Regency Surrender: Ruthless Rakes: Rake Most Likely to Seduce / Rake Most Likely to Sin
Rake Most Likely to Seduce by Bronwyn ScottNolan Gray has just won the virginity of the enthralling Gianna Minotti! But leaving with Gianna and not collecting on his tantalising prize pushes Nolan to his limits! Can he help her claim her freedom when really he wants to claim her for his own?Rake Most Likely to Sin by Bronwyn ScottBrennan Carr, has the perfect way to replace difficult family memories with outrageous adventures. 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!
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About the Author
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, travelling â especially to Florence, Italy â and studying history and foreign languages.
Readers can stay in touch on Bronwynâs website, bronwynnscott.com, or at her blog, www.bronwynswriting.blogspot.com. She loves to hear from readers.
Regency Surrender: Ruthless Rakes
Rake Most Likely to Seduce
Bronwyn Scott
Rake Most Likely to Sin
Bronwyn Scott
ISBN: 978-1-474-08569-4
Regency Surrender: Ruthless Rakes
Rake Most Likely to Seduce © 2016 Nikki Poppen Rake Most Likely to Sin © 2016 Nikki Poppen
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Table of Contents
Bronwyn Scott
For Mike, Rebecca and Madison, who shared the second halfof our Grand Tour with us. Thanks for sharing nine nights ofdinners with us. Meeting you was the highlight of the trip.
The Antwerp Hotel, DoverâMarch 1835
âYou bastard! No one has that kind of luck!â The man across the table from Nolan Gray snarled in disbelief. âIf you lay down another ace, Iâll...â
âWhat? Youâll slice me from side to side? Shoot me where I sit?â Nolan Gray flipped the offending card on to the tableâanother ace indeedâwith a nonchalance that suggested threats to his bodily well-being were a common occurrence when it came to cards and late nights.
The man half rose, a menacing hulk looming over the table. He was fully provoked by his eveningâs losses and Nolanâs insouciance. âWhen a fellow has the streak youâve had, it isnât called luck any more. Itâs called something else.â He sneered, ready to leap the table for Nolanâs throat.
âWhat do you call it?â Nolan leaned back in his chair, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of standing. He took his opponentâs measure through alert eyes. The man outweighed him by two stone. A fight wouldnât be fair, but it wouldnât come to that, either because the man was nothing more than a bully or because thereâd be weapons drawn before fists. Nolan had seen the type before, he just hadnât bargained on seeing that sort tonight. He should have known better. This was Dover, not an elegant London gambling club where gentlemen had their codes.
The man growled. âYou know what I call it.â He waved a hand at the other two men seated with them. âYou know what we all call it.â
