The Maddening Lord Montwood
The Rakes of Fallow Hall # 3
By: Vivienne Lorret
Releasing July 14, 2015
Avon Impulse
Avon Impulse
Blurb
Frances
Thorne learned at an early age to rely on herself. Yet, losing her job and her
home and watching her father carted off to debtor’s prison all in one day, is
too much for her to bear alone. When a generous offer of assistance falls into
her lap, she ignores her better instincts and decides to take a chance. The
last thing she needs is for the infuriating Lord Lucan Montwood to stand in her
way.
The
end of the bachelors’ wager is near, and Lucan Montwood can taste victory. Yet,
on the precipice of finally gaining freedom from his debts, he’s incensed to
learn that the beautiful Frances Thorne has fallen into an insidious trap in
the guise of a new position. Lucan can’t deny the way her lips call to him and
knows he must risk his own future to ensure her safety.
Convincing
her to trust him is the hard part and resisting her is next to impossible. But
falling in love with her? That’s far too simple.
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Goodreads
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Author Info
USA Today bestselling author VIVIENNE
LORRET loves romance novels, her pink laptop, her husband, and her two sons
(not necessarily in that order ... but there are days). Transforming copious
amounts of tea into words, she is proud to be an Avon Impulse author of works
including: “Tempting Mr. Weatherstone”, The Wallflower Wedding Series, and the
Rakes of Fallow Hall series.
Website: http://www.vivlorret.net/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vivienne.lorret
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/VivLorret
Excerpt
ONE:
“Miss Thorne.” Lucan Montwood flashed a smile, revealing
a dimple on one side of his mouth. She imagined a serpent must look the same
before giving a taste of his venom.
“My lord,” she said through gritted teeth. After
introducing Kaye, who then turned to help Mrs. Hunter with the tea, Frances
expected him to leave at once. Yet he did not.
Lucan doffed his hat and tucked it beneath his arm. Not a
strand of his dark hair was out of place. And beneath a thick brow, his amber
gaze held a peculiar light, there in the shadows. The color of his eyes had
always fascinated her. In her youth, before her mother’s death and before his
family had betrayed her father, she would visit her father at Camdonbury Place.
Yet all the while, she’d hoped to cross paths with Lucan. Even though they were
only a year apart in age, he’d always seemed so worldly to her. And with those
eyes, he’d looked at her as if he knew worldly
things. The types of things that her mother had warned her against.
Her infatuation had been a girlish one, born of naiveté.
Soon enough, she’d learned that men like Lucan were born deceivers. And Frances
had had her fill of deception.
“What a serendipitous meeting,” he said. “Had I not been
nearby, I’d not have had the opportunity to renew our acquaintance.”
Since he knew of her vehement dislike of him, she chose
to ignore his goading. “Her ladyship was quite fortunate that you happened
along. Although, I am surprised that you chose to rescue a perfectly innocent shawl instead of sending it to
the gallows, as you and your family are wont to do.”
He
stared at her for a moment—long enough for her to adjust her spectacles—as a
slow, daring grin revealed that dimple of his once more. Truly, a man so
diabolical should not have such an appealing dimple. She loathed that dimple
and the man who wore it.
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