The Den Of Iniquity
Welcome to the most notorious address in London…Beneath the airs and graces of the Ton lies The Underworld – London’s most scandalous gambling hall.The only thing darker and more debauched that the hall itself? The proprietor, Max Sinclair. As mysterious as the corners of the city he stalks, Max has vowed to take revenge against the men who murdered his mother. And The Underworld attracts London’s darkest characters – the perfect partners in crime.But when Lady Vivienne Beaumont enters The Underworld, Max’s life becomes more dangerous than he ever thought possible.Enter a world of lust, lawlessness and obsession with The Den of Iniquity, the first in Anabelle Bryant’s Bastards of London series.The Bastards of London series:Book 1: The Den of Iniquity Book 2: Into the Hall of ViceBook 3: The Last Gamble Book 4: Return to the House of SinWhat reviewers are saying about THE DEN OF INIQUITY‘This book is like Pride and Prejudice meets Crime Fiction and it totally works!’ - Keeper of Pages‘Intriguing’ - Nik Book Lover‘Great book. I really loved it.’ - lu dex
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Welcome to the most notorious address in Londonâ¦
Beneath the airs and graces of the Ton lies The Underworld â Londonâs most scandalous gambling hall.
The only thing darker and more debauched that the hall itself? The proprietor, Max Sinclair. As mysterious as the corners of the city he stalks, Max has vowed to take revenge against the men who murdered his mother. And The Underworld attracts Londonâs darkest characters â the perfect partners in crime.
But when Lady Vivienne Beaumont enters The Underworld, Maxâs life becomes more dangerous than he ever thought possible.
The Den of Iniquity
Anabelle Bryant
ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES
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ANABELLE BRYANT
began reading at age three and never stopped. Her passion for reading soon turned into a passion for writing and an author was born. Happy to grab a suitcase if it ensures a new adventure, Anabelle finds endless inspiration in travel, especially imaginary jaunts into Regency England, a far cry from her home in New Jersey. Instead, her clever characters live out her daydreams because really, who wouldnât want to dance with a handsome duke or kiss a wicked earl?
Though teaching keeps her grounded, photography, running and writing counterbalance her wanderlust. Often found with her nose in a book, Anabelle earned her Masterâs Degree and is completing her Doctorate Degree in education. Thrilled to be an author for Harlequinâs HQ Digital line, Anabelleâs historical romances are character driven. She strives to provide a heartfelt connection between her hero, heroine, and the reader, believing the emotional journey on the path to true love is the most important bond. Clever secondary characters and lively conversation keep the pages turning.
Anabelle knows sometimes life doesnât provide a happily ever after, but her novels always do. She enjoys talking with her fans. Follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AnabelleBryantAuthor, Twitter via @AnabelleBryant and join her mailing list via www.anabellebryant.com for the latest news concerning her upcoming novels.
My sincerest gratitude to Clio Cornish and Helen Williams
who understand my view of the Regency in brilliant detail.
This book is dedicated to the friends who fill my heart with their impatience for this series.
Kim, Lynda, Cindy, Ellen, Kelly, Beth-Ann, MaryBeth, Lauren, Terri, and Judy.
Contents
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOf course you do.â Maxwell Sinclair leaned closer, his menacing growl a hairsbreadth from the liarâs mottled face. âTwelve years isnât long enough to wipe a repugnant act of violence from my memory and neither is it gone from yours.â
The image haunts me every day and always will.
Max pressed harder on the broken billiard stick, the polished wood rolling over the curâs Adamâs apple to settle at the softest part of his neck. A sharp chortle followed as Ludlow gasped for breath, his face bright crimson, eyes enlarged and frantic.
âPlease. Have mercy.â He choked out the words. âIt wasnât my idea. It was Pimms.â
âAn insignificant detail. You eluded me for years and now that Iâve dragged you from the hole where you hide, Iâll be damned before I waste this opportunity.â Max shifted his weight forward. âYou didnât grant mercy all those years ago, now did you?â Frustrated with the conflicted emotions pulsing in his blood and wanting to be finished, Max applied more pressure to the cue, satisfied when Ludlow sputtered a desperate guttural breath. There was no need to prolong the altercation. No one would dare step into the alley behind the disreputable gaming hell while Max conducted business. Still, heâd dirtied his hands enough.
Dropping the stick, he withdrew as the manâs eyes fluttered closed, the limp body falling to the filthy cobbles of the Whitechapel alley in a crumpled heap.
âDump him in the river.â He turned without a backward glance. âHellâs waiting for Mr Ludlow.â
Two men emerged from the shadows to act on the order. And so the first deed was done.
Vivienne Beaumont stood amidst the flickering wall sconces of the gallery at Nettlecombe House and studied her motherâs portrait. Tears stung her lids but she dashed them away, unwilling to allow them to fall.
Control.
Control remained of the utmost importance and proposed the most difficult challenge. Another breath and she won the battle to reclaim her composure.
