(MSRP: 14.9900)
Grayson Delaney knows what it's like to do something so horrific he can never be forgiven. As penance, he lives up to everyone's low expectations. But when his father tires of his wastrel existence, Gray is forced to earn his living by running the brewery his father won in a card game. Now, he must learn everything about working in the brewery, while proving to the woman he loves that he's nothing like her spendthrift father.
Lady Margaret Bradford has one passion - the brewery that's been in her family for generations. But from the moment Gray Delaney enters her life, she realizes she's not only in danger of losing her brewery, but of losing her heart - to a man exactly like her father.
Now, she must not only safeguard the brewery from mysterious accidents, but protect her heart from a man who causes her to lose control of her emotions at every turn.
(Pages 306) Sensual
Excerpt:
“What are you worried about now?” he asked, moving one hand to the nape of her neck.
She tried to pull away, but his hand held its firm grasp and he wouldn’t release her. “What is there that’s happening that I shouldn’t worry about? I’m being forced to risk the money I’ve saved for my sisters’ futures. I’ve aligned myself with a man whose reputation as a scoundrel and a spendthrift is known far and wide. And I’m here alone in the middle of the night with one of the most well-known rakes in all of England. Isn’t that enough to worry about for one day?”
He smiled, then brushed the palm of his hand down her hair. “You should wear your hair down more often.”
Maggie felt the warmth of his nearness and shivered, even though she told herself she wouldn’t let him affect her. But when he raked his fingers through her hair, then cupped the back of her head in the palm of his hand it was all she could do to keep her legs steady beneath her.
She wanted to push him away but that would mean she’d have to reach out to him and touch him, and her body was already on fire just standing that close to him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, finding her voice.
“I’m getting ready to kiss you.”
“You can’t. You said you’d never kiss a woman if she wasn’t willing.”
“That’s right, Maggie, my dear.” He slowly lowered his head. “I said I’d never kissed a woman who wasn’t willing.”
Before Maggie found the words to tell him he was wrong if he thought she’d allow him to make her another of his conquests, he brought his mouth down over hers.
