SERIES – Cynfell Brothers
AUTHOR – Samantha Holt
GENRE – Victorian Romance
COVER ARTIST – Love, Lust & Lipstick Stains –
http://www.lovelustandlipstickstains.com
Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. The Cynfell
brothers are the very embodiment of a sinful existence. But could the right
woman change that?
Sinful
Liaisons
Oxfordshire,
1897
A breeze whistled
across his nether regions. Pierce grimaced. It could have been worse, he
supposed. At least the day was mild with no sign of rain. He peered into the
distance. Only the deeply grooved road cutting its path through the gentle
hills hinted at civilisation. He grimaced again. Where the bloody hell was he?
He curled a fist
and began trudging along the grass at the side of the road. Stones pricked his
bare feet.
“Bloody Goddamn
it.”
Pierce was going
to kill Giles if he lived through this. He hadn’t intended to visit their
favourite gambling den, but Giles just had
to talk him into it. Nor had he meant to get utterly foxed. He hardly
remembered wagering everything including his clothes. As for how he’d ended up
naked on the roadside...
“Bloody Goddamn
it all to hell.”
One final
wager...He had vague recollections. Something to do with a race? Damnation, if
only his head wasn’t so fuzzy. But even then, why had Giles left him to sleep
it off in a field—naked?
The rumble of a
carriage made him stiffen. He wouldn’t get far with his bare feet. A form of
transport would be useful indeed. But who would give a naked man a ride? Pierce
shrugged to himself and turned, cupping one hand over himself to preserve what
little modesty he had left and using the other to gain the driver’s attention.
The black, glossy
carriage rumbled closer, led by two horses. He saw the driver glance his way
then look again before turning his head away. Dirt spattered his legs making
him jump back as it rolled past.
“Rot in hell
then,” he muttered half-heartedly and resisted the urge to scuff his bare foot
across the ground.
A command from
the driver reached his ears and he held his breath as the horses came to a
halt. The vehicle stopped. Both hands over the family jewels, Pierce waited.
The door swung open.
“Thank you,” he
uttered, lifting his gaze to the heavens, and hurried toward the carriage. He
cursed under his breath when several more rocks jabbed the soles of his feet.
Trying to look as
noble as one could when naked, he paused in front of the open door. There, in
the dark confines of the vehicle and set against plush royal blue seats, an
elegant redhead skimmed her gaze up and down his body. Even in the gloom of the
carriage, he saw an eyebrow rise. Then he noted the curve of her lips.
Pierce stared
back. He allowed his own gaze to travel over her, observing the generous rise
of her breasts against a low cut bodice and the slender waist that led to hips
that were emphasised by a bustle. Hair coiled high, it gave him a fine view of
the gems on her neck and ears. From the delicate porcelain skin to the emeralds
casting a faint green hew across it, everything about this woman told him of
her importance.
And her
attractiveness. He had to force his gaze from her breasts or else both hands
wouldn’t conceal anything.
“Get in.”
Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin
girls. She enjoys writing historical romance involving chivalrous knights, hot
highlanders and cravatted men, but sometimes gets lured away by bad boy bikers,
soldiers and other heroic modern men.
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