A Loving Scoundrel
Chapter One
Jeremy Malory had been in some unsavory taverns
before, but this one was likely the worst of the
lot. Not surprising, since it was located on the
edge of what was quite possibly the worst of
London's slums, a neighborhood given over to
thieves and cut-throats, prostitutes and wild
packs of urchin orphans who were no doubt being
groomed into London's next generation of
criminals.
He didn't actually dare to enter the heart of
that area. To do so would probably be the last
his family would ever see of him. But this
tavern, on the very edge of that den of thieves,
was there for the unsuspecting to stumble upon,
have a few drinks, and get their pockets picked,
or if they were stupid enough to let a room
there for the night, to get completely robbed,
clothes and all.
Jeremy had paid for a room. Not only that, he'd ... read full excerpt from A Loving Scoundrel ebook
