By Stefanie Sloane
"Filled with espionage and intrigue, Stefanie Sloane's witty and attractive debut is a Regency ancient the 1st novel in a back-to-back Regency Rogues trilogy that includes seductive spies and the women they have to shield. Lord William Randall, the Duke of Clairemont, is a rake with little regard for society a impossible suitor for girl Lucinda gray. yet his newest project for the younger Corinthians, an elite secret agent association, includes conserving her from a kidnapping plot. to do that, the infamous Iron Willo needs to use his devilish attraction to seduce Lucinda and persuade her he's precious of her cognizance. William by no means deliberate to develop into enthralled by way of the beautiful woman gray or to lose his personal center within the discount. attractive and fiercely clever, Lucinda has controlled to gracefully avert even the main continual suitors. until eventually the Duke of Clairemont, that's. She's tempted by way of his sinfully sensuous mouth and piercing eyes, and unearths it demanding to withstand the champion thoroughbred he bargains her in alternate for the honour of relationship her. Can she retain him at arm's size while his contact begs her to allow him a lot nearer? Excerpt 9780345517395|excerpt Sloane: THE satan IN conceal 1 London April 1811 girl Lucinda gray had now not accurately made up our minds what she could do if the overly keen Matthew Redding, Lord Cuthbert, in comparison her eyes to the Aegean Sea. Or the main outstanding of sapphires. It had all been stated prior to and Lucinda admitted with a stab of remorse in even more artistic methods than bad Lord Cuthbert may perhaps ever dare dream. I shall faint, I believe,o she acknowledged succinctly, straightening the Alen on lace fichu well tucked into her jonquille dress. Lord Cuthbert stopped ogling Lucinda's bosom suddenly, a glance of misunderstanding clouding his around face. i urge your pardon'o Lucinda discovered her earnest suitor basically felt he'd reached the purpose in his seduction the place she must have been dizzy with anticipation and too stuck up within the second to talk. Lord Cuthbert, I do apologize,o she provided, profiting from the instant to discreetly reclaim her hand from his damp gloved snatch. She slid to the top of the sofa, placing ft of gold damask cushion among them. Pray continue.o Lucinda felt forced to work out this factor via, regardless of the temptation to feign what could without doubt be a outstanding fainting spell. Lord Cuthbert's fumbling try at romance was once, she learned, now not not like occurring upon a carriage coincidence; be it problem or distasteful fascination, one easily couldn't glance away. Nor faint away, she stated with a annoyed sigh. over the past few weeks, Lucinda had received way more adventure with this type of factor than she can have ever imagined or wanted to suffer. The unending parade of suitors who had came upon themselves on her doorstep this season were uninspiring, to assert the least. This was once all her pricey buddy Amelia's fault, after all, Lucinda mirrored as Lord Cuthbert droned on. If Amelia hadn't married the Earl of Northrop final 12 months and if the couple had no longer displayed a love so huge and substantial that these watching questioned in the event that they could rather well be misplaced endlessly . . . good, Lucinda wouldn't be during this difficulty. A fellow ape chief for the final numerous seasons, Amelia had, till the altogether unforeseen visual appeal of the earl, been a staunch supporter of a woman's correct to peace. And quiet. And sanity. In different phrases, a woman's correct to not marry. If in simple terms Lord Northrop had now not worn Amelia down,o Lucinda muttered lower than her breath, inflicting now not even the slightest pause from the windbag earlier than her. Lord Cuthbert was once thoroughly absorbed in his rehearsed speech, which left her unfastened to come back to her contemplation of the occasions that had resulted in his presence in her parlor. Discreetly counting the winged cherubs that inhabited the plaster ceiling in strength, Lucinda begrudgingly admitted that Lord Northrup had no longer accurately worn Amelia down. now not precisely. That was once to claim, certainly not. On the