An Imperfect Engagement
The killer revels his venomous, revenge plot had assistance, forcing the Hastings and Westwood families to reach out for help, but can they trust every friend? Samantha develops a risky plan to draw the accomplice out of hiding, but this scheme may cost her more than she is willing to sacrifice.
The masked ball approaching and Samantha may not survive until her wedding day because - by the end of the evening - at least one person will die....
Do you enjoy books by authors such as Jane Austen, Victoria Holt, Amanda Quick, Lisa Kleypas, and Johanna Lindsey? Then get ready to meet … Alyssa Drake!
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Best Book Bit:
Halting the crawling convoy, Benjamin tipped Sam’s chin until they were nose to nose again. His burning green eyes captured hers with unparalleled intensity. “I love you, foolish woman. If you cannot remember anything else, remember that.”
His mouth descended with the same passion in which he spoke, demanding immediate satisfaction. Sam melted. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and pulled him nearer. Her fingers intertwined in his hair; a satisfied growl rumbled in Benjamin’s throat.
“I hope this is not an indication of how you will respond to my future requests.” Benjamin murmured as he pulled away; his lips nibbled the lightest of kisses on the corner of her mouth. A tremor vibrated through her shoulders.
“You seem extremely confident about your forthcoming role in my life,” she mumbled against his mouth.
“I am,” Benjamin silkily replied, resuming his slow pace. He took a misstep off the pavement and pain flashed across his features, the playfulness replaced by agony.
“Lord Westwood, I must insist that you put me down before you injure yourself further.” Sam struggled again, kicking her legs wildly in an attempt to free herself.
Grinning wickedly, Benjamin responded by tightening his grip. “I am quite satisfied with your current location, Miss Hastings. It allows me to keep a close watch on you, which apparently is a full-time occupation.”
“Now I am an occupation?”
“More like a delightful diversion,” murmured Benjamin. He nuzzled her neck, sending a cascade of shivers down her limbs.
“Benjamin, I have no idea what quality you possess that gives you the ability to influence the fairer sex. Kindly stop endeavoring to seduce my sister until you can prove your intentions are honorable. I have not approved your continued engagement.” Edward increased his pace, however Thomas reacted quicker. He situated himself strategically between Edward and Benjamin, giving Sam a jovial wink.
Sam smiled at Thomas over Benjamin’s shoulder. “My brother has other ideas regarding the safety of my present position.
“Indeed,” Edward bit off. “Benjamin, may we proceed with the current task at hand?”
“Certainly,” answered Benjamin with an obliging tone. He turned up the stairs to his townhouse, still balancing Sam gingerly in his arms.
Unable to prevent herself, Sam pressed her face against Benjamin’s chest and inhaled his intoxicating scent. Her eyes closed partially as her head spun again. “Have I ever told you that you are extremely distracting?” she whispered against his throat.
“On occasion,” he responded, brushing his lips across her hair.
She moaned, nestling closer. “This is not an indication of my forgiveness,” she qualified.
“I would never make that presumption,” Benjamin grinned.