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Blurb
Daughter of an infamous murderer, Ivy Wollard now wields knives
instead of needlepoint to survive in a society where no one wants her. When the
Marquess of Blackbourne comes along and ruins her chance at a better life, she
decides she’d rather have her toes eaten by eels than agree to his proposed
scheme. There’s no way her surrender has anything to do with the mesmerizing
angle of his jawline or the wicked twinkle in his eyes.
But Asher Blackbourne has a secret. He knows it’s just a matter of
time until he goes mad and loses his illustrious title, so when Ivy falls into
his path, he realizes he could use her to keep his house of cards from falling
down. If every illicit touch between them doesn’t drive him mad first, that is.
Yet Ivy cannot escape her grisly legacy and the dark desires of
her father’s admirers. What if violence runs through her veins, and no one who
gets close is safe? Mayhem will descend as this rake finally falls for the
enigmatic woman who might be just his brand of poison…Er, cure, of course.
Excerpt
Blackbourne came towards the
clawfoot tub, running a finger along the porcelain edge.
Ivy shrank back instinctively into
the steam.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, love. I
won’t bite,” he drawled, and then paused. “Yet.”
She inhaled as his eyes flashed
promises of things she wasn’t sure she understood.
“Your bathwater is quite thoroughly
unrevealing with all those suds. What a pity.” He sighed, pulling the nearby
chair closer to the tub and lowering himself down into it. “Will you wash your
hair for me?”
Ivy blinked “Right now?” she choked,
reaching up to pat her hair, which she’d styled in a high chignon.
He nodded, his posture relaxed, although
Ivy knew this to be deceptive. He was waiting to hear her answer with taut
focus. When she didn’t move a muscle, Blackbourne interrupted her tumultuous
thoughts with a soft suggestion. “Let me help you.”
The words reached out to her with
tendrils that wrapped her consciousness in a sensual fog, causing the hair on
her nape to rise. This was not done, she knew. A proper lady would never allow
a gentleman to touch her hair, much less while she bathed. But what about any
of their arrangement was proper in the first place? Who would even know?
Besides him.
So she reached up slowly so as not
to disturb the water covering her chest and drew the stickpin from her hair,
letting its length fall in a heavy coil down her back.
His sharp intake of breath echoed in
the tiled chamber.
Was that a good thing? Ivy’s body
trembled as she watched him rise and come towards her through the steam…
Author bio and links
Win
Hollows is a multi-award-winning romance fiction writer who still believes that
love conquers all. She currently lives in Colorado with her own real-life hero
and their three fur babies. Her passion is writing stories about love and
intrigue and will continue to do so as long as characters keep having
conversations in her head. Hollows’ other interests include traveling to places
with delicious food and languages she can’t speak, having wilderness
adventures, and, of course, reading! She loves connecting with readers and fans
on Facebook, Instagram, and through her website.
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