Two Weeks With a Stranger

Chapter One

How female mystery lures the mind of man
And shatters logic as no other can . . .

The journals of Simon, Lord Devingham, on the subject of women

London
Two months later

Simon fingered the pale pink, scented stationery. The elaborate script of Isabella's latest note flirted with him as seductively as the lady herself. If all went well at Creston's ball this evening, he might well be on his way to uncovering the signorina's most intimate secrets.

If all went well.

He tossed the letter on the desk with a snap of his wrist, then leaned back in his chair, folded his hands over his abdomen, and studied the feminine scrap of paper with a frown. Isabella Montelucci was a woman coveted by most men. The dark-haired, dark-eyed temptress moved with a sensuality that naturally drew the male eye. She was an accomplished coquette with a husky voice that hinted of unspoken pleasures, and her seductive laugh caught the attention of every man within hearing distance.

She was female sexuality personified, a ... read full excerpt from Two Weeks With a Stranger ebook