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The Chance of a Lifetime… Again.
It’s been a long time since Maud Piper has had a lover, particularly
one who can give her what she really wants: the masterful hand of a strong,
powerful man. The sting of pain that turns into pleasure.
Only Maud’s late fiancé had been able to satisfy her. Not even
watching her employers at Blaystock Manor, the Marquis and Marchioness, in their
own rough love play brings her the release she longs for—until she is
caught in the act by William Graves, the estate’s ruggedly handsome steward.
Can he give Maud another chance to experience the pleasure she craves?
The highly anticipated sequel to Portia Da Costa’s Chance of a Lifetime.
Mills and Boon
Still, my heart beats hard. And down below, the slow stir of desire rolls
in my loins. From within the cottage, there’s a faint clanking sound,
metal on metal. What the hell is he doing? The door is stout, and the walls
look thick, so I don’t hear footsteps. But a moment later, the heavy iron
handle turns and the door swings ajar.
William Graves stands in the opening, looking me over with silent watchfulness,
Moments tick by and I open my mouth to speak, but he pre-empts me.
“Come in out of the cold… I’ve been expecting you.”
My pulse races and my desire twists hard. He knows! He knows what I want! And
I follow him into the softly lit room and discover what the clanking was. Furniture
is pushed aside in the small room, and a collection of ponderous looking free
weights are laid out on the carpet in front of the blazing open fire. Without
speaking, William hauls them aside, one after the other. He’s naked to
the waist, wearing only combat trousers and a pair of work boots, and his skin
gleams like beaten bronze in the flickering light. Still without a word, he
drags a couple of battered and hefty looking easy chairs closer to the hearth
and indicates that I should sit down, first gesturing in his spare, economical
way for me to hand over my hat and coat. He looms over me while I struggle with
normally easy fastenings, his big delicious body pushing all my buttons.
William Graves is younger than me, possibly by a decade, but something in his
dark, navy blue eyes is as old as eternity. What happened to him, I wonder as
I shrug out of my coat and pass it across. It’s not only his solid arms
and his deep chest that are hard. He has an intrinsic hardness, a granite of
Without asking me what I want, he pours generous slugs of Glenmorangie into
a couple of cheap glasses, and hands one over.
“So how can I help you?”
“About last night…”
The two phrases come out simultaneously, and it’s like an unseen bubble
bursts. We both laugh and the tension is gone. The whisky tastes good when I
finally take a sip.
He nods, giving me precedence.
“What happened last night… I just wanted to say that I liked it.
I liked it very much. I was… um…” Despite my superficial confidence,
I falter… “I was hoping we might, well, follow up on it. Do more…”
His brows shoot up, and his cool eyes brighten and warm. He takes a long pull
at his drink, then rubs a big hand over his short, dark brown hair as if genuinely
puzzled… and admiring.
“You’re very direct, aren’t you?” he says softly.
Mills and Boon
Harlequin Spice Briefs
Publication Date: September 2011
Copyright © 2011 by Portia Da Costa
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by Harlequin Books, S.A.
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