{"product_id":"historical-romance-bundle","title":"STEAMY HISTORICAL ROMANCE: SCANDAL \u0026 DESIRE COLLECTION","description":"\u003ch5 class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 10.0pt;\"\u003eEXCLUSIVE COLLECTION — Desire, Scandal, and Love that defies the ages.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/h5\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ \u003c\/strong\u003e\"\u003cem\u003eI could not put it down. A REAL page turner.\u003c\/em\u003e” – Amazon Reviewer\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e🪭 7 unforgettable historical romances in one binge-worthy bundle.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eBold heroes. Dashing intrigue. Scandalous passion. Sweeping eras. 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A familiar stranger returns, demanding she become his wife\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eStrictly Forbidden (Strictly Duet, book 2) \u003c\/strong\u003e- Sensual Victorian romance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eShe tried to bury her past. 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A seductive captain claimed her heart instead.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e✔️\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e Instant download • Secure transactions • Read on any device\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eTropes:\u003c\/strong\u003e Abduction, Alpha Hero, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Forced Marriage, Forced Proximity, Forced Seduction, Love Triangle, Obsessed Hero, Protector, Revenge, Scandalous Affair, Secret Baby, Secret Past, Virgin\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eHow readers are raving:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ \"\u003cmeta charset=\"UTF-8\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eI absolutely loved this! I love the characters. ...such a great story that I couldn’t put it down!\u003c\/em\u003e” – Amazon Reviewer\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e❣️\u003cstrong\u003e Inside STRICTLY SEDUCTION\u003c\/strong\u003e ❣️\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAs spring approached, Maddie could think of nothing except the mysterious stranger who now owned her future.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAfter leaving Mr. Hockelspeck and visiting the rest of her late husband’s creditors, each had indicated that a gentleman had purchased her debt and insisted on remaining anonymous. She still had no notion who, what, or when to pay—much less why. Each day that slipped by frayed her nerves a bit more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eIn the interim, Maddie had purchased her daughter a new pair of much-needed shoes, and Aunt Edith had persuaded her to splurge on a chicken for stew to celebrate her freedom from the creditors’ incessant demands. Maddie hadn’t had the heart to worry her elderly aunt about the money she still owed and the enigmatic stranger to whom she owed it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAt a sudden knock on her door, she gazed at the mantle clock. Nine o’clock in the evening. A very late hour for visitors, especially in quiet Hampstead. Frowning, Maddie set aside the tattered frock she’d been mending and strode to the parlor door.\u003cbr\u003eAs her butler Matheson’s heels clicked across the floor, her stomach twisted as she waited.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAfter a low-voiced exchange, Matheson approached.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Who is it?” she whispered, then bit her lip fretfully.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“He says he’s a gentleman who wishes to remain anonymous.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMaddie’s heart stuttered. She drew in a deep, trembling breath, knowing the moment she had dreaded had unflinchingly arrived.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Is he anyone I know?” she whispered to her butler.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I’m afraid he is,” drawled a deep voice beyond the parlor door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eIt was a voice Maddie never, ever thought to hear again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eA sudden, dizzying spike of shock swept over her. Mouth gaping, she reached for the wall to steady herself and peeked past Matheson, hoping her ears had deceived her.\u003cbr\u003eThey had not. Brock Taylor had returned to Ashdown Manor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAs bold as could be, here stood the cad who had broken her heart five years ago when he’d left her to seek his fortune. From gossip and reputation, she knew he had more than found it. Now refined and wealthy—and more handsome than ever—he stood in her foyer wearing a faintly wry smile and a stylish green coat that perfectly matched his mocking eyes. The thick waves of his mahogany hair still wouldn’t quite behave. Maddie remembered running her fingers through them with a bittersweet pang.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Brock.” His name tumbled from her lips on a whisper.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“How kind of you to remember me, Lady Wolcott.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHe spoke her married title with contempt, matched by the disdain in his eyes. She swallowed. Why was he here? What did he want? Had he, of all people, truly bought her debt? She fought for her next breath, trying to beat back the panic encroaching.\u003cbr\u003eBrock turned to her butler. “Fetch your mistress a spot of tea. She looks unwell.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHer butler sent her a measuring stare. “Indeed, sir.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMatheson quit the room before she could object, leaving her alone with the man she’d sworn to hate for the rest of her life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“You are not welcome here.” Maddie lifted her chin sternly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Have you no kind words for an old...friend?