ONE WICKED NIGHT

🪭 Her husband begged her to conceive an heir, not fall for a scandalous stranger.

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Her husband begged her to take a lover and conceive an heir.
She never expected to fall for the scandalous stranger..

When Lady Serena Boyce’s husband, the elderly Duke of Warrington, could not give her an heir, he begged her to take a lover in order to conceive a child. She never dreamed it would mean falling in love. One look at the handsome stranger who rescued her from a thief, and virginal Serena was overcome with desire. Dark and compelling, Lucien Clayborne, Marquess of Daneridge, was everything her honor warned her against. Yet the anguish in his soul drew her nearer…and before the night was through, she had gifted him with her innocence.

Then the duke was murdered, and Lucien discovered that Serena was pregnant. Still reeling from the death of his cherished daughter and enraged by his first wife’s callous betrayals, Lucien’s honor demanded that he make Serena his bride. But the rapture of their one night together had unlocked feelings he thought his heart had forgotten. And now, a chilling evil threatened their chance to claim a love that promised to last a lifetime.

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Series: Historical Romances (standalone)
Main Characters: Lucien & Serena
Formats: eBook, trade paperback
Word Count: 91k
Page Count: 312 pages
Prior Reading Necessary? No
Tropes: Alpha Hero, Angst, Bad Boy/Good Girl, Forbidden Love, Insta-love, Love Triangle, Obsessed Hero, Secret Baby, Sudden/Forced Marriage, Temporary Fling

❣️ Inside ONE WICKED NIGHT ❣️

“The thief has likely fled.”

Her rescuer nodded. “You are right, I fear.”

Serena gazed down at her shaking hands, at the blood running in rivulets down the fingers of her left one.

Her rescuer peeled away the remnants of her tattered glove and produced a snowy handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket. He pressed the cloth, along with his palm, against hers.

“Are you here with someone?” At her slow nod, his gaze asked what his lips did not: Who?

“I came with friends,” she answered. Odd, the way her pulse hammered the longer she looked at him. Nervously, she smiled. “I shall have to find them.”

“I’ll help. Clearly, you’re not safe alone.”

Was she safe with him? Moments ago, she had thought so, but something about him, his powerful, thoroughly male presence, made her unsure. With his hand enveloping hers, security had given way beneath the depth of his green stare to an inexplicable disquiet.

She freed her hand from his grasp and gazed through the crowd frantically for Melanie and Lord Highbridge. They were nowhere in sight.

Her rescuer whispered beside her, “It’s not likely you’ll find your friends among fifteen thousand people, especially if she’s kissing a beau beneath this full moon.”

“Kissing?” The startling word struck a warm chord within her.

The corners of her rescuer’s full mouth turned up in a slow smile, showing a flash of white teeth. “You know? Lips pressed against soft lips, exchanging breaths and sighs. It’s a pleasant pastime.” He leaned closer. “Do you not agree?”

His tone hinted that he was no longer referring to Melanie. Instead, his voice intimated something more personal. With sudden, shocking clarity, she pictured her rescuer bending to her slowly to cup her cheek in his palm. She imagined his intense stare fixed on her as he drew closer...before brushing her lips tenderly with his own.

She shook her head to clear the improper image. What was wrong with her, indeed with everyone, tonight? She should not be talking to this stranger. True, he had saved her, but what did she really know of him? They had not been properly introduced.

“My thoughts do not dwell on kissing.” The crisp comeback she intended sounded more like a whisper. “Thank you for your assistance. Now, excuse me. I must find my friend.”

Before she could turn away, he responded with a devilish grin that made her breath catch. “Why have you not thought of kissing? Has no man inspired you?”

Until he had crashed through the bushes and flashed her those eyes of green fire, no. Such inspiration could only lead to immorality. Yet she felt swept up in his stare.

“No.” Uncomfortable with such a realization, she strode toward the Prince’s Pavilion in search of Melanie and quick escape. The stranger reached inside her domino and gripped her arm. A shiver snaked up her spine at his touch. A flurry of tingles shot up her arm at the warmth of his fingers.

“I daresay I could only hope to inspire you, lovely lady, half as much as you’ve inspired me. Will you let me try?”

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