The Temptation of Your Touch (Burke Brothers, Book 2)

By Teresa Medeiros

"**A new captivating ancient romance from a “superb storyteller” (*Booklist*) and *New York instances* bestselling writer that includes a good-looking, brooding Earl who reveals himself attracted to his prim and correct housekeeper.****

Maximillian Burke has continuously prided himself on being the guy each mom would wish her daughter to marry. yet after his scoundrel of a brother makes off with Max’s bride, Max discovers it’s extra pleasant to be a rogue than the proper gentleman. pressured to escape London after a duel long gone mistaken, he seeks shelter at Cadgwyck Manor at the lonely coast of Cornwall, a spot as wild and savage as his present mood. The tumbledown manor comes whole with its personal ghost, yet oddly sufficient, it’s now not the White woman of Cadgwyck who haunts Max’s heated dreams—but his no-nonsense housekeeper.

The last item housekeeper Anne Spencer wishes is a brand new grasp, specially one as brooding and beautiful because the Earl of Dravenwood. while she schemes to be rid of her new supplier, she unearths herself irresistibly drawn into his robust, muscular fingers. while Max vows to unravel the secret of Cadgwyck’s ghost, he doesn’t comprehend it will positioned either one of their hearts in danger and tempt them to give up to a excitement as scrumptious because it is dangerous.
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He’d been too busy mooning over Angelica’s winsome face to pay any heed to the signature scrawled within the nook of the canvas. So this used to be the fellow whose merest contact had set her middle to “beating just like the wings of a captive chicken” in her breast. Max’s eyes narrowed. He used to be definitely no stranger to the gnawing pangs of jealousy; he simply hadn’t anticipated to undergo them over a lady who had died a decade in the past. Committing the artist’s identify to reminiscence, he straightened. Now that he’d learn Angelica’s diary, he used to be much more concerned with what precisely had occurred at the evening the portrait was once unveiled.

Either girls all started, then exchanged a in charge look. “Why, Mrs. Spencer, we didn’t see you there! ” “No, I assemble you didn’t. ” Anne mounted the laundress with an icy stare. “Mrs. Beedle, I anticipate we’ll be seeing you on the manor subsequent week? ” The laundress gave her a lukewarm smile. “Aye, Mrs. Spencer. I’ll be there. ” Leaving them with a funky nod, Anne persevered on her means, feeling their eyes keep on with her the entire option to the tip of the road. “MY LORD? ” ANNE TENTATIVELY poked her head round the door body of the library later that afternoon to discover her agency reclining in a leather-based wing chair, his lengthy, lean legs of their skintight trousers propped on an ottoman and crossed on the ankles.

He lifted one wide shoulder in an detached shrug. “We’re all haunted in a single means or one other, are we now not? If no longer via spirits, then by way of our personal demons and regrets. ” “Are you talking from event, my lord? ” Anne couldn't face up to asking. the nippiness back to his eyes, giving them a frosty glint. “What i'm doing, Mrs. Spencer, is conversing out of flip. If the neighborhood villagers refuse to serve at Cadgwyck Manor, the place did you discover the workers you may have? akin to they are,” he extra, eyeing the chandelier, which seemed to be in impending hazard of collapsing underneath the burden of the cobwebs drifting from its spindly palms.

As he swung round the nook, his fingers shot out to grab no matter what they discovered in entrance of him. He was once half-expecting them to shut on empty air. Which was once why it was once any such surprise to his senses while the package he hauled opposed to his chest became out to be hot, delicate, and ever so human. As his captive squirmed opposed to him, panting with frustration, it wasn’t the haunting odor of jasmine that tickled his nostril yet one other aroma—one that made his abdominal clench with starvation and reminded him simply how bland his supper of overcooked pork and underdone potatoes have been.

What within the satan do you're thinking that you’re doing? ” bankruptcy Eighteen FOR AN ELUSIVE second, Lord Dravenwood seemed so accountable Anne proposal he used to be going to tuck Angelica’s magazine in the back of his again like a schoolboy stuck perusing a ebook of naughty etchings. ahead of she may perhaps totally savour simply how oddly beguiling that used to be, the expression vanished, leaving his eyes hooded and his face as inscrutable as continuously. He was once the very last thing she had anticipated to discover whilst she’d climbed the steps to the tower. not one of the former masters were daring sufficient to beard the White girl in her lair.

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