I've Got My Duke to Keep Me Warm (The Lords of Worth #1)
Author: Kelly Bowen
Release Date: 16 December 2014
Publisher: Forever
Where Secrets Smolder...
Calm. Cool. Collected. Gisele Whitby has perfected the art of illusion—her survival, after all, has depended upon it. Years ago, to escape an abusive husband, Gisele "disappeared." Now she must risk revealing her new identity to save another innocent girl from the same fate. But she needs a daring man for her scheme, and the rogue in question shows a remarkable talent . . . for shattering Gisele's carefully constructed façade and igniting her deepest desires.
...Passion Ignites.
This isn't the first time Jamie Montcrief has awakened naked and confused from a night of drinking. It is, however, the first time a stunningly beautiful woman offers him payment afterward. Gisele has a business proposition for him, a mission involving cunning thievery and a brazen rescue. How can he say no to a plot this dangerous . . . and a woman this delectable?
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Well, shit. He deserved that. “Who are you?”
She smiled at him, the first genuine smile he had seen, and it did strange things to his chest.
“I am… just Gisele.”
That was helpful. He knew nothing more about her than he knew last night. Annoyance bubbled up again. “Very well then Just-Gisele, since you won’t tell me anything useful about yourself, would you be so kind as to enlighten me as to what it is you’d like me to do should I accept your generous offer of employment?”
Her smile turned brittle. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Jamie’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “How the hell am I supposed to make a decision based on not yet?”
The ice queen shrugged. “You’ll have to trust me.”
Jamie closed his eyes, fighting for patience. “Will I need to steal something?”
“Unlikely.”
“Kill someone?”
“Hopefully not.”
“Blow something up?”
“You’re familiar with explosives?”
His eyes popped open at the undisguised interest in her last question. What the hell kind of woman used the word explosives the way most used the word marmalade? Or teapot?
Well, shit. He deserved that. “Who are you?”
She smiled at him, the first genuine smile he had seen, and it did strange things to his chest.
“I am… just Gisele.”
That was helpful. He knew nothing more about her than he knew last night. Annoyance bubbled up again. “Very well then Just-Gisele, since you won’t tell me anything useful about yourself, would you be so kind as to enlighten me as to what it is you’d like me to do should I accept your generous offer of employment?”
Her smile turned brittle. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Jamie’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “How the hell am I supposed to make a decision based on not yet?”
The ice queen shrugged. “You’ll have to trust me.”
Jamie closed his eyes, fighting for patience. “Will I need to steal something?”
“Unlikely.”
“Kill someone?”
“Hopefully not.”
“Blow something up?”
“You’re familiar with explosives?”
His eyes popped open at the undisguised interest in her last question. What the hell kind of woman used the word explosives the way most used the word marmalade? Or teapot?
