His Wicked Secret

Good Lord, Audrey, you’d bloody well better be worth all this.
But he knew she was. She was worth paying any price.

Jonathan set the crumpled paper down on the table, smoothing out the pages as he thought back over every encounter he’d ever had with Audrey. From that first kiss in her bedchamber last Christmas to this afternoon in the brothel when she’d come apart in his arms as he touched her intimately for the first time. She had been angry, hurt, and cold afterward, but in those first moments as he’d taught her pleasure, he’d seen the girl who had looked at him with stars in her eyes.

Whatever you want, my heart, you shall have, if I can only convince you to say yes.

One minute she was purring in his arms like a kitten, and the next she was spitting mad and leaving him feeling the deep gashes of her verbal claws.

Miss Audrey Sheridan, the youngest sister of his friend Cedric, Viscount Sheridan.