Mills & Boon Largeprint Historical
2 total works
A woman of mystery
Asher Wellingham, Duke of Carisbrook, was captivated by her! He had happened upon Lady Emma Seaton swimming naked and, beyond her beauty, had seen the deep curling scar on her thigh - a wound that could only be the mark of a sword.
Who was this creature of contradictions? Something about her brought back tantalising memories from the past. With her ill-fitting, threadbare clothes concealing the body of an angel, what kind of woman truly lay behind her refined mask? High-born lady of artful courtesan, Asher wanted to possess both!
Asher Wellingham, Duke of Carisbrook, was captivated by her! He had happened upon Lady Emma Seaton swimming naked and, beyond her beauty, had seen the deep curling scar on her thigh - a wound that could only be the mark of a sword.
Who was this creature of contradictions? Something about her brought back tantalising memories from the past. With her ill-fitting, threadbare clothes concealing the body of an angel, what kind of woman truly lay behind her refined mask? High-born lady of artful courtesan, Asher wanted to possess both!
She was his means of revenge
Lady Madeleine Randwick was his hostage, and a way to get under her brother's skin. As a willing player in the murky of borderland politics, Alexander Ullyot, Laird of Ashblane, should have no compunction about using her for his own ends. He should ruin her as surely as he wanted to ruin her brother.
And instead...instead he found he was complimenting her. It was the firelight in her hair, the soft, low timbre of her voice and her stubborn streak of independence. Was Alex in danger of falling for the woman who was his means of revenge?
Lady Madeleine Randwick was his hostage, and a way to get under her brother's skin. As a willing player in the murky of borderland politics, Alexander Ullyot, Laird of Ashblane, should have no compunction about using her for his own ends. He should ruin her as surely as he wanted to ruin her brother.
And instead...instead he found he was complimenting her. It was the firelight in her hair, the soft, low timbre of her voice and her stubborn streak of independence. Was Alex in danger of falling for the woman who was his means of revenge?