Charlotte Fielding, tired of being without her wayward husband, travels to Bath to find him. She discovers him at a masked ball amidst the throng of revelers. Her revenge on him is that he doesn’t know who she is, so she seduces him. When his reaction to her identity isn’t what she expects, she hardens her heart against him. Charlotte wants an annulment and nothing less. He talks her into a bargain—to stay as his wife for a month and then if they don’t suit well with each other, he’ll grant her wish. What she uncovers about his life is far more than she bargained for. In addition to the disguises in his closet from his investigative business, she stumbles across secrets. Those of which she wished she’s never known.
Framed for a crime he didn’t commit, Ian Fielding has his hands full with
proving his innocence. His wife picks that moment to show up on his doorstep, and he’s forced to take her with him. Matters become more complicated when he becomes unexplainably attracted to her. The timing couldn’t be more inconvenient. When the couple takes refuge in an old castle owned by a recluse beastly lord, they soon become aware that the owner has plans of his own.
Swept into a whirlwind of mystery, passion and adventure, Charlotte must discover the truth of her own heart before it’s too late for them both.
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She laid her unsteady hand on top his and he led the way to the dance floor. Heat from his powerful body radiated from his skin. He spoke not a word as he slid his arm around her waist and took her in the dance hold. When their feet stepped in time with the string quartet’s waltz, he pulled her body scandalously closer.
Under her hand, the smooth material of his shirt slid beneath her fingers. Flesh and sinew flexed under her palms. Tightening her lips, she held back the sigh that wanted to escape, reminding herself that this was revenge and nothing more.
“Are you aware of the spectacle you’ve made tonight, Chère?â€
Shock trembled through her at his blunt words. Did he know who she was? Of course not. He wouldn’t know her true identity until she removed her mask. And even then she wondered if he’d recognize her.
“I don’t care what people think of me,†she admitted.
“You’re certainly the most provocative woman at this ball.â€
She breathed a sigh. “You really think so? I’m not aware of this.â€
“You’re certainly a temptress, luring to your side every man here.â€
“And what of you, kind sir? Are you aware of how devastatingly handsome and mysterious you are?â€
“No, my attention has been focused on one woman in particular, and I’m dancing with her now.â€
She tilted her head, keeping her gaze on him. “Are you always this forward?â€
“Oui.†He chuckled. “Are you?â€
“It’s for you to find out.â€
His dark eyebrows lifted. “Am I to believe you are this way because you’re tempted to taste the forbidden fruit?â€
His charm hypnotized all of her senses, weakening her limbs. To keep from falling under his spell, she changed the subject. “What is your costume, kind sir?â€
“What do you want me to be, Chère?â€
Her heart knocked against her ribs. “That’s not a fair answer to my question.â€
“The truth is, my She-Devil,†he replied, huskiness filling his voice as his fingers stroked her hand, “this costume was a last minute decision. So please, tell me what you think I might be, and it shall be so.â€
She looked away from the shadow of his eyes peering through the mask and scanned his body. Perfectly he fit in his dark and mystifying attire, so flawless it made her heart skip a beat. Too bad he didn’t want her as a wife three years ago. Perhaps she wouldn’t have thought she had wasted the last twenty-four months of her life.
“I don’t rightly know.†She shrugged. “Are you a night rider?â€
“I have a better idea. Since you are the Devil, I shall be Hell.â€
Lost in a dream, she gazed into his masked face. “If you are Hell, then I’d gladly become wicked just to be with you.â€