Taming an Impossible Rogue (Scandalous Brides Series)
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Taming an Impossible Rogue
One year ago, Lady Camille Pryce left her haughty fiancé at the altar-for good reason. Not only was the marriage arranged before she could even walk, her betrothed was too smug to exert himself to meet her! Now, disowned, with no husband or family to support her, she's left with one option: go to work in the notorious Tantalus Club...
A gentleman's gaming house run by a woman, the Tantalus is no place for a proper lady; so, to save face, her jilted fiancé must retrieve her. But banned from the club, he's forced to employ his ne'er-do-well cousin instead. A handsome, experienced rogue, Keating Blackwood is the perfect man to lure Camille away. But the moment they meet, Keating instead wants to save her...for himself. Impossible? Perhaps. But if Camille can make the ultimate player lay his cards on the table-and risk his heart-all bets are off...
apologize? Your daughter is marrying a man she dislikes, and who dislikes her, for a very large sum of money. And in return you get to tell your prissy friends that I’ve come back to my senses.” “I only hope Lord Fenton realizes how poorly you govern your tongue,” Lady Montshire snapped back at her. “If you’d gone through this the first time as you promised, you and he might have learned by now to be friends. Now you have to begin with suspicion, which is your own fault. But you will be married
offered his arm. Taking a shallow breath, she wrapped her fingers around his sleeve and stepped into the church. This was the moment, thirteen months earlier, that she’d fled. She looked up to see Fenton staring at her as though he was worried that if he blinked, she would vanish. Not this time. This time she at least had a reason for being there. While what must have been a hundred pairs of eyes watched, she advanced until her father handed her off to Fenton and the priest began droning on
them. “Shall we shake hands, then?” The redheaded lady made a sound behind them very like a snort. Let her laugh; it was thanks to Sophia White that Camille had joined him today. He felt rather kindly toward her at the moment. Camille held out her right hand. Resisting the odd, abrupt urge to first wipe his own palm against his thigh, Keating gripped her warm fingers. As long as she never asked precisely why he’d returned to London, everything would proceed swimmingly. Of course he’d broken his
back of the club. Well, that might possibly have been the nicest thing he’d ever said to her, both because it proved that he was still interested, and because she now knew for certain that there was one person in the world with whom she could have a disagreement and not be discarded. Returning to the podium, she closed her eyes for just a moment. As long as she refused to consider what the final outcome of all this might be, today had been a rather splendid day. For the first time she’d
tangled up in him, literally and physically, that prolonging the pleasure would only increase the pain. But giving him up when she didn’t yet have to would be even worse. “I am amenable to that.” “Good.” Cupping her cheeks with both hands, Keating leaned into her for a deep, plundering kiss. “Then let’s not waste time.” * * * Keating didn’t leave The Tantalus Club until just after sunrise. Enough people had tried the jammed door in the upstairs sitting room that likely every employee knew