Her Bad Boy Romeo

I looked up at him slowly and took in a deep breath. "You don't want to get involved with me." I warned him. "It's dangerous." His eyes twinkled with amusement at my words and he leaned in a bit closer. "And who said I'm not?"

His Infuriating Bride

"I am telling you, Lord Lancaster. I am not a tramp!" Clutching the ivory sheet meagerly hiding her bare torso as tightly as her clumsy hands would allow, Griselda Amelie Brown bestowed her notorious glare to the preposterous man lounging indolently on the rich, leather chair. Her chair. Her fury turned into pure rag...