Rebel Marquess

by Amy Sandas

  She pressed her lips to the rough edge of his jaw and murmured, “I will.”

  He took her mouth in a searing kiss intended to seal the vow forever between them. When he lifted his head, he saw life, love and laughter sparkling in her eyes. “It was the please, wasn’t it?”

  “What?” she asked in confusion.

  He chuckled. “Never mind.” Lifting a hand, he reached behind his head to untie the mask. “No need for this anymore.”

  She stopped him with a soft touch to his wrist. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you could wear it a little while longer.” The wicked gleam in her eyes shot a jolt of lust to his loins. His cock swelled to painful hardness. “You know,” she continued slyly as she trailed her fingers over the back of his neck, “there is another debt you owe me.”

  “Oh?” he asked, unsure what she referred to but getting the sense he would find pleasure in the direction she was heading.

  Her smile was downright roguish. “Do you recall a particular carriage ride? You promised to repay my…generosity.”

  He growled low in his throat, feeling a rush of sexual need. “You are a bold one,” he said as he drew her leg higher over his hip and gave a rolling thrust between her thighs.

  Her eyes closed and she gasped. “’Tis true,” she breathed, “I have always felt so with you. You make me need you so fiercely.” She pulled at his shoulders and lifted her hips.

  “Impatient as well,” he admonished, though he shifted and rose up to his knees between her thighs. He removed his other glove and wrapped his hands around her legs just above her knees. She arched her back and her legs strained in his hold as he soothed her with circling strokes of his thumbs over her inner thighs and watched the anticipation grow in her body.

  Leaning over her, he took her mouth with his, claiming every drop of her passion and reveling in the sweet taste of love that saturated the joining of their lips. Breaking the kiss, he brought his mouth to the curve of her ear and whispered roughly, “You have me, love. Forever and completely.”

  About the Author

  Amy’s love of romance began one summer when she was thirteen and complained of boredom. She ended up with one of her mother’s Barbara Cartland books and an obsessive interest that expanded from there. Her affinity for writing began with sappy pre-teen poems and led to a Bachelor’s degree with an emphasis on creative writing from the University of Minnesota—Twin Cities.

  She writes in the early mornings while her young kids are still asleep and dreams of a future when she can write all day instead of going to her “other” job. In the evenings, Amy is a full-time wife and mother who enjoys pizza, wine and dark brooding heroes—namely, her husband.

  Follow Amy’s tweets at www.twitter.com/AmySandas or visit her blog http://amysandas.wordpress.com.

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  Rogue Countess

  Reckless Viscount

  A passion neither of them wanted…and neither can deny.

  Rogue Countess

  © 2012 Amy Sandas

  Anna Locke was once young, naïve and infatuated with the handsome Jude Sinclair. Until the charismatic “gentleman” showed his true colors by abandoning her on their wedding day.

  In the years since, she has transformed herself into a confident, successful woman, independent of her errant husband’s aristocratic family in every way but name. When Jude unexpectedly returns demanding a divorce, she quashes the butterflies he still elicits, and resolves to show him she won’t be so easily cast aside.

  Jude has come home to assume the responsibilities left to him upon his father’s death, and to finally end the marriage into which he was tricked. To his surprise, Anna is no longer an awkward, skinny girl with a furtive gaze. She has become a lush, enigmatic vixen with a dark gaze that shields secrets she seems determined to keep.

  In their intimate war of wills, the heat of bold desire flares into passion—and casts light on a shared past tangled in lies and blackmail. But until Jude can win her trust and learn the truth, there will be no destroying the obstacles that loom darkly between them…and the love that should have been theirs.

  Warning: This title contains a shockingly revealing sapphire gown, highly improper behavior at a masquerade, a tangled web of deception, and perhaps most scandalous of all, a fiery passion that flares to life between a husband and wife who have been estranged since their wedding day.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Rogue Countess:

  Anna gasped again as his fingers continued to follow along the top edge of her gown. He stood close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, yet he only touched her with a light brushing of his fingertips. He wore no gloves, another thing a gentleman would never do. She had noticed with the very first stroke of his fingers that they were not soft and smooth, as they should have been. His touch was slightly callused.

  She discovered she liked the feel of a man’s roughened hands on her skin.

  He moved around behind her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brushed his fingers across the swollen rise of her breasts where they pushed over the top of her bodice. Her skin tingled with masterfully awakened sensitivity in the wake of his caress. He stalked her with his movements and his gentle touch soothed her at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat and she willed herself to remain in control.

  This game wasn’t played through yet. Recalling that he had asked her a question, she sorted through the hazy corners of her mind for the appropriate answer.

  “Would it matter if I had a husband?” Her reply was breathless.

  “No,” he murmured just before he pressed his warm mouth to the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

  Anna had to fist her hands to keep from jumping out of her skin at the sudden sensations wrought on her system. Her nerves hummed and vibrated like the strings of a violin. Her muscles grew heavy and weak as if they had been filled with sand. He pressed another hot kiss to the side of her throat and his palm covered the upper rise of her breast, pressing over the spot where her heart beat fiercely. At the same time, his other hand slid around her waist to pull her back against his chest.

