The Rogue
Not Taken
Scandal & Scoundrel #1
By: Sarah MacLean
Releasing December
29, 2015
Avon
Avon
Blurb
Lady
Sophie’s Society Splash
When
Sophie, the least interesting of the Talbot sisters, lands her philandering
brother-in-law backside-first in a goldfish pond in front of all society, she
becomes the target of very public aristocratic scorn. Her only choice is to
flee London, vowing to start a new life far from the aristocracy.
Unfortunately, the carriage in which she stows away isn’t saving her from ruin
. . . it’s filled with it.
Rogue’s
Reign of Ravishment!
Kingscote,
“King,” the Marquess of Eversley, has never met a woman he couldn’t charm,
resulting in a reputation far worse than the truth, a general sense that he’s
more pretty face than proper gentleman, and an irate summons home to the
Scottish border. When King discovers stowaway Sophie, however, the journey
becomes anything but boring.
War? Or
More?
He thinks
she’s trying to trick him into marriage. She wouldn’t have him if he were the
last man on earth. But carriages bring close quarters, dark secrets, and
unbearable temptation, making opposites altogether too attractive . . .
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Excerpt
Intro from Sarah MacLean
Being shot on the Great North Road isn't
exactly a thing people expect to happen, and Lady Sophie Talbot finds herself
in the rooms above The Warbling Wren pub, under the welcome care of a rather
mad doctor and the watchful eye of the rather infuriating (and infuriatingly
handsome) Kingscote, Marquess of Eversley. There are worse things, she
supposes. Or are there? Not for King.)
--
“If you want a bath, you’ll have to accept my
help,” he said.
She pursed her lips at that, her gaze settling
longingly on the steaming bath. “You mustn’t look.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” It might have been
the most obvious lie he’d ever told.
Somehow, she believed it, nodding and throwing
back the coverlet to step out of the bed. She came to her feet, the top of her
head at his chin, and he resisted the urge to help her across the room. “How do
you feel?” he asked, hearing the gravel in his words. He cleared his throat.
“As though I’ve been shot, I’d imagine.”
He raised a brow. “Clever. There's food when
you’ve bathed." The words summoned a low growl from her, and her hands
flew to her stomach. Her cheeks turned red, and he smiled. “I take it you are
hungry.”
“It seems so,” she said.
“Food after the bath. And then sleep.”
She met his gaze. “You’re very domineering.”
“It’s a particular talent.”
“What with you being called King.”
“Name is destiny.”
She moved past him to the high copper bathtub.
He resumed his place against the wall, arms crossed, watching her carefully as
she reached down, her long fingers trailing in the hot water as she sighed her
anticipation. The sound was like gunfire in the room—pure, unadulterated
pleasure. It was delicious.
King stiffened. He was not interested in the
lady’s pleasure.
If only someone would tell his body that.
Sarah MacLean grew up in Rhode
Island, obsessed with historical romance and bemoaning the fact that she was
born far too late for her own season. Her love of all things historical helped
to earn her degrees from Smith College and Harvard University before she finally
set pen to paper and wrote her first book.
Sarah now lives in New York City with
her husband, baby daughter, their dog, and a ridiculously large collection of
romance novels. She loves to hear from readers. Please visit her at
www.macleanspace.com
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