Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night by Stacy Reid
About the book:
Georgiana Rutherford, the Duchess of
Hardcastle, seemingly has it all—wealth, pedigree, and the admiration of
the ton, except her heart hungers for a passionate affair. She
meets the enigmatic and ruthless Mr. Rhys Tremayne, a man known to low and high
society as the Broker. The attraction between them is impossible to
deny, but she cannot be feeling it for this man.
Rhys Tremayne has built his wealth and empire by dealing secrets on the black market of the London underworld. He is determined to take his sisters away from the depraved world they’ve known their entire lives, and the duchess is the perfect woman to help sponsor his sisters into society. The only problem is that he wants more from Georgiana, even if the social divide between them ensures she can only ever be his lover in secret.
Rhys Tremayne has built his wealth and empire by dealing secrets on the black market of the London underworld. He is determined to take his sisters away from the depraved world they’ve known their entire lives, and the duchess is the perfect woman to help sponsor his sisters into society. The only problem is that he wants more from Georgiana, even if the social divide between them ensures she can only ever be his lover in secret.
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Excerpt:
They
entered the library, her heart doing strange things inside her chest when he
closed the door with a soft snick.
There was a fire burning low in the grate, and the library was cast in more
shadow than light. After pouring what appeared to be brandy in two glasses, he
prowled over and offered one to her.
“Thank
you.”
There
really ought to be more space between them. The fall of the skirts of her gown
brushed against his leg. They stood like that, sipping their drinks, and she
almost giggled at how odd it all seemed. Finally, his lips curved into a smile
as if he picked up on her amusement and how ridiculous it was that they were
standing in the center of the room, standing so inappropriately close, sipping
brandies, and simply staring at each other.
“You have
an inviting mouth.”
Incredibly,
a smile tugged at her lips before she could stifle it. “I don’t believe I’ve ever
heard that particular compliment before.”
His gaze
dropped to her lips for an infinite number of seconds. With a grimace, he
stepped back and downed the content of his glass in one swallow. “I’m beginning
to think this impulsive tête-à-tête was foolhardy.”
“And why
is that, Mr. Tremayne?” she asked, absurdly pleased with her nonchalance.
“Because I
want to taste you quite desperately, and I am not the desperate sort.”
Arousal
shivered through her with surprising intensity. A kiss. So simple but so frightfully complicated because he was the
wrong man. It’s just a kiss, Georgiana.
The notion was mad. It was fanciful, and unbearably tempting.
“I see,”
she said softly, unsure if he attempted to kiss her whether she would stop him.
Georgiana waited, feeling a bit silly when he did nothing. There was a cool
smile to his lips, almost mocking in its effect, and she narrowed her eyes. She
had the uncomfortable impression that he knew precisely what she was thinking.
“I believe
it is time for me to be alone, Mr. Tremayne,” she said and strolled to the
windows and pulled the drapes open wider. The sky glowed with stars, and she
glided a fingertip across the cool glass pane. How she wished to be outside,
lying on the freshly mown grass, staring into the beautiful abyss. Or…how she
wished he had been improper and kissed her. Or perhaps she should have offered
her lips to him.
It took a
few seconds for her to realize she’d not heard the close of the library door
signaling his departure. Before she could turn, she sensed that he’d moved
nearer. A peculiar longing seized Georgiana, and she stilled. Then she felt
him, at once a comforting heat but an intimidating presence. If she were to
lean back only an inch, surely her back would be flush along his chest.
He did not
speak, and she accepted the silence that wrapped itself around them.
“I’m going to touch you.”
About the author
Stacy is an avid reader of novels with a deep
passion for writing. She especially loves romance and adores writing about
people falling in love. Stacy lives a lot in the worlds she creates and
actively speaks to her characters (out loud). She has a warrior way, never give
up on her dreams. When Stacy is not writing, she spends a copious amount of
time drooling over Rick Grimes from Walking Dead, watching Japanese anime and
playing video games with her love, Dusean Nelson.
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