Her name is Bonde, Jane Bonde…
A beautiful and eligible member of the ton, Jane has more than a few secrets: she’s one of the Crown’s most elite agents. She may be deadly, but she doesn’t know a thing about fashion, flirtation, or love…until Dominic Griffyn shakes up her carefully stirred world and asks her to be his bride. He’s exactly the kind of man she’s not looking for. And he’s dangerous, because falling into his arms is so much more satisfying than saving England from her enemies.
He’s an improper gentleman who needs a wife…
Talk, dark, and tortured, Dominic Griffyn is haunted by demons from his past. When his stepfather insists that he marry, Dominic allows himself to hope that the beautiful but mysterious Miss Bonde might help him forget his troubles. As they grow closer, it’s clear that there’s more to Jane than danger. She might be just what his neglected heart needs.
Shana Galen is the bestselling author of fast-paced adventurous Regency historicals. She taught English at the middle and high school level off and on for eleven years. Most of those years were spent working in Houston’s inner city. Now she writes full-time. She lives in Houston, Texas .
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She clenched her hands into fists. “Mr. Griffyn, there is a private matter I wish to discuss with the viscount. If you would be so kind—”
He grabbed her wrist and unfolded her fingers. “No, I am not kind. No one has ever accused me of that vice, and I won’t begin now.”
“Let go of my hand.”
“You’ll only clench it again. You, Miss Bonde, are hiding something.”
“So says the man who was lurking in a church cemetery.”
He allowed that to pass without a reference to glass houses and stones, which he thought showed a rather formidable amount of forbearance. “You intrigue me, Miss Bonde. Much more so tonight than when we first met.”
She gave a disbelieving snort. “And so you accost every woman who does not intrigue you?”
“Are you referring to the incident in the hedgerows?” he asked.
“You know I am.”
“In that case, need I remind you that you kissed me?”
“No, I did not.”
“You quite lost yourself in my arms.”
“I most certainly did not!” Her eyes, so darkly blue they were almost violet, flashed with anger.
“Must I show you again?” He tugged on the hand he still held, pulling her closer. Damn. He was going to kiss her again. All of this kissing would wreak havoc on his reputation as a heartless seducer.
“You wouldn’t.” She was flush against him now. “Do not dare!”
That sealed her fate. He pressed his mouth to hers, merely intending to give her a taste of what they’d shared the other night. And perhaps he intended to remind himself as well. He hadn’t quite forgotten the first taste of her. He did not think he ever would. She’d pressed her lips firmly together, and he brushed his own against them until he felt hers soften. She exhaled, a tiny puff of air that feathered against his lips. He clenched her hand more tightly and wrapped his other arm around her back, holding her in place. Holding her against him. He could feel her body trembling now as he used his tongue to tease her lips open.
He could have explored her lips for hours, perhaps days. She had perfect lips—moist, plump, and warm. He licked her lower lip then took the ripe flesh gently between his teeth. One of her hands came up to grasp his coat. He thought she might push him away, but instead she moved the wool coat aside and spread her hands on his chest, only the thin, finely made linen separating their flesh. He moved quickly, clenching her hand and removing it from his body. He held it trapped at her side. If this were to continue, he would have to explain the rules to her.