Title: THE WALLFLOWER WAGER
Author: Tessa Dare
ISBN: 9780062672162
Price: $7.99
On-Sale Date: 8/13/19
They call him the
Duke of Ruin.
To an undaunted
wallflower, he's just the beast next door.
Wealthy and ruthless, Gabriel Duke clawed his way from the
lowliest slums to the pinnacle of high society—and now he wants to get
even.
Loyal and passionate, Lady Penelope Campion never met a lost
or wounded creature she wouldn’t take into her home and her heart.
When her imposing—and attractive—new neighbor demands she
clear out the rescued animals, Penny sets him a challenge. She will part with her precious
charges, if he can find
them loving homes.
Done, Gabriel says. How hard can it be to find homes for a
few kittens?
And a two-legged dog.
And a foul-mouthed parrot.
And a goat, an otter, a hedgehog . . .
Easier said than done, for a cold-blooded bastard who
wouldn’t know a loving home from a workhouse. Soon he’s covered in cat hair,
knee-deep in adorable, and bewitched by a shyly pretty spinster who defies his
every attempt to resist. Now she’s set her mind and heart on saving him.
Not if he ruins her first.
Author Bio:
Tessa Dare is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of
more than twenty historical romances. Her books have won numerous
accolades, including Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA® award
(twice) and the RT Book Reviews Seal
of Excellence. Booklist magazine
named her one of the “new stars of historical romance,” and her books have
been contracted for translation in more than a dozen languages.
A librarian by training and a booklover at heart, Tessa
makes her home in Southern California, where she lives with her husband, their
two children, and a trio of cosmic kitties.
Excerpt:
She circled back, standing before him. “There
now. Better?”
He gave a reluctant nod.
“Can you move your arm in all directions?”
He rolled his shoulder to prove it. “Yes.”
“What about your grip?
“My grip is strong.”
“Perhaps I should wrap the arm in a sling.”
“I do not need a sling.”
“Wait here. I’ll dash upstairs to fetch some
linen and—”
“For the love of God, woman. My shoulder is
fine.” He took her by the waist and lifted her straight off the floor, until
they were eye to eye. “There. Believe me now?”
She nodded, wide-eyed.
“Good.”
In his hands, she was delicate, breakable. Her
hair was a golden treasure he should never, ever touch. And oh, how he
hungered for those soft, pink lips.
The familiar voice echoed in his ears.
Don’t
touch, boy. She’s not for the likes of you.
Put.
Her. Down.
But before Gabe could lower those beribboned
pink slippers to the floor, she captured his sooty, sweaty face in her hands—
And kissed him on the lips.
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