. So why, against his better judgement, does he
agree to aid his closet friend in presenting the Culpeppers to the ton? Might
it be because one Culpepper stirs more than his interest? Blythe taxes him to
his limits with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Yet, he cannot deny the
beauty fascinates him. However, when an old enemy comes calling, using Blythe
to settle old scores, Tristan must decide if protecting his honor is more
important than winning the heart of the woman he has come to love.
Publisher: Blue Rose Romance in partnership with Windtree Press
Excerpt
His gaze riveted
upon her mouth, tension tightened his lips.
He had the
most beautifully sculpted mouth she’d ever noticed, and that included the Greek
gods from last night’s ball. Were Lord Leventhorpe’s as warm and firm and tasty
as they appeared?
What the blazes did
Mr. Burlington’s lips look like? Did he have lips? He must, of course.
A wheel sank into a
hole with bone-jarring force, abruptly interrupting Blythe’s mental rambling and
pitching her and Lord Leventhorpe headfirst. His hat flew from his head as he
tumbled from his seat onto his knees and reflexively wrapped his arms around
her to keep her from plunging to the floor.
With a yelp of
outraged surprise, Freddy bumped into Blythe’s back, somehow managing to
scramble onto the seat.
Their faces mere
inches apart, Blythe couldn’t haul her gaze from the glinting specks in Lord
Leventhorpe’s eyes. His focus sank to her lips, and his pupils shrank to pin
pricks.
Would he kiss her?
Did she want him
to?
Illogically, yes.
Breath suspended,
she remained perfectly motionless.
Waiting.
Lowering his head,
he tightened his embrace an instant before his lips whispered across hers.
They taste even
better than they look.
A brilliant light
burst behind her eyes, and every bone in her body turned molten. She clutched
his lapels certain if she let go, she’d slither to the floor.
He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and sighing, she readily
capitulated and parted her mouth, eager to taste more of him.
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