Title: Lord Heartless
Author: Tessa Berkley
Genre: Victorian Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
An arranged marriage may be the death of Lord Landon Montague, a man who earned his rude moniker, Lord Heartless, through the distaste of the Ton. When he makes plans to collect on a debt from Lord Charles Gilbert by foreclosing on Holly Grove, Gilbert commits suicide. Only then does Lord Montague learn that Lord Gilbert has left a nineteen-year-old daughter, Juliet, at his mercy.
Lady Juliet Gilbert suffered the stigma of suicide as best she could. But losing her home and the servants who raised her and stood by through her father's drinking would be the last straw. Unable to secure a position, Lord Montague's offer of marriage gives her hope. All she must do is produce an heir. But arriving at Broadmoor proves more taxing than she anticipated for her dark Lord already holds an heir conceived out of wedlock.
Will this doom any hope of finding happiness and label him forever Lord Heartless, or will London's society have its last laugh on Shakespeare when Montague wins his fair Juliet?
Even though she was alone, Juliet skin tingled with the knowledge of what his nearness did to her body. How it awakened places she did not understand and sent a deep want to the pit of her belly. A need she recognized that would ultimately lead to her fall. A deep, melancholy sigh slipped from her lips. If only.
Something soft brushed her cheek. Startled from her contemplations, she brought her glance up to find a pair of deep blue eyes questioning her.
“Your Grace,” she whispered, realizing that her dream had manifested itself into reality. The knitting slipped into the chair as she attempted to rise.
“Careful, you shall lose a stitch.” He reached down and plucked the needles from the chair. “No need to rise, milady. Sit.”
She watched him hold the heather blue beginnings to the light and study them.
His brow wrinkled. He held it next to his shoulder. “A scarf?”
He grew thoughtful then a devilish twinkle emerged in his eye. “Kilt?” He asked lowering the needles toward his waist.
Juliet’s eyes followed. A hard blush rushed to heat her cheeks as she realized what part of his anatomy would be covered by her loose stitches.
“No,” he murmured in a voice so sultry her thighs clenched together. “No, I believe that might be a bit too drafty and too daring even for a Scot.”
“’Tis no more than a shawl for the countess.” Juliet reached out to take her endeavors from his hands, grabbing the needles, and their fingers brushed together. A scorch of heat traveled along her arm as the yarn fell from his grasp and he took hold of her fingers. The slightest pressure moved her legs to stand and she fell hard underneath the warmth of his gaze.
Her breath quickened as his thumb stroked the sensitive center of her palm. She could only stare and marvel as his eyes grew from sky blue to that of dusk, the dark velvet ribbon of midnight widened.
“Such beautiful fingers.” His voice surrounded her with the warmth of a sultry, humid day and her heart skipped a beat as he lifted and brought them to his lips. She watched, fascinated as his mouth brushed so lightly across that only the air stirred. Yet, somehow it commanded her thighs to grow damp. Juliet could hear the rush of air leaving her lungs and she could not draw it back.
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Tessa Berkley loves nothing more than to be immersed in a good story. Growing up in Tidewater, Virginia, she studied history and science gaining a B.S. degree in Education. But, her heart was in storytelling. Urged by friends, she began creating her own worlds to share. She lives in a rural area, surrounded by farmland, cattle, and her family. She loves to hear from readers.
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