Confessions of a Scoundrel
Legend says that whomever possesses the St. John talisman ring will locate their one real love. Now that the hoop rests within the pocket of well known scoundrel Brandon St. John, the rushing rake needs to make a decision if it is a blessing…or a curse.
Never has the impossible to resist rogue, Brandon St. John, pursued a lady with extra fervor—but his ardent go well with of woman Verena Westforth has a special function. The delectable blond gorgeous is certainly attractive, yet Brandon suspects her of hiding a helpful missive that he has sworn to get better. With a sensuous kiss and a passionate caress he intends to reduce Verena’s guard…and then observe the place she’s hidden “the goods.”
Without the missive, Verena stands to lose the only factor dearest to her middle. And now a unprecedented guy has entered her life…at the worst attainable time! weak even though she could be, Verena vows she's going to no longer be simply one other of Brandon’s “conquests,” at the same time she aches to soften in his fingers. yet is he a wanted pal or a foe in pleasing disguise…and will she be ready to turn out to him that love is their actual destiny?
one of these reputation—he was once a grasp at making you're feeling detailed, particular. Sexuality dripped from his lips, shone in his eyes, emanated from his heated epidermis. One second, they have been conversing and the next…She closed her eyes, reliving the sensation of his mouth on hers. It hadn’t been a true kiss. It have been a branding. She took a deep breath and published it, rubbing on the palm of her hand. She glanced right down to the place the famed talisman ring had made an imprint in her epidermis. The mark was once long gone now, however the.
The floor.” “That was once years ago,” Verena acknowledged loftily. She’d stepped forward some distance past that. Now whilst she sought after revenge, she made convinced it poked the individual within the correct areas. James quirked a forehead. “Do you will have a more moderen instance? What in regards to the day earlier than you married Westforth? You accused me of stealing the 2 really pricey bottles of wine you have been saving for—” “It wasn’t wine, it used to be port. and also you did scouse borrow them. i discovered the empty bottles on your room.” “You enacted the main terrible.
With him if her ceremonial dinner was once something like rumor has it.” “What happened?” “She had really an engaging flower association. Your financial institution draft was once a part of the ornamentation. It have been folded to seem like a bit frog. Your identify, after all, was once in actual fact visible.” model may see it now. The room filled with keen visitors, all placing on girl Westforth’s each note whereas she amused them along with her rendition of the assembly. He may nearly pay attention her elaborations, see the laughter in her violet.
kept away from. even if the blackmailer hadn’t requested for funds, Verena used to be definite she and James would want it—Father regularly stated there have been few difficulties a handful of gold couldn't repair. James stopped a passing servant and spoke quietly. inside moments, the servant arrived at Verena’s desk, 3 bottles of port on his tray. “From Mr. Lansdowne. In party of girl Westforth’s beauty.” Verena despatched James a thankful smile. “Oh my! How generous!” Brand’s sharp gaze raked over the bottles.
wish, for she laughed softly, the sound operating via Brandon like liquid fireplace. She had the main sensual chortle, husky and unrestrained. Her arms lingered on the chemise’s ribbon. “Should I—” Brandon untied the ribbon and pulled her chemise from her shoulders, the fragile fabric ripping as he did so, yet he didn’t care. He was once too taken by way of the expanse of creamy white epidermis that used to be bared to his gaze. The remnants of the chemise joined Verena’s costume at the ground. Brandon put his.