  Impressions of sparkling licks of flame erupted throughout her body as she tried to accustom herself to the feel of his mouth on her bare skin and his arm encircling her middle to hold her so intimately against him. His strength was unexpected, as was his unhurried and practiced mode of seduction. She could never have imagined the way her body reacted to the warmth of his hand covering her breast. She tried to remind herself what this elaborate masquerade was all about. But when he trailed a path of kisses across the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, she had to concentrate to keep her knees from giving way.

  There was too much sensation, too much heat, too much fluttering reaction in her belly. She was grateful for the stiff binding corset, for surely he would have felt the wild quivering of her body beneath the steadying band of his arm.

  “Relax,” he whispered behind her. “Your heart beats like a trapped bird beneath my hand. Do I frighten you?”

  “I do not frighten easily,” Anna replied, though she doubted her words were very convincing.

  “Then I excite you?” he pressed in a low voice.

  “A lady wouldn’t answer such a query,” she replied. The pertness of her words softened with the long audible sigh as he lowered his mouth to kiss the spot below her ear where her pulse beat most fiercely.

  “That’s all right,” Jude murmured, as he slid his hand from her breast up the length of her throat to press under her jaw. His gentle urging eased her head back and to the side. Anna’s eyes drifted closed just as his warm breath chased across her lips. “You already did,” he whispered.

  Then his mouth lowered to claim hers in a burning kiss.

  Oddly, Anna’s first thought was of Leif, and the one time he had stolen a kiss from her. He had been drunk and in a playful mood and had pulled her down into his lap and planted a kiss on her lips before sh
e had even known it was coming. Although he’d apologized afterward, she hadn’t regretted it. It had been short and swift, and Anna remembered being grateful he hadn’t been in a state of mind to use his full arsenal of skills in that kiss. As it was, the experience had been more than pleasant and had left Anna just a bit shaken afterward.

  But even that experience with one of the most practiced and celebrated lovers in England was nothing in comparison to what she felt the instant Jude’s lips touched hers.

  The bright and flashing passion took her by surprise.

  After no more than a second, Jude turned her in his arms and hauled her up against him in a full embrace. He growled quietly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself to the kiss. She had no choice in the matter. Every bit of common sense had fled from her consciousness. She wanted to be closer. She wanted to feel more of his heat, more of the delicious desire pouring from his kiss.

  Her fervent wish was granted as his hand slid into her carefully constructed coiffure to cup the back of her head. He positioned her so the kiss could go deeper. She drew a sharp breath, expanding her lungs and crushing her breasts against his solid chest. His tongue forced entrance and she gasped at the wicked sense of possession. Their tongues mated in a furious dance and she felt as though she may never get enough. The taste of his mouth was an intoxicating combination of fire and need, and the encompassing warmth of his arms secured her to him like a vice from which she had no wish to escape.

  She was drowning, sinking deeply into the overwhelming desire that pulsed through her.

  Wait! This is all wrong, a voice shouted in her head. Alarm speared icily through her body. She’d never intended the deception to go so far. She had underestimated the situation by drastic degrees.

  Unwrapping her arms from around his neck, she pressed her palms against his shoulders and arched away from his kiss.

  “Enough,” she muttered on a ragged gasp.

  “Not nearly,” Jude replied as his mouth fell to the lengthened curve of her throat.

  Chills chased over her skin and she closed her eyes again as she fought the burning temptation to sink back down into the whirlwind of passion. She managed to grasp onto one delicate detail in her mind that reinforced her need to escape.

  He still had no idea who she was.

  “I said enough,” she repeated more forcefully as she shoved free from his hold. She took two stumbling steps back, though it didn’t appear to be necessary as he did not reach for her. His arms dropped to his sides and he eyed her with lust and tension.

  Anna fought to regain her breath and her composure. She met his gaze and his eyes burned bright with the flames of unspent passion. Need pierced her core.

  She was surprised to feel the tears pricking behind her eyes as reality set in.

  She hadn't expected this to be so painful. She thought herself to be well past the feelings of betrayal and disillusionment that had consumed her when she had been young and first married. Her daring little escapade tonight had succeeded beyond her expectations. In case she had harbored any doubt, she now had undeniable proof her husband was as wickedly adulterous as the stories had always claimed. She’d also learned she was not nearly as strong as she thought.

  “I didn't think I could still be so foolish and naïve,” she whispered with a shaky little laugh as she lifted her hands to untie the ribbons of her mask.

  “What the hell are you…?” Jude started, but as she lowered the mask from her face, his question trailed off and his glowering expression deepened.

  She wondered what he was thinking as he stared at her then. Mostly, he looked annoyed and frustrated and still passionately aroused. Anna returned his stare, her chin lifted high, her eyes direct and challenging. She blinked away her threatening tears and recalled all the reasons she had to hate him.

  “What's the matter, Jude?” she asked finally, pleased to find her voice steady and confident. “Nothing to say?”

  “You know me?” he asked stiffly.

  “That depends upon your definition of knowing, my lord,” Anna replied with a harsh twist of her lips.

