He tipped his tongue out to lick some drips on his lips. The fog disappeared, washed away by an onslaught of liquid that forced him back to full consciousness. This is no ordinary thief, from the looks of him.īringing him around so I can find out who he is and why he is here. Hold the lamp closer, so I can make sure it is safe. The more words, the more blows, and the closer they sounded. So close it made his head bang with pain. Not as the voice of his conscience, the way he so often heard the question. The voice spoke in his head vaguely, as if traveling through distance and fog. But as proximity gives way to mutual seduction, Chase realizes he craves a much deeper alliance. She may be the perfect person to help him uncover the truth about his uncle’s demise.
Since the scandal surrounding her husband’s death, she has set up a discreet detective business to rival Chase’s own. Ĭhase can’t decide whether Minerva is a wronged woman or a femme fatale. Only one thing could surprise her more: her sudden attraction to this exasperating man.
Now he’s insisting that Minerva has inherited a fortune from his uncle, a wealthy Duke. Up-only to realize he is Chase Radnor, the man who nearly got her convicted of her late husband’s murder. Instead she wallops the rogue over the head and ties him When an intruder breaks into her home, she doesn’t swoon or simper. Minerva Hepplewhite has learned the hard way how to take care of herself. In this stunning series debut from New York Times bestselling author Madeline Hunter, a duke’s mysterious bequest brings fortune-and passion-to three young women.
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