Rake Most Likely To Sin
A rake running from his past…For hell-raiser Brennan Carr, his Grand Tour has been the perfect way to replace difficult family memories with outrageous adventures. But after discovering his Greek hosts want him to marry, Brennan must prove he’s not ready to settle down – and fast! Is a fling with widow Patra Tspiras a delicious solution…?Patra has learned the hard way never to trust anyone, but Brennan’s sinful seduction sweeps her off her feet! Can what started as a delectable affair be transformed into the happily-ever-after they’ve both been secretly craving?Rakes on TourOutrageous hell-raisers let loose in Europe!
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Outrageous hell-raisers let loose in Europe!
When Londonâs most notorious rakes embark on a Grand Tour they set female hearts aflutter all across Europe!
The exploits of these British rogues might be the stuff of legend, but on this adventure of a lifetime will they finally meet the women strong enough to tame their wicked ways?
Read Haviland Northâs story in:
Rake Most Likely to Rebel Already available
Read Archer Crawfordâs story in:
Rake Most Likely to Thrill Already available
Read Nolan Grayâs story in:
Rake Most Likely to Seduce Already available
and finally discover Brennan Carrâs story in:
Rake Most Likely to Sin Available now!
Brennanâs story at last! If youâve been reading this series youâll know that the other three books focus on âplaceâ. The adventures of each hero reflect something associated with the city theyâre in (Nolan is in Venice for Carnevale in Rake Most Likely to Seduce, for instance), but with Brennanâs story âplaceâ is not as significant.
His journey isnât a journey that can be tracked on a map. Itâs a personal journey to discover himselfâ which is a big reason why a lot of people have travelled. Outwardly we travel to see faraway lands, but inwardly we travel to get to know ourselves and what weâre capable of. Thatâs Brennanâs journey. He discovers himself not in Paris, nor Venice, nor in other traditional Tour venues, but in a small fishing village far off the beaten path.
Of course I should make some mention of the backdrop for this story, which is Greece after the War of Independence. The Peloponnese was central to that conflict, and suffered a high loss of life in the fight, and that provides the background for Patraâs story. The Filiki Eteria is often credited as being the driving force behind the successful achievement of independence, because of its ability to organise a population that had no homeland but was spread throughout the Ottoman Empire and Danubian provinces.
In June 2014 I had the opportunity to travel along the Peloponnese and hear about these historic events that contribute to Brennanâs story first-hand. It was great!
I wish you happy travels. As our rakesâ tours come to a close I hope yours are just beginning.
BRONWYN SCOTT is a communications instructor at Pierce College in the United States, and is the proud mother of three wonderful children (one boy and two girls). When sheâs not teaching or writing she enjoys playing the piano, travellingâespecially to Florence, Italyâand studying history and foreign languages. Readers can stay in touch on Bronwynâs website, bronwynnscott.com, or at her blog, bronwynswriting.blogspot.com. She loves to hear from readers.
For Pong and Louis, our fabulous servers on the Magic. Thanks for making our voyage with you spectacular! This was an unforgettable trip to unforgettable places.
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DoverâMarch 1835
Luciferâs bloody balls! Was that the time? Brennan Carr reached one arm out of bed and snatched his watch up from the crude table to be sure. He angled the pocket watch to catch what little light was in the room and peered at the watch face. He groaned and fell back on his pillows. It bloody well was. His ship sailed in less than an hour and it wasnât even daylight yet. Brennan scrubbed a hand over his face. Where had the night gone?
Beside him, the luscious Sarahâno, that wasnât right, close, but not rightâSylvia? Serena? Cynthia! That was it. The luscious Cynthia stirred and raised herself up on one arm, her other hand exploring under the blankets until she found what she was looking for. She closed a firm, warm hand over his cock. âAh, lovey, like that, is it? Youâre ready for liâl olâ Cynthia again.â She smiled in the dark, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder. She executed a smooth move that had her straddling him. âLucky for you, Cynthia is ready, too.â She giggled at referring to herself in the third person. She sat atop him, scooping her extraordinarily well-endowed breasts into her hands and rubbing them together. âCynthiaâs bubbies want you to suck them.â
Brennan blinked. That confirmed it. He must be brutally sober because he distinctly remembered the third-person bit being as funny as hell last night after copious quantities of ale in the taproom, but the hilarity had gone. He was going to be late and being late meant missing the boat. His body might still be enchanted with Cynthiaâs charms, but his mind was done with her. He had no desire this morning to prove true the old adage about time and tide waiting for no man.
