A Deal with Lord Devlin

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-840-0
Page Count: 65
Word Count: 15593
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

Page Count: 65
Word Count: 15593
978-1-61217-840-0 Digital


Despite her wish to see Andrew hung from the nearest gallows, Charlotte was uneasy.

“I mean, Lady Mallen,” Lord Devlin’s eyes bore into hers, and she bristled uncomfortably, “that my cousin stole an inheritance from me and I want it back. Your assistance,” he held up the letter with a smile, “just made my task much easier.” In the blink of an eye Charlotte tore her letter out of his greedy fingers.

“Absolutely not!” she cried, crumpling up the parchment in her fist. “I came here tonight to repair my reputation, not destroy it further.” Her instinct had been correct the first time, and she aimed for the fireplace.

She never made it.

“No!” James reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against his chest. Charlotte let out a shriek, forced to clutch his puce-colored lapels to keep from falling over.

“Let me go this instant!” Charlotte blushed to the tips of her toes at the intimate hold. The nerve of this man! Slapping at him with her gloved hand, she sought a distraction from the sudden rush of warmth at his embrace. She knew it had nothing to do with the closeness of the fire.

“I cannot allow you to burn that letter.” Lord Devlin’s voice sounded dangerous in her ear.

She couldn’t stop herself from shivering. “And why shouldn’t I?” she whispered back, stubbornly clutching the letter against her chest. “Am I to be the sacrificial lamb in your petty dispute with Andrew? I have had enough public humiliation in my life.”

Though Lord Devlin didn’t loosen his hold, his expression did soften. “My intent isn’t to humiliate you further. Perhaps we can arrange a deal…”

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