A Wild Pursuit

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Harper Collins, 24. 2. 2004 - 416 strán (strany)

It is whispered behind the fans of London's dowagers and in the corners of fashionable ballrooms that scandal follows willfully wild Lady Beatrix Lennox wherever she goes.

Three years before, the debutante created a sensation by being found in a distinctly compromising position. Now, the ton has branded her as unmarriageable, her family has called her a vixen, and Beatrix sees no reason not to go after what -- and who -- she wishes.

And she wants Stephen Fairfax-Lacy, the handsome Earl of Spade. Beatrix, with her brazen suggestions and irresistibly sensuous allure, couldn't be more different from the earl's ideal future bride. Yet Beatrix brings out a wildness in the earl he has tried to deny far too long. Still, he's not about to play love's game by Lady Beatrix's rules. She may be used to being on top in affairs of the heart, but that will soon change.

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Strana 399 - Married Leon Cribs; she works for me now." Well, Penny hadn't sent them and signed his name without his knowledge. "Thank Penny for me." "Don't make it a big deal." She knew how much Steven had once meant to him. "Don't pretend you don't care that he's gone." He raised a dark brow. "You forget I tried to kill him." "You wouldn't have killed him, Jack." "No, you're right. I guess you just weren't worth it" The conversation was headed in the wrong direction, and she had to turn it around. "Don't be...
Strana 130 - That now cannot abide his sutors sight. 0 would to God, so I might have my fee, My lips were honey, and thy mouth a bee ! Then shouldst thou sucke my sweete and my faire flower, That now is ripe and full of honey-berries...
Strana 90 - You play a part you needn't," he said, eyes fixed on hers. "You are young and beautiful, Beatrix. You should marry and have children." "I think not." "Why?" "You simply want to make me like everyone else," she said sharply. "I like wearing macquillage. I would rather not look like myself, as you put it. And I find it incalculably difficult to imagine myself sitting by the fire wearing a lace cap and chattering about my brood of children.
Strana 288 - I might have my fee, My lips were honey, and thy mouth a bee ! Then shouldst thou sucke my sweete and my faire flower, That now is ripe and full of honey-berries; Then would I leade thee to my pleasant bower...
Strana 89 - ... mouth to say something but at that moment he apparently decided he had tormented her enough and his mouth closed over hers. She could no more fight that masculine strength than she could rise to her feet. He didn't coax this time; he took, and she gave. And it wasn't like all the other times, when she tolerated a moment or two of this kind of kissing. The Puritan's kiss was dark and sweet and savage all at once. It sent quivers through her legs and made her strain to be closer. His hands moved...
Strana 91 - Actually, I am," he said deliberately. "But I have little interest in one so ... practiced." Bea got to her feet, shaking out her skirts. Then she bent over and picked up her mangled spencer, shaking it out and folding it over her arm, taking a moment to make absolutely certain that her face wouldn't reveal even for a second what she felt. Then she looked him straight in the face. "That was cruel, and quite shabby, Mr. Fairfax-Lacy. I would not have expected it of you.
Strana 88 - ... but then somehow, insidiously, she lost her train of thought. He was kissing her so sweetly, as if she were the merest babe in arms. He didn't even seem to wish to push his tongue into her mouth. Instead he rubbed his lips against hers, danced on her mouth, his hands cupping her head so sweetly that she almost shivered. She quite liked this. Oh, she felt his tongue. It sung on her lips, patient and tasting like raspberries. Without thinking her own tongue tangled with his for a second. Then she...

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Eloisa James is the author of twenty award-winning romances. She’s also a professor of English literature, teaching in New York City, where she lives with her family. With two jobs, two cats, two children, and only one husband, she spends most of her time making lists of things to do—letters from readers are a great escape!

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