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Unraveling
the Earl, Book 3 in the Idyllwild series:
The Earl of Hastings’s
reputation as London’s greatest gift to the ladies has taken on a life of its
own, one he is only too happy to live up to in one Mayfair bedchamber after
another. Until he encounters a lady more interested in poking around his
country estate than sampling his lauded charms.
Georgiana Buchanan is possessed
of murky morals, skewed notions of right and wrong, a talent for dancing around
the truth, and a penchant for crashing weddings, funerals and charity balls.
When Georgie catches Henry’s
roving eye, she turns the tables on the arrogant scoundrel, introducing him to
a world of sensual delights and unraveling his vaunted control before fleeing
into the night.
Henry is determined to make the
elusive Georgiana his mistress while the lady wants only to use his desire to
further her own schemes. When they find themselves marooned at Idyllwild during
a summer storm, they will both discover they’ve gotten more than they bargained
for.
EXCERPT –
As
the final notes of the waltz wound to a close and the dancers slowed almost to
a sedate pace, Georgie whispered, “I’ve heard talk of a tower.”
“Don’t
tempt me, love.”
“That
sounds remarkably like a dare and you ought to know the Buchanan who can resist
a dare, or a wager for that matter, has yet to be born.
“Is
that so?” His eyes lit with amusement.
“Shall
we place a friendly wager, my lord?” she asked, stepping close enough that her
hip brushed his thigh.
“What
did you have in mind?”
“I’ll
wager my frilly drawers against your starched cravat I can get you hard without
so much as touching you.”
Henry
looked about and, apparently satisfied no one was near enough to hear their
risqué banter, replied in a voice laced with husky laughter, “That seems an unfair
wager as I’ve yet to see a you in a pair of drawers, frilly or otherwise. And
I’m already as hard as I care to be with my family and friends looking on.”
Georgie
glanced down at his crotch with unabashed interest and sure enough he was
sporting a discernable bulge in his trousers. Peering up at him through her
lashes she slowly licked her lips.
“Have
mercy, love,” he begged. “You’re going
to be the death of me.”
“I
don’t want to kill you. Only swive you silly.”
“I
want the same,” he muttered as he led her from the dance floor. “You’ve no idea
how I want you.”
“You
want me flat on my back and yours to command.”
“Leave
off, Georgie,” he ordered, his voice a gravelly whisper.
“Or
perhaps on my hands and knees with my bum in the air.”
“I
gave my word as a gentleman.”
“Mayhap
you would rather soixante-neuf,” Georgie mused.
“Soixante-neuf?”
he repeated, steering her toward the refreshment table just beyond the
wallflowers lined up amid the wheat and barley.
“Sixty-nine,”
she translated helpfully.
“I
am conversant in French.”
“We’ve
yet to attempt it together.”
“Attempt
what?”
“Soixante-neuf.
We can try it if you’d like, but I must say I’ve never found it terribly
enjoyable. It’s deucedly hard for me to concentrate on my part while…well, you
know.”
“No,
I don’t know.”
“I
get caught up in my own pleasure.”
“All
right, I give over.”
“You’ll
take me to the tower?” Georgie released his arm to clap her hands.
“No,
what does it mean?” Henry replied around a huff of laughter.
“Soixante-neuf?”
“That
is what we’re discussing, isn’t it? What is it? A card game? Billiards?”
Georgie
blinked in surprise before letting lose a snort.
“Are
you going to tell me?”
“Oh,
good lord, of course you’ve never…I was your first, after all. But surely
you’ve heard of…no?” Georgie took hold of Henry’s arm and dragged him past the
ladies lined up along the wall and beyond the grains and weeds in tall urns to
a shadowy corner, suspecting she was about to win his lordship’s starch-stiff
cravat and the swiving of her life.
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