The Seduction of EmilyAuthor: Rachel Brimble
Seduction
is a wicked game, and no one plays it better than the devilish Will Samson in
Rachel Brimble's captivating new novel. . .
Since
girlhood, Emily Darson has accepted that she will marry Nicholas, the son of
her father's trusted business partner. The marriage contract safeguards her
family legacy, Emily's fortune, and everything she values--except her
independence. Only when a sinfully handsome scoundrel enters her life does Emily
realize quite how much a loveless match will cost her.
Will
Samson has advanced from expert pickpocket to confidence trickster of the
highest caliber. Now he has come to Bath to exact vengeance on the man who
destroyed his mother--the man Emily will soon marry. But from his first glimpse
of the enemy's bewitching, spirited fiancée, Will's plan changes.
Amid
the ballrooms and salons of elegant society, heated glances explode into
scandalous kisses. Revenge is sweet, but surrender will be irresistible. . .
Excerpt
A movement barely inches to her side caught Emily’s
attention. She turned and swallowed the gasp that rose sharply in her throat.
It was the man who winked at her in the auction room.
He strolled toward her, his shining sea-blue eyes locked on hers.
Her courage inside the room promptly abandoned her. Emily’s heart turned over.
He stood at least half a foot taller than she, his wide shoulders absurdly
broad, his confidence disturbing. She bit back a nervous laugh as an entirely
inappropriate imagining came unbidden into her mind. Oh, to have him fling her
over those shoulders and escape with her into the night!
He flashed her a knowing smile—God spare her, she smiled
back.
Never before had a man’s gaze enticed such inexplicable
naughtiness in her. Danger screamed its warning. What was she thinking? There
was no time for dalliance or distraction. Nicholas’s gruff cough snapped her
attention.
The handsome stranger snatched his gaze from hers and
touched his finger to the brim of his hat. “Good afternoon, sir.”
Nicholas nodded. “Can I help you?”
“I wanted to offer my congratulations.” The man held out his
hand. “A very fine win.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Nicholas took his offered hand.
“Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse—”
“Yes, quite the battle you had in there.” Fine lines
crinkled the corners of the stranger’s phenomenal eyes. “Nothing beats a fiery
one on one.”
He turned and looked directly at Emily, his raised eyebrow
referring the sentiment to her rather than Nicholas. She should have been
outrageously affronted, yet a burst of delicious excitement rushed through her
veins and warmed her body.
