The Earl of Henleigh has no time or desire for women. Well, that’s a lie. He has the desire but since his disastrous engagement, he’s avoided the opposite sex at all costs.
It’s a shame Miss Haversham has not received the message, though.
The determined reporter refuses to leave Guy alone, convinced he’s the key to a story. He might well be, but he’ll be damned if she gets anywhere near his kidnap club.
Or his bed…
No woman has ever wanted that from him, and she’ll be no different.
Freya Haversham wants one thing from the dark, wickedly handsome Earl of Henleigh.
But the blasted man refuses to play nice. The story of these disappearing noble women could make her career and mean she doesn’t have to write insipid gossip columns anymore, not to mention she might earn enough money to look after her elderly parents.
She’s convinced he knows something, but he evades her at every turn.
That is, until he’s kissing her until she’s breathless. And rescuing her dog. Oh yes and looking after her mother. Could this heroic earl really be involved in something so awful as kidnapping and killing rich women?
Very well, perhaps he’s playing too nice.
She can’t let herself be distracted from this story, no matter how tempted she might be to give into the pull between them.
Note: This is a standalone story.