Series: Sisterhood of Scandal #1
Publication date: September 22nd, 2022
Synopsis:
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Bronwen Evans comes her new Sisterhood of Scandal series. A group of ladies whose friendship is based on ensuring they can take on the world dominated by their men folk. No male relative is going to choose their destinies.
Shhh. Blue Stocking Miss Tiffany Deveraux has a secret. The poor orphan is not so poor. But she does not want that information to become common knowledge. Being a plain Jane, any hint of money would just bring fortune hunters to her door. No. In society's eyes she will remain the poor orphaned ward of the Earl of Marlowe. Only then will she ensure the man who eventually professes his love for her is genuine.
Lord Slade Ware, the Marquess of Wolfarth also has a secret. He's a renowned investment guru with everything he touches turning to gold. Or is he? Society may think so, but mostly his investments have been blind luck, and he's pretty sure his luck his about to run out. Help comes in the form of his best friend's ward. He's learned Miss Tiffany Deveraux's secret. She's an investment guru who has accumulated a considerable sum. Marriage would seem a sensible option with so many dependents relying on him. But what's a man to do when the one thing a woman wants isn't his looks, title or money--it's his heart and Wolfarth's heart is shattered beyond repair.
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Excerpt
A soft click alerted Wolf to the fact someone had entered his study. He looked up to see Tiffany standing just inside the door. She took his breath away. Her hair was down, the soft tresses falling over her shoulders in waves. She was dressed in a deep blue velvet gown that seemed to float around her as she moved toward him. No corset!
He finally realized his mouth was hanging open. He rose to greet her. "Tiffany, is something wrong?"
"I wanted to see you."
Her eyes sparkled with wickedness. Excitement fired within him. Her lips broke into what could only be called a sensual smile, and to add oil to the flame, she ran her little pink tongue over her bottom lip. Wolf's groin instantly tightened.
As his gaze drifted down her body, his tongue almost lolled out of his mouth at the amount of pale, plump bosom on display. Her low-cut bodice of sheer silk barely covered her nipples, and the tiny sleeves hung off her shoulders, leaving her décolletage bare and as inviting as newly fallen snow.
He stood there like an imbecile, drinking her in and yet willing his body to ignore the vision of pure temptation before him.
"Come here." She crooked her finger and bade him move closer.
He didn't need further encouragement. But as he walked round his desk toward her a wave of loneliness and loss washed through him. Here was the hot-blooded woman he would marry, and yet she was not in his heart. You don't want her in your heart. You won't let her in your heart. The fear of letting anyone close again saw his stride falter.
"Wolf..."
Her voice took his breath away. It held such power. When she whispered his name, he stepped forward as if lured by some irresistible force. He soaked in the beauty standing within touching distance. Pure innocence wrapped in an outer coating of sin. The heat in her eyes made him feel flushed and feverish. Her intense stare set his body quivering with longing. God help him.
"What is it?" she whispered uncertainly into the stillness of the fire-heated room. The spitting flames could be heard in the silence, along with his ragged breathing.
"You are so beautiful," he choked out.
"No, I'm not," she whispered with a sensual smile, her uncertainty vanishing in an instant. "But you make me feel beautiful." Slipping her arms around his neck, she hugged him close.
He was in heaven, wrapped in her heat. Slowly he let his hands slide down her back, his palms molding to her curves, her softness beckoning him.
Through his jacket, he could feel her ripe, firm breasts pressed into his chest, and he had to touch them. One hand slid up her side, and with a shudder that rocked him to his core he cupped her breast and gently squeezed.
"I wanted to talk with you. In private. About--us." Her voice was scarcely a whisper.
"We don't need words. You feel this pull of attraction too. How can you deny we'd make an excellent couple?" He'd never felt this driving need for any other woman.
Then his mouth covered hers. He kissed her with a fever, hard and demanding, and desperate at the same time. He let his dark need for him overwhelm him as his tongue slid urgently into her mouth, stealing any chance she had to catch her breath. He'd never experienced anything as molten as the fire in her lips.
Waving from Hawkes Bay, New Zealand.
USA Today bestselling author, BRONWEN EVANS grew up loving books. She writes both historical and contemporary sexy romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and compassionate alpha heroes. Evans is a three-time winner of the RomCon Readers' Crown and has been nominated for an RT Reviewers' Choice Award. She lives in Hawkes Bay, New Zealand with her dogs Brandy and Duke.
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