By Sabrina Jeffries
"**She vowed to withstand . . .**
It's tricky adequate for woman Clara Stanbourne to run her London domestic for reformed younger pickpockets with no need to deal with a felony rightnext door! The mysterious Morgan Pryce is obviouslydealing in stolen estate, and she or he won't ever allowthe good-looking scoundrel to steer the youngsters astray.Pryce is especially a lot unsuitable if he believes her adelicate rose he can wilt with passionate, unspokenpromises. Now if basically Clara may possibly douse the fieryyearning the fascinating cad ignites within her.
**His heated caresses . . .**
This daring, attractive temptress is certainly a distraction—and Morgan needs he might inform the beautiful Clarathe fact: that he's operating undercover to damage upa infamous crime ring. His brain can be on hisduty—not brooding about the way it may think to carry Clarain his hands and flavor her luscious lips. yet nowthat she has entered into his most threatening game,Morgan understands he should have her, regardless of the veryreal peril to his mystery mission—andto his heart.
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Grey this, and Mr. Grey that, and how was it possible that Annabel hadn‘t seen him at the party? Annabel had shrugged and made some sort of I can‘t imagine type of comment, but it didn‘t matter because Louisa was still nattering on about his smile and his eyes which weregray and oh wasn‘t it just the most marvelous coincidence and oh yes, everyone had noticed that he departed on the arm of a married woman! This last bit did not surprise Annabel. He‘d told her quite plainly that he‘d been cavorting with a married woman before she‘d tripped over him.
He looked so lost in his own thoughts it almost seemed rude to interrupt. And so she waited, watching him with a curious expression, knowing that if he turned to her, he would see the question in her eyes. He never did turn to her, but after a minute or so, he said, ―It‘s different in the morning. The light is flatter. Redder. It catches the mist in the air, almost as if it creeps up from underneath. Everything is new,‖ he said softly. ‖ Annabel‘s breath caught. He sounded so wistful. It made her want to remain right where she was, on the blanket beside him, until the sun started to rise on the eastern horizon.
It reminded him of the war, of all those nights with nothing over his head save for the canopy of a tree. He‘d hated those nights. It didn‘t make much sense that something that brought back memories of war would give him such contentment right now, but not much that went through his head made sense. There didn‘t seem to be much point in questioning it. He closed his eyes. The insides of his eyelids were a brownish black, not at all the same as the thick purple of the night. Darkness had so many colors.