Hot Silk
Chapter One
Before the start of the London Season, March of 1818
"The choice is yours, my love. I want you-you know
that. Meet me tonight, in the gallery. Don't wear
your gown. Wear something easy to remove ..."
Grace Hamilton knew she should be scandalized by Lord
Wesley's proposition. She should refuse. But she had been
trying to stay strong and good and proper for a week and she
could not resist any longer.
"I do not know, my lord," she whispered. He stood behind
her, away from the hot, sparkling chandeliers and the swirling
crowd, in the shadows of the ballroom at Collingsworth, ancestral
home of the Marquis of Rydermere. Lord Wesley's
home and a place she had no right to be.
Grace stood by dark gallery doors, wearing a borrowed
gown, terrified everyone would see her for the fraud she was.
His lordship rested his hands gently on her waist, his long
fingers splayed to meet across her middle-she hadn't expected
him to touch her yet and the contact stole her breath.
"I will be waiting," he murmured, his voice a possessive
growl. "If you aren't there at midnight, I will ... read full excerpt from: Hot Silk ebook
