Emma Costello owed a debt of honor to one of the most dishonorable lords in the realm. The infamous Lord Ragsdale was as rich as sin, as sinful as he was rich, and as heartless as he was handsome.But he had saved Emma from a fate worse than death when he stopped a lecherous brute from buying her as an indentured servant. It was Emma's turn now to save Lord Ragsdale from his wicked ways. She had to find a way to stop his drinking, his gaming, his wild revelry. She had to make him break with is mistress, the superbly sensual Fae Moulle. She had to make him a suitable suitor for the ideal wife that the prim and proper Lady Clarissa Partridge would be.
And above all, she had to keep his lustful eye from lingering too long on herself- even as she struggled to keep her own growing desire from undoing all her hard work in the unmaking of this irresistible rake...
Why am I doing this? Emma thought as Lord Ragsdale's arms went around her and held her close. He was incredibly easy to kiss, and once begun, difficult to leave off.Her hands went to his hair then. She had always admired his thick hair, and she wondered if it felt as good as it looked. It did, to her gratification, and to his pleasure obviously, because he sighed and continued kissing her.
We simply must stop this kiss, she thought, and then didn't think anymore, finding herself more occupied with the rapidity of her heartbeat and the pleasant feel of him. I am being kissed by an expert, she thought.
Reforming so resourceful and unrepentant a rake as Lord Ragsdale was going to be devilishly difficult for Emma- especially when it would be so sweet and simple to be seduced by him...