Genre: Historical Romance | Release Date: December 5, 2017
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca | Series: Midnight Meetings
Format: Digital eBook / Print | Print ISBN: 9781492651901
Digital ISBN: 9781402294341Lord Marcus Bowles has stained his family’s reputation for the last time. Only after spending a scandal-free year restoring some far-flung property can this second son return in good graces. But Marcus isn’t one to abandon a lone damsel on a dark country lane.
One stolen kiss and Genevieve Turner’s handsome midnight savior disappears. Typical. No matter, Gen is finally on the way to her new post, and hopefully to finding her grandmother as well. Instead she finds her mischievous hero is her new employer. Surely a few more kisses won’t hurt…
Gina Conkle Copyright © 2017
If he wasn’t careful, he’d press his mouth to hers and cry defeat.
His hips shifted, sloshing water in the tub. “The thing is what we have is like a game of Fox and Geese. Are you familiar with the board game?”
A sweet laugh erupted. “Fox and Geese? Yes, I’ve seen it. Pray tell, what do you mean?”
“Well, I’m the fox, outnumbered and outflanked by you.”
“Because of this morning.”
His gaze dipped to her pretty bosom. He was the worst kind of wastrel; everyone expected it of him.
Why not give in?
Sweat trickled down his temple, owing nothing to the hot bath. Miss Turner had to know he’d be putty in her hands if she crooked her finger at him.
“I’m not skilled with household matters.” He forced himself to look higher.
Dark lashes fringed her patient, knowing eyes.
He grinned aware he was caught ogling her. “You got the best of me, going on attack at the crack of dawn, no less. Very unsporting of you.”
“It was well past dawn,” she corrected. “But do go on. This is quite interesting.”
Her chin rested in her hand. She was close enough he could count the freckles on her nose. Miss Turner was pretty but not in the conventional sense. Her jaw was too square, her eyes too dark, and her stature tall for most men, but her body housed a soul older than her years and he wanted to lose himself in her.
Fighting for clarity, he tapped the folded papers. “I have here something to even things out. A negotiation piece.”
“In our game of Fox and Geese.” Her voice dipped with humor. “And here I thought we were all about cleaning up your unsightly cottage.”
“A minor detail. Life is about the dance between men and women.”
“A vicar’s wisdom, I’m sure.”
Firelight illuminated Miss Turner’s hair, the effect like honeyed threads. Desire shocked his system again, the jolt reaching between his legs. A medieval device could be slowly crushing him for all the sweet torture. He was ten times a fool for conversing with her while in his bath.
His vision glazed over all because messy hair and freckles entranced him. The current circumstances defined purgatory—him naked with a desirable woman he could never, should never touch.
“About that negotiation piece.” She nodded at the broadsheet.
He blinked, willing the intense wave between his legs to subside.
“I have a prime item, but it will come at a price.”
Miss Turner stilled and her eyes narrowed. “Go on.”
“I’ve something inside for you, but I think it’s worth having my chamber pot cleaned all winter.”
“What?” She balked. “You want…chamber pots cleaned. Not a service of another kind?”
Gina Conkle writes lush Viking romance and sensual Georgian romance. Her books always offer a fresh, addictive spin on the genre with the witty banter and sexual tension that readers crave. She grew up in southern California and despite all that sunshine, Gina loves books over beaches and stone castles over sand castles. Now she lives in Michigan with her favorite alpha male, Brian, and their two sons where she’s known to occasionally garden and cook.