SEVEN NIGHTS OF
SIN
One
night, one tryst can change everything...
Seven
Sensuous stories by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sabrina
York, with bestselling and award-winning authors Maggi Andersen, Lynne Conolly,
Eliza Lloyd, Suzi Love, Hildie McQueen, and Victoria Vane. Enter a world
of passion and mystery where dashing heroes and dauntless heroines come
together in a scorching conflagration that will will tip your world on its
end.
LUSCIOUS by Sabrina
York
Revenge...or
redemption? Which will he choose?
ONE SCANDALOUS
NIGHT by Maggi Andersen
Can one night with
a rake be enough for a lifetime?
THE DEVIL YOU KNOW
by Victoria Vane
She
found heaven in the devil’s arms.
UNDER A SILVER MOON
by Hildie Mcqueen
The shadows of the
past fall over a man and a woman attempting to start anew.
MY DEAR MR.
FORRESTER by Eliza Lloyd
He can't resist a
woman in trouble. Will he ever learn?
WHAT HE WANTS by
Lynne Connolly
Love hides in
unexpected places...
PLEASURE HOUSE BALL by Suzi Love
Love revealed at a
courtesan’s ball.
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ONE SCANDALOUS NIGHT by MAGGI
ANDERSEN
Can
one night with a rake be enough for a lifetime?
Miss Bella Lacey desires to
accomplish two things before settling into an unfulfilling marriage to the man
her father has chosen. First, she intends to inveigle a goodly amount of money
for her orphans from a man of means, and second, to have one night of passion
to help her endure the dreary years ahead.
When Derrick, Lord Eaglestone, a
wealthy viscount with a scandalous reputation, agrees to donate to Miss Lacey’s
charity, he has only seduction in mind. Little does he suspect that Miss Lacey
has already chosen him to debauch her before she weds another. The lady has
virtually fallen into his lap, but much to his annoyance, he finds himself
reluctant to oblige her.
Excerpt:
ONE SCANDALOUS NIGHT
Maggi Andersen
A waft of citrus cologne drifted in the air as a
hand, attached to a crisp, white cuff and dark, superfine sleeve, plucked the
rose.
Lord Eaglestone handed the bloom to her with a
small bow. “I have a moment to learn more about your charity, Miss Lacey. If
you will be so good,” he said in his husky voice, a voice that had graced many
bedrooms, Bella thought with another delightful shiver.
“Thank you, my lord. I am most eager to do so.”
She held the rose to her nose, resting her back against the stone balustrade
and launched into the description she’d used with bank managers and possible
creditors—producing more amusement than interest in her orphaned children and
the orphanage’s desperate need of capital. Hartnoll House wasn’t exactly an
orphanage, more a small group of homeless children she’d rescued off the
streets and sheltered in a house her grandfather had bequeathed her. He’d
planned to help her but had passed away before much could be accomplished. He’d
left her enough money to employ a housekeeper and a maid and keep the children
well fed. There was so much more to be done. If unable to find each of them a
loving home, she did want to teach them skills to keep them out of the
workhouse.
Eaglestone listened without interruption. His
expression, for all his ready charm, seemed guarded, with no softness in that
chin, which might have been chiseled for a marble statue. His eyes held a
glimmer of alert intelligence as she described the inadequate bedding, the rats
in the cellar that resisted all efforts to remove them, and the money needed to
repair the leaking roof. She paused and waited for a response, a positive one
she hoped.
“Most certainly a worthy cause,” he observed
without actually committing himself.
“A very worthy cause, my lord,” she repeated
emphatically. She spoke fulsomely of the children. She knew each child so well
it required little effort and allowed her to retain her focus on the job at
hand: to convince this man to invest in something that offered no return other
than one of goodwill. In her mind, she ran over the details she’d been able to
gather about him that she might employ to better persuade him. Some chink in
his armor. He’d been orphaned at an early age, and his estate had been left in the
hands of an uncle who stripped his inheritance to the bone before the young
lord gained his majority. Once Lord Eaglestone had control of his fortune,
however, he’d quadrupled his wealth in a stunningly short time.
A random thought struck her. Eaglestone’s lack of
maternal love in those tender years might account for his rakishness and why,
at thirty-three, he hadn’t married.
“Where is this orphanage of yours, Miss Lacey?”
“Cheapside, my lord.” She’d almost missed his
question. She’d been picturing him as a small boy without anyone to love him,
much like one of her lonely orphans.
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