It
takes two to make a scandal…
THE SCANDAL OF IT ALL
The Rogue Files #2
Sophie Jordan
Releasing July 25, 2017
Avon Books
It
takes two to make a scandal…
What kind of woman ventures into London’s most notorious pleasure club? An outsider like Graciela, the Duchess of Autenberry, snubbed time and time again by society because of her Spanish roots. Ela longs to take a lover for a single, wild night, and within the walls of Sodom there are gentlemen to suit every forbidden taste. If only she were not so drawn to the smoldering Lord Strickland…a dangerous man who sees beyond her mask, and could ruin her reputation with a mere whisper.
Lord Strickland never permitted himself to fantasize about the sultry, off-limits lady, but then he never expected to find Ela in a place so wicked, looking for what he’s more than too happy to give. She may not be to the ton’s taste, but she suits him perfectly. First, however, he must convince her to trust in this dangerous desire—and in the promise of forever unleashed by one wild, scandalous night.
What kind of woman ventures into London’s most notorious pleasure club? An outsider like Graciela, the Duchess of Autenberry, snubbed time and time again by society because of her Spanish roots. Ela longs to take a lover for a single, wild night, and within the walls of Sodom there are gentlemen to suit every forbidden taste. If only she were not so drawn to the smoldering Lord Strickland…a dangerous man who sees beyond her mask, and could ruin her reputation with a mere whisper.
Lord Strickland never permitted himself to fantasize about the sultry, off-limits lady, but then he never expected to find Ela in a place so wicked, looking for what he’s more than too happy to give. She may not be to the ton’s taste, but she suits him perfectly. First, however, he must convince her to trust in this dangerous desire—and in the promise of forever unleashed by one wild, scandalous night.
Excerpt
“This
is no place for you.”
She
bristled. She imagined he would not say the same thing to a man her age. Was she
so very old and
matronly that
he did not think she had any right to be here?
Undoubtedly
he consigned her to a certain category in his mind. A certain sexless
category tantamount to nuns and
grandmothers.
“I’ve
every right to be here—”
“Oh,
do you? Well, if you feel so very entitled to be here, then by all means, step
out into that corridor and greet your stepson.”
His
words struck her like a slap.
He
moved away from the door, grasped the latch and started to pull it open.
She
squeaked and threw herself against him, flattening him into the door and
shutting it again with a swift thud.
“No!
Don’t do that.” Her breath escaped in hard pants that got lost somewhere in the
vicinity of his chest. That’s how tall he was. Her nose was directly level with
his throat. Even in the shadows she could detect the thrumming pulse at his
throat. Taller than average herself, she had always appreciated a tall man.
Her
gaze flicked up to his eyes. He watched her, holding himself utterly still.
Against her. Bodies flush. Hearts beating in cadence.
It
was unnerving to say the least . . . and yet for the life of her she couldn’t
step back and peel herself off him. She couldn’t stop staring into those pale
gray-blue eyes that looked at her with angry emotion—another first. He’d always
been so polite and proper with her. A perfectly circumspect gentleman.
His
fierce expression and intense eyes mesmerized her. She moistened her lips and
his gaze followed the movement. The blue of his eyes seemed to darken a
shade—or maybe it was simply the dim lighting of the room? His stare dropped
even lower.
A
quick glance down reminded her of the indecent cut of her gown. Pressed against
him like this, the tops of her breasts swelled above the neckline. She felt the
heat of her blush start in her face and then watched as red crept downward over
her dusky mounds.
Involuntarily,
her nipples pebbled inside her corset.
She
gasped. Even though he couldn’t know and he couldn’t possibly feel her body’s
betrayal
(with
him of all men!), she lurched back.
Now,
with a few feet of space between them, their gazes locked for an interminable
moment. Her heart beat harder and faster in her too-tight chest. A chest that
only seconds ago pressed intimately against him. Her nipples still throbbed, as
though she still felt the pressure of his body against her.
At
the thought of his body, she raked him with a quick glance, imagining that hard
body of his . . . the pressure of it covering her—She reined in her scandalous
imagination with a firm yank.
The
heat scoring her cheeks burned hotter. She inhaled. It was simply being here,
in this house of iniquity, that made her think such wholly unacceptable
thoughts. About Lord Strickland, of all people. He was her stepson’s best
friend—a longtime family friend. Even if he weren’t too young for her (and he
was!), he was absolutely inappropriate as a candidate for dalliances.
It
was not only unseemly . . . It was perverse of her to even entertain such
notions. He would likely be horrified if he knew.
Sophie
Jordan grew
up in the Texas hill country where she wove fantasies of dragons, warriors, and
princesses. A former high school English teacher, she’s the New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling author of more than twenty
novels. She now lives in Houston with her family. When she’s not writing, she
spends her time overloading on caffeine (lattes preferred), talking plotlines
with anyone who will listen (including her kids), and cramming her DVR with
anything that has a happily ever after. You can visit her website for more information.
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Thank you so much for featuring THE SCANDAL OF IT ALL
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