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Lord Ashton, we should stop now." Her words were the barest whisper, for she no longer trusted herself. She was entranced by his handsome face and the way he was watching her now. If she lifted her mouth even the slightest fraction, she would be kissing him again. He drew his hand over the line of her jaw and tipped her chin up. "Here, in this place, you will call me Iain. And I intend to call you Rose." She was trembling in his arms, feeli..
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Will you be traveling to London for the Season?" Sir Lester was asking Lady Rose. A footman had arrived with the tea and refreshments. Rose poured each of them a cup, and Iain declined cream or sugar. She turned her attention back to Sir Lester. "My mother wishes to go to London, but she isn't well right now. I do not think it is possible." "When she recovers, perhaps?" The baronet was clearly wanting Lady Rose to return to the city. "Have ..
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The image of Lady Rose came to mind, and he rather wished he could see her now, even if only for a conversation and a cup of tea. Although she refused to consider him as anything more than a friend, never would he forget the forbidden softness of her kiss. Or the way she'd smiled at him when she'd taken her first steps. With her, he could be the man he was--not the man he was trying to be. But he had to set aside his own desires and think o..
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Don't be looking at me like that, Lady Rose." His tone grew rigid, like he was holding himself back. "Like what?" she whispered. "Like you're wanting me to kiss you." He moved in closer, and his expression left no doubt that he wanted to. The words made her heart beat faster, and she tried to calm herself. "We're only friends," she reminded him. "So we are. It doesn't mean that I'm dead." His pirate smile returned, and she did pull away thi..
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One of the maids hurried inside the kitchen, a cailin of about sixteen. The girl sent him a curious look, and her gaze slid over his bare torso in open admiration. Though he rather felt like a roasted goose on display, Iain said nothing, in case the maid turned out to be an unexpected ally. Mrs.
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If the woman I loved fell sick, I would be at her side, day and night. And even if my duties took me from her, I would write every day." The roughness in his voice took her aback, and for a moment, she found herself caught up in his stare. She couldn't read his emotions, for his anger was blended with an intensity that stole her breath. "I cannot understand why any man wouldn't do the same for you." His mouth rested above hers, and she felt..
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The expression on his face was kindly, but there was something more within his gaze. She didn't understand it but couldn't bring herself to turn away. Instead, she studied him in return. His dark hair was slightly long, but his face was clean shaven. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she took off her glove, reaching out to touch his cheek. "You shaved." "So I did." She traced the planes of his face, fully aware that she shouldn't be ..
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Rose doesn't want you. She wants Burkham. Try as he might, he couldn't silence the voice of logic. But he didn't believe that the viscount would come up to scratch. And he'd written only six letters in half a year? Mary, Mother of God, the viscount was leading her on. Even if Rose did return to London, there was no guarantee that Burkham would ask her to wed. Irritation rose up within him, and he told himself it was none of his affair. It d..
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Her pace was slow, and after a moment, she glimpsed him. Iain straightened in the water, unable to stop his smile. Well, now. Wasn't this an interesting dilemma? "You have me at a disadvantage, a chara." He took a few steps closer, unable to resist teasing her. Now the water was at his waistline, and Rose put up her hands. "Stop," she commanded. "I didn't realize you were here. There's no need to . . . leave the water." Her face held a love..
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Are you going to put your feet in?" he asked. She shook her head. "I don't think so. It would be foolish. Besides that, I'm already breaking too many rules by sitting here alone with you. Though if anyone finds me, I shall claim that I was abducted by a pirate." "And then you would be forced to wed me to save your reputation," he suggested. "Which is not so very dreadful." "I disagree," she countered. "You, Lord Ashton, are a very wicked ma..
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I don't suppose you'd know where your Aunt Emily is sleeping?" "Gah," the baby replied. "You are a veritable wellspring of information."
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You'll have to forgive me for being half-clothed, a chara," he apologized, "but I was robbed on my journey here by a group of damned thieving boys." Now what did he mean by that? Rose shut her eyes tightly and opened them again. No, he was still there. She filled her lungs with air, prepared to scream for all that was holy. "I won't be harming you," he said, lifting his hands in surrender, "but I would be most grateful for some clothes. Not..
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Who are you?" she managed to ask. "And why are you here?" "I am Iain Donovan, the Earl of Ashton," he answered. "At your service." He bowed, and in his grin, she detected a teasing air. An Irishman, she was certain, given his speech patterns. But an earl? Exactly how empty headed did he think she was? Rose"
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What are you planning to do with that rake, a chara?" he inquired, taking another step closer. Rose gripped the handle with both hands and drew it closer, using the tool to keep him at a distance. "Nothing, if you go away." Truthfully, she didn't know exactly what she would do with the rake. It wasn't exactly suitable for stabbing someone. She could poke him with it, but not much else. This"
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What are your thoughts on finding Rose a husband? She said something about a Lord Burkham." Her smile faded. "The viscount is not right for Rose." With a dismissive gesture, she added, "He would bore her within a year." Good, Iain thought. He was glad to hear it. Though he supposed he had no right to feel possessive of Rose, he couldn't deny that her kiss had affected him. It had been an impulse, misguided by the need to touch a beautiful w..
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when Viking warrior Gunnar Dalrata ignites her desire, she must choose between duty and the man she longs for! The MacEgan Brothers Series Volume 2 The Warrior's Touch Taming Her Irish Warrior The Warrior's Forbidden Virgin Surrender to an Irish Warrior Pleasured by the Viking Michelle Willingham
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