By Sarah MacLean
"What a scoundrel wishes, a scoundrel will get. . .
A decade in the past, the Marquess of Bourne used to be forged from society with not anything yet his name. Now a associate in London's so much unique gaming hell, the chilly, ruthless Bourne will do no matter what it takes to regain his inheritance—including marrying ideal, right girl Penelope Marbury.
A damaged engagement and years of disappointing courtships have left Penelope with no interest in a quiet, cozy marriage, and a eager for anything extra. How fortunate that her new husband has entry to an unexplored international of pleasures.
Bourne could be a prince of London's illicit underworld, yet he vows to maintain Penelope untouched via its wickedness—a problem certainly because the woman discovers her personal wishes, and her willingness to bet something for them . . . .even her heart.
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Stumm starrte Anna ihr Gegenüber an. Ein herausforderndes Lächeln auf den rosigen Lippen, trat die Frau einen Schritt näher. Bevor sie noch wusste, was sie tat, hatte Anna unsicher die Hände von der Reling gelöst. «, wiederholte die Blonde mit fester Stimme. Anna musste sich auf die Lippen beißen, um sich nicht gewohnheitsmäßig zu entschuldigen. Dies hier ist nicht Frau Bethge, ermahnte sie sich selbst, dies ist nicht deine alte Arbeitgeberin. Ich habe genauso viel Recht, hier zu stehen, wie diese Fremde.
Die Käsehäppchen hatten keinen Geschmack gehabt, die Orange hatte sie fast würgen lassen, und es war um das Huhn schade, das für diese Brühe hatte sterben müssen. Sie schmeckte einfach nichts. Nach wie vor schnürte ihr die Angst die Kehle zusammen und ließ den Magen flau werden. « Mit einem gewichtigen Seufzer lehnte sich ihr Nachbar in seinem Stuhl zurück. Seine feisten blassen Wangen zitterten. Der blonde Backenbart war so schütter, dass er kaum zu sehen war. Ein Gemisch aus Schweiß, Tabak und Duftwasser schwebte zu Anna herüber und ließ sie würgen.
Noch einmal blitzte und donnerte es. Dann, von einem Moment auf den anderen, schüttete es wie aus Eimern. Ich habe Angst, dachte Anna, ich habe so furchtbare Angst. Mit jedem Atemzug zitterten ihre Beine mehr. Die Menschen, die ihr nahestanden, kamen ihr mit einem Mal in den Sinn, ihre Arbeitgeberin, Frau Bethge, ihre beste Freundin Gustl. Alle hatten sie sie vor dieser Reise gewarnt. Eine neue Welle warf sie nach vorn. Dieses Mal schrie Anna doch. Wenn ich über Bord gehe, schoss es ihr durch den Kopf, werde ich auf immer fort sein.