The Viscount's Vow (A Regency Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
It was not yet half-past seven, but he’d a small, if somewhat unrealistic hope, Vangie might have risen early herself. No sooner had he settled into his customary chair, teacup at his lips, than his stepmother strutted into the sun-streaked breakfast room. Her steps faltered, and the self-satisfied look dropped off her face. Damn and blast. Why was she still here? It wasn’t bloody- well likely she just popped over for breakfast. From beneath hooded eyes, he scrutinized her. What had his father seen in her? Blunt. Father would do most anything for money. But lie with that? No wonder his father was perpetually in his cups, though how he got his pizzle stiff when he was foxed and laying atop that squeeze crab was beyond Ian’s ken. “I wasn’t aware you had returned, Ian.” An obvious understatement if ever there was one. Cocking a brow, he said, “I arrived late last night, or rather, early this morning.
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