You're the Earl I Want
The Lords of Worth, #3
Kelly Bowen
Forever Romance
Aug. 25, 2015
THE EARL DOTH PROTEST . . .
For businessman Heath Hextall, inheriting an earldom has been a damnable nuisance. The answer: find a well-bred, biddable woman to keep his life in order and observe the required social niceties. But it's always been clear that Lady Josephine Somerhall is not that woman. Once a shy slip of a girl, Joss is now brilliant, beautiful chaos in a ball gown.
. . . BUT THE LADY KNOWS BEST
In her heart, Joss has always loved Heath, the one person she's always been able to count on. That doesn't mean she wants to marry him though. Without a husband, Joss can do as she pleases-and now, it pleases her to solve the mystery of an encoded file given to Heath by a dying man. It's put Heath in peril once, and Joss won't let that happen again. She'll do what she must to ensure the earl's safety. And to remind him that what she lacks in convention, she makes up for in passion.
For businessman Heath Hextall, inheriting an earldom has been a damnable nuisance. The answer: find a well-bred, biddable woman to keep his life in order and observe the required social niceties. But it's always been clear that Lady Josephine Somerhall is not that woman. Once a shy slip of a girl, Joss is now brilliant, beautiful chaos in a ball gown.
. . . BUT THE LADY KNOWS BEST
In her heart, Joss has always loved Heath, the one person she's always been able to count on. That doesn't mean she wants to marry him though. Without a husband, Joss can do as she pleases-and now, it pleases her to solve the mystery of an encoded file given to Heath by a dying man. It's put Heath in peril once, and Joss won't let that happen again. She'll do what she must to ensure the earl's safety. And to remind him that what she lacks in convention, she makes up for in passion.
Excerpt from You're the Earl I Want:
Joss
watched him, wanting to smooth the troubled lines from his forehead. “I once
knew a boy who told me, when he was grown up, he would become a pirate king and
sail his own ship to the four corners of the world in search of treasure,” she
said quietly.
His
mouth twisted but his eyes remained hard. “That boy grew up. And discovered
that there were no such things as pirate kings, and no time to search for
treasure.”
“Yet that boy now owns his own ships.”
“He does.”
“And what stops him from sailing them where he
pleases? What stops him from doing and taking what he truly wants?”
His eyes caught hers and held them trapped within
their brilliant blue heat. The remoteness was gone, replaced by a sudden
predatory hunger that made Joss swallow convulsively. Her breath stuttered,
anticipation and desire roaring to life and sending frissons of longing pulsing
through her. The question she’d flung at Heath was swirling around in her brain
now, demanding an honest answer from her own conscience.
What
was stopping her from taking what she truly wanted? Because what she wanted was
standing before her in perfectly tailored evening clothes, his hands clenched
around a pile of newspapers, looking at her with such raw covetousness that it
was making her nearly drunk with a reckless want.
“Perhaps
one day I’ll take you there,” she said into the sudden silence.
Heath stilled. “To Bombay?”
“To start.” She’d meant it to sound like a jest, but
it came out as an invitation. “I could take you a lot of places.” Holy hell,
but what was she doing?
Heath seemed to have stopped breathing, though he
took a step closer, his scent enveloping her. Instantly her mouth went dry, and
a steady throb built in her belly. She squirmed, but she was backed against the
desk and had nowhere to go. Sanity was rapidly disintegrating around her,
crumbling beneath an overwhelming ache to touch this man. To have him touch
her.
“Of course I don’t have my own ships, so I’d have to
hitch a
ride on one of yours.” She barely recognized herself.
There
were reasons why she shouldn’t do this, she knew. She just couldn’t think of
one right now.
Heath’s
expression shifted suddenly, as if something within him had given way. He took
another half step closer, close enough that he was pressed against her skirts
now, the hard steel of his legs nudging hers apart so that he dominated her
space and trapped her against him. He dropped the newspaper carelessly and
braced his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of her waist, bringing
his lips a breath away from hers.
“Would
you take me?” she whispered, and neither of them could pretend she was still
talking about ships.
“Yes,”
Heath rasped.
And
then he kissed her.
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