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Blackmailed into a marriage five years ago, and forced by their overbearing families to consummate that union so it could never be legally questioned, Victoria and Justin Talbot have been more than happy to live apart ever since, although neither one has quite forgotten the one night they shared. But now Victoria has been forced to come to London in the disguise of London’s most talented and sought after courtesan. Invading Justin’s world, she is on a desperate search to find a missing friend and stay clear of her very angry, suddenly possessive husband. Only this time, one taste is not going to be enough for Justin. He is determined not only to uncover Victoria’s secrets, but to claim her, body and soul. Available June 24, 2008 from Avon Books Excerpt A shudder worked its way through Victoria’s body from head to toe. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body arched against his. It betrayed her by growing hot, becoming wet. So much for strength against seduction. “We made a bargain, my lady,” he breathed, his voice so quiet against her ear, yet so powerful. “We agreed to be lovers. You cannot change the parameters of the deal simply because you wish to punish me.” He released her suddenly, only touching her enough to steady her. Then he stepped back. “Now turn around.” Her hands shook as she did as he ordered. Facing him, she lifted her chin with what remained of her defiance. He smiled at the gesture. “I’m going to unwrap you, Victoria,” he said softly. “And then I’m going to burn that dress.” She started. “What?” “You heard me. I have installed you in this house, with these servants, and everyone believes you are my mistress. No one except my brother and Shaw realize your true identity. If you wish to keep it that way, you will behave accordingly. You will be my mistress. Dress like her.” His smiled again, this time wicked. “And act like her.” Her nostrils flared as desire shifted and merged with anger. “And how would your mistress act, Justin? I have heard stories, but I still wonder. Would she run around in her chemise for the world to see? Would she bring you to completion beneath the table at a supper party? I can only imagine how your mistresses have acted.” Justin’s face darkened and the vein in his neck throbbed ever so subtly. “A very nice imagination you have. I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to either one, if you were the one half-naked and… completing me. But I think, right now, my mistress would merely kiss me. And then she would take me upstairs.”
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