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"In her incredible new ancient trilogy, ny occasions bestselling writer Liz Carlyle plunges readers into the steamy underworld of nineteenth-century London. one of the swirling glitter of English excessive society, a scandalous rogue will get greater than he bargained for within the girl of his wants.
Lord Nash is a creature of the evening -- his wealth and name supply yet a tenuous entrée into well mannered society. infamous for his subtle manners and a depressing, rushing splendor, rumors abound of the lads he has bankrupted and the ladies he's left heartbroken. but if Nash leaves his lair for an extraordinary foray into the ton, he faces a trap of temptation all his personal -- a rare second of ardour with a mysterious girl within the moonlight -- and an obsession that may lead him right into a hellish global of smugglers, spies, and intrigue. And as for his damsel in conceal, the witty and gorgeous leave out Xanthia Neville, he quickly learns, is as inconceivable as she is tempting. And now Nash needs to come to a decision if she can be harmful. . . .
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The blizzard,” Rika said, changing the subject. ” Lawmaker shook his head. ” Grant said. His expression twisted into a mask of disbelief. ” Lawmaker arched a brow at him. ” Grant ground his teeth, and behind his stoic expression she read his pain. Compassion was not an emotion she fostered. It led to weakness, especially where men were concerned. Still, a curious wave of empathy breached her well-schooled heart. She pushed the emotion away, and focused instead on the weather. She wanted nothing more than to quit this place.
Mead ran in rivulets down his heavily bearded chin. “The Viking way, our skills, cannot be learned. ” Bollocks. He had a mind to teach this unschooled heathen exactly what the Scots were built for. “What kind of skills,” George said, and looked to Erik and Leif for an answer. Leif shrugged. ” “Bah. ” Ingolf scowled. “Those, too,” Leif said. George turned his back to them. “I told you,” Ingolf ’s voice carried over the din in the room. ” Brodir’s men laughed behind him, and George’s blood boiled.
Nothing else mattered. After all, how much worse could it be than what she’d already experienced in Brodir’s bed? Rika toyed with the wide hammered bracelets circling her wrists. “I suggest you remove those,” Sitryg said. ” Rika ignored her. She never removed the bracelets. Not ever, except in the bathhouse, and only when she was alone. A shiver ran up her spine as she recalled Grant’s eyes on her in the sauna last eve. He could have taken her then, in the heat, on the birch-strewn floor. Brodir would have.