Engaged In Passion (A Bridal Favors Novella) - Plot & Excerpts
Anthony fidgeted with his best cravat, knowing even his best was far below what anyone else at the ball would be wearing. But he had promised, so here he was, standing outside Lord and Lady Illston's home trying to appear completely casual as he waited for Francine's coach to appear. It was a lie. He was far from casual. The knot in his stomach and his cold, clammy hands told him as much. What had he been thinking to agree to this? No servant worth his salt would allow Anthony to enter. But then, Anthony hadn't been thinking at the time, had he? He'd been too busy seducing Francine. His hands had smelled of her sweetness, his body had been throbbing with hunger, and in such a state, there had been no room for logical thought. Bloody hell. He was half a breath away from leaving when he saw her carriage. Though it had no crest, it was nevertheless distinctive by its shiny perfection and the excess of footmen. He knew from his talks with Francine that she hated the ostentatious display, but her father insisted.
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