The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters #2) - Amalie Howard Page 0,118
promise.”
His mouth found hers, and her fate was sealed. Once that man kissed her, she became his willing marionette, his to do with as he pleased. Winter’s clever tongue claimed hers urgently, leaving her breathless and wanting. Still kissing her, he scooped her up and walked briskly down a narrow corridor.
“Where are we going?” she mumbled against his lips.
“Somewhere private,” he said, dragging his mouth down the column of her throat, biting down and then soothing the sting with gentle licks. Isobel moaned, his mouth returning to drown out the sound before they could be heard.
Somewhere private turned out to be a small room that looked like it had belonged to a governess at some time. Neither of them cared by that point. The room was empty but for a rack that looked like a curious combination between a spinning wheel and a clothes press that stood at one end. Winter directed her to the strange object and spun her to face it.
“Hold the wheel and don’t move,” he whispered in her air. “And swallow those screams.”
Desire unspooled through her at the needy rasp of his command. Her trembling arms reached up and held on for dear life as he lifted her skirts and positioned himself behind her. The air kissed her bare buttocks when one foot edged her ankles wider, her frame forming an X.
“Winter…” she moaned, her body ready and weeping for him.
Without a word, he entered her in one slick thrust, filling her, his hands covering her mouth so her groans would not be heard. She was completely blanketed by him from head to toe, and she loved every domineering second of it. It didn’t take long for either of them to reach their peaks—hers following quickly on the heels of his.
“Winter, we’re going to have another baby,” she blurted.
He kissed her neck and loosened her numb fingers, twisting her around to face him. “I know.”
“You know?”
His eyes dropped to her swelling décolletage. “I kiss these beauties every night. You don’t think I’d notice when a handful turns into two?”
“Are you…pleased?”
“Deliriously, my love.” He grinned and kissed her. “Only five more to go.”
When their clothes had been put to rights, they crept back downstairs to the wedding breakfast with no one the wiser. No one except Astrid, whose brows were in her hairline when she caught sight of them; Clarissa, who started giggling uncontrollably; Oliver, who spared them a disparaging look; Kendrick, who chose to discreetly look away; and Beswick, whose face showed no emotion whatsoever, but that knowing glint in his eyes said it all.
“No one knows,” Winter whispered down to her.
“Our entire family knows, you wicked man!”
Her dashing rogue of a husband gave an unapologetic grin. “Tell me then, love, what would Lady Darcy do?”
Lady Darcy would smirk, throw her shoulders back, and own it.
Isobel Helena Vance decided to do just that.
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Acknowledgments
First, I owe a tremendous thank-you to my brilliant editors, Heather Howland, Liz Pelletier, and Lydia Sharp. This time, it’s Team HALL for the win! Honestly, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for this book. To the fantastic production, design, quality assurance, and publicity teams at Amara, with special thanks to Stacy Abrams, Curtis Svehlak, Holly Bryant-Simpson, Riki Cleveland, Heather Riccio, Katie Clapsadl, Jessica Turner, Bree Archer, and Erin Dameron-Hill, thank you for all your hard work. To my agent, Thao Le, I can’t thank you enough for being in my corner every step of the way. To my friends and fellow writers who saw me through an incredibly challenging year—Katie McGarry, Wendy Higgins, Cindi Madsen, Damaris Doll, Vonetta Young, Kerrigan Byrne, Brigid Kemmerer, Ausma Khan, Angie Frazier, Lisa Brown Roberts, Jenna Lincoln, Alyssa Day, Jodi Picoult, Jen Fisher, Stacy Reid, Heather McCollum, and my fearless golden girls: Aliza Mann, Sienna Snow, Sage Spelling, MK Schiller, and Shaila Patel—thank you for everything. To all my loyal readers, forever friends, family, fans, bloggers, booksellers, and librarians who spread the word about my books and humble me with your unwavering support, I have so much gratitude and appreciation for you. Thanks, Mom, you’ve always got my back! Finally, to the lights of my life—Cameron, Connor, Noah, and Olivia—I couldn’t do this without you. Love you.
About the Author
Amalie Howard is the bestselling author of The Beast of Beswick, one of O, The Oprah Magazine’s 24 Best to Read, and the coauthor of the #1 bestsellers in regency romance and Scottish historical romance, My Rogue, My Ruin and What A Scot Wants. She has also penned several award-winning young adult novels, critically acclaimed by Kirkus, Publishers Weekly, VOYA, School Library Journal, and Booklist. Of Indo-Caribbean descent, she has written articles on multicultural fiction for The Portland Book Review and Ravishly magazine. She currently lives in Colorado with her husband and three children. Visit her at amaliehoward.com.
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