  Jude narrowed his gaze and his voice took on an almost menacing tone. “I am not a man to find enjoyment in dark pranks or willful subterfuge. It would be best if you disclose your identity and your purpose.”

  “You really haven’t figured it out yet?” Anna asked then, surprised he hadn’t put it all together. “You said earlier that it wouldn’t matter if I were married.” She paused, but he remained silent and waited for her to continue. “What about your wife, my lord? Does she matter?”

  Jude’s expression blackened. “I have no wife.”

  Anna laughed then, a rough and raw sound. “I beg to differ, my lord husband.”

  When this scoundrel abducts an innocent it’s his heart in danger of being stolen.

  Reckless Viscount

  © 2013 Amy Sandas

  London society sees Leif Riley, Viscount Neville, as a reckless charmer of wealthy women. No one sees his silent desperation to restore his impoverished ancestral holdings to their once-formidable glory.

  When he spies a fresh-faced Irish lass at court, something beyond her slim, feminine form and hefty dowry quickens his pulse. Which only makes the truth—that a love match will never be his—too much to bear.

  Pursued across the Irish Sea by a secret that could shatter her dream of a loving husband and children to cherish, Abbigael Granger has no time for handsome rakes. Yet she can’t deny how Leif’s stolen kiss illuminates her innocent body.

  Awakening from a despair-driven binge, Leif is horrified to find that his impulsive abduction of Abbigael was no drunken dream. Yet while Abbigael discovers there are certain pleasures to be found in a rake’s marriage bed, Leif wonders if he can ever leave his scandalous past far enough behind to be the man of her dreams. Or if he deserves the heart she offers.

  Warning: Contains a sexy Viscount skilled in the twin arts of lovemaking and seduction, a fair Irish innocent desperate to break free from the misery of her past and rumors of madness. A hasty abduction involving silk stockings, a skull-splitting hangover, and a roadside inn interlude could steal your breath.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Reckless Viscount:

  Not one to sit idle and wait for what he wanted, he broke the silence of the room. “Are they saying anything interesting?”

  Even spoken quietly his words had a dramatic effect on the young woman. She gave a sharp, startled gasp and spun around to face him, pressing her back flat against the door she had just had her ear to. Her eyes were wide with alarm and she drew a swift breath that appeared to get caught in her lungs.

  She was not a beauty by any means. At least not in comparison to the stylish ladies currently gracing the drawing rooms of London. Her forehead was a touch too high, but her arching brows, pert little nose and the soft bow of her mouth lent her an other-worldly attractiveness. There was even a constellation of pale freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and the crests of her fine cheekbones.

  No, not a collection of features that would bring her acclaim as a great beauty, but there might be some who managed to see past the oddness of the delicate details to appreciate their uniqueness.

  The eyes, he realized belatedly, were easily the most unusual of her features. A green so pale and bright they seemed to be lit from within. They reminded him of the sea on those rare days when the brightness of the sun washed away the darker blues, leaving behind a crystal purity unmatched by even the most precious gems.

  Uncomfortable with the poetic bend of his thoughts, Leif allowed his gaze to dip below her neckline. Just long enough to note that if he’d had a champagne glass, he could have proven that her breasts had the potential to rival the perfection of Marie Antoinette’s iconic bosom.

  He broadened his smile into a roguish grin and was pleased to see her sea-foam gaze flicker in reaction. Enjoying the stunned look on her interesting face, he decided to see how far he could push the encounter.
He gestured toward the door behind her with a sharp nod of his head and repeated his question.

  “Anything interesting?”

  She opened her lovely mouth as if to speak. When no sound came out, she closed it, took a deep breath and tried again. This time when there was no sound, she clamped her lips shut and eyed him warily. A subtle crease found its place between her brows.

  The women of Leif’s acquaintance would not be caught dead displaying such an artless combination of embarrassment and helpless pride.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to call you out for misbehaving. I happen to appreciate bad behavior.” He smiled at her guarded expression. “Especially in fair ladies.”

  “No,” she interjected abruptly. Her cheeks blushed a bright pink, and instead of detracting from her appearance, it made her more endearing. “You do not understand. It’s not…it is not what it looks like.”

  There was a thread of emotional strain in her voice. Strain and the delightful lilt of an Irish brogue that unfurled in a lovely cadence.

  He felt an urge to put her at ease, but he was not the comforting sort.

  He cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. “You weren’t listening intently at that door just a moment ago?”

  The woman’s stiff spine slumped just a touch before she straightened again. She waved a slim-fingered hand toward the door at her back with a graceful turn of her elbow.

  “Well, obviously I was listening, but it was with no malicious intent, I swear it.”

  “You were drawn in by irresistible curiosity, then?” he teased.

  The woman licked her lips and her pale-green eyes slid to the side as she tried to find a way to answer him without incriminating herself any further.

  “They must be talking about me again.” He offered with a swaggering grin that usually made women twitter with captivated interest. “You can admit it. I am a fascinating subject. But whatever they are saying, it is only half true. The more scandalous half, they know absolutely nothing about.”