By Claudy Conn
It began with a stolen kiss …
Fiery Myriah Whitney is wild of nature, opposite, and self sustaining. but if her father catches her kissing the good-looking Sir Roland (how else is she to figure out if he's the one that will make her consider thunder and lightning, pay attention bells and music?), he pronounces that her days of headstrong independence are over. she is going to, he instructions, announce her engagement to Sir Roland—immediately.
But in an age the place marriages are approximately alliances instead of affection, practicality no longer ardour, Myriah desires more—she desires to fall in love. and she or he doesn't love Sir Roland. So she runs away to her grandfather along with her devoted manservant, Tabson, at her part.
A mistaken flip within the fog, even if, results in the invention of an injured younger guy, and prior to she understands it Myriah is stuck up in global of intrigue and secrets and techniques. And while she meets the younger man’s older brother, the mysterious Lord equipment Wimborne, the sparks fly. Their first encounter—in his mattress, either one of them bare, no less!—is an explosion of wills, and it really is what eventually set Myriah on fire.
She has, it sort of feels, eventually discovered her thunder and lightning…
She lay staring in utter disbelief
at the stranger she used to be nonetheless maintaining in her arms
Lantern in hand, package moved upstairs to his bedchamber. He used to be shocked the drapes in his room have been pulled tight yet was once too drained to think about the secret. He set the lit lantern on an aspect desk and shrugged out of his outfits. He then picked up the lantern and made his approach to his mattress, atmosphere the lantern at the nightstand. notwithstanding, there he stopped short.
Someone with lengthy, flaming ringlets of hair was once mendacity face down, coated simply to her waist—in his bed!
His first suggestion made him grin. His dog of a brother had without doubt introduced her domestic with him, yet why may the rascal ship her off to his bedchamber?
Drape secret solved, and one other one to contemplate.
“Now what to do with you, sweet,” he murmured. Grinning, as he idea, One shouldn’t infringe on one’s brother’s property—but particularly, Billy, why the satan did you set her in my mattress? this question repeated itself, and nonetheless grinning, his lordship determined the one factor to do in one of these scenario used to be to wake her—his way!
He nibbled at her smooth ears and put a hot kiss on her throat. She groaned pleasurably. The sound encouraged him, and he leaned over her and took her mouth with