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMouth dropping open, she glared at him. Five years after betraying her, Brock Taylor stood in her parlor as if he belonged here. Of all the things she’d envisioned saying to him over the years if she ever saw the cad again, not a single one came to mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Friend?” She raised a disdainful brow at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“May I sit?” He did so without waiting for her reply, dwarfing the ancient rosewood armchair. “Perhaps you should sit as well. You really do look pale.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThough Brock’s voice had acquired a definite upper crust clip, one of the few qualities that had not changed about the scoundrel was his smile. The wicked tilt of that wide mouth still bespoke sin, as potent and beguiling as ever. Once upon a time, she had been innocent enough to fall prey to the charm of his grin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eShe was no longer that green girl.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMaddie feigned calm as she faced Brock. “Matheson said you are the anonymous gentleman. Is that so?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Yes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHis clipped reply hit her like a blow to the chest. Legs weak beneath her, she tread slowly to the sofa and sank to its threadbare cushions. “Why? Eight thousand pounds is a great deal of money.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHe shrugged. “Or not, depending.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMaddie fixed narrowed eyes upon him. “Depending upon what?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“The repayment one receives.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I knew I could count on you to make demands.” You opportunistic blackguard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe words were out before Maddie could stop them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eShe clenched her hands into angry fists. Damn him for buying her debt. Damn him twice for taking her heart and her innocence five years ago, then leaving her in his quest for wealth. Damn him to eternity for coming here with the notion of collecting more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eA faint apology tinged his smile. “I’m not running a charitable organization.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I did not ask you to buy my late husband’s debt.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“But now that I have, you owe me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eFury seethed inside her, like a beast fighting its chain. “And you want your precious money from me?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHe paused. “I want repayment.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHow dare he make demands of her in light of the terrible wrong he’d dealt her. He was no gentleman. But then, he never had been.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“If I had eight thousand pounds,” she bit out, “I would have paid my creditors already. So you see, immediate repayment is impossible.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eBrock crossed his arms over his wide chest, but the arrogant, presumptuous cad said nothing at all about the biggest shame of her life. Or one of them, anyway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“In fact,” she continued, “I believe you owe me a thousand pounds to repay the money you accepted from my father.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“He told you about our...agreement?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Of course. He told me the very night you left that he had offered you money to abandon me. And that you quickly accepted it with a smile.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Abandon?” He gave her a mocking laugh. “You didn’t suffer long, Lady Wolcott.” Again, he spoke her married title with disdain. “It’s of no consequence, anyway. I returned that money to your father three months later.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Papa said he never saw a farthing of it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“And naturally you believed everything he told you.” Brock’s voice held a faint note of derision, then he shrugged. “If you want your thousand pounds, I shall credit it toward your balance. I’ll even grant you eight-percent interest. You still owe me...” He cast his gaze to the ceiling, calculating. “Six thousand, seven hundred eighty-three pounds and twenty pence.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I scarcely have two farthings to rub together, but I’m certain you knew that before buying up my debt.” Five years of choking resentment exploded with the force of a volcano. “What the devil do you want from me?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“A choice, Maddie. A simple choice.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eShe scoffed. Nothing about Brock Taylor had ever been simple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“What?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHe shrugged casually, but Maddie caught the tension latent in his neck, his broad shoulders. “If you cannot repay me in full...”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“I’ve said that I cannot,” she said through clenched teeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eBrock rose from the armchair, the muscles of his hard thighs flexing beneath chocolate-hued breeches. Maddie chastised herself for noticing as he paced closer, brushing the muslin of her gray skirt as he walked past. He turned back to her. Their gazes locked. 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