The Rake and the Rebel
Chapter One
"Get dressed and make ready to leave this fleapit."
The tall, dark-haired gentleman had spoken dispassionately while surveying rumpled sheets and
entangled limbs shocked to paralysis. A thin smile barely lifted one corner of his mouth as he
turned on his heel with every intention of quitting the bedchamber. The room was housed in a
tavern that was situated an annoying distance from London along the Great North Road. The
brunette woman had received the brunt of his flint-eyed contempt. Now she extricated herself
from the covers, and her blond lover, and flung herself upright in bed.
"You're so righteous it makes me sick! You've had more women than I could count, yet you would
deny me a little fun! How dare you look at me as though I'm less than dirt beneath your shoe?"
The interloper had stopped and was now lounging against the door through which he had
moments before inconspicuously entered the room. He raised his eyes from contemplation of his
nails and an indolent look lingered on white breasts swelling at him with each ragged, indignant
breath she gulped. The woman pre ... read full excerpt from The Rake and the Rebel ebook
