WANTON
The Pack of St. James
Chapter One
London, 1816 ...
Marko was sure he'd fallen in love with her almost against his
will. Severin bewitched him instantly. He'd needed an escape,
needed the noise and frivolity of a crowded ball. And then he'd
seen her ...
She waited demurely in a corner with downcast eyes, sitting
in a chair that he supposed had been brought for her to sit in by
some other admirer, who had conveniently disappeared to fetch
a glass of punch. Or so he hoped.
Marko sensed she was anything but demure. Her gown was
daringly low-cut, made of subtly striped velvet that fell in
voluptuous folds beneath her half-bared bosom and looked
from a distance like the valuable fur of some rare and dangerous
cat. He looked at the hands folded in her lap, and noted that her
nails were beautifully shaped and-were they touched with
gold? The unusual adornment added to her exotic appearance
and was sensual in the extreme. He wanted to kiss each pretty
fingertip one by one, feel her gilded nails rake his back ...
She rubbed one hand absently over the other. He could wel ... read full excerpt from: Wanton: The Pack of St. James ebook
