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Pembroke Palace Series Book Two
He told me he would treat my heart with great care. He was lying of course, for it was all a very clever, skillful seduction...
The night I met Lord Vincent Sinclair, son of the Duke of Pembroke, was the night I lost control. I never imagined that I, Cassandra Montrose, could engage in such wicked, wanton behavior with a man I hardly knew. But in that fateful moment, alone in his coach, the passion I felt for him was undeniable, even though I knew that after my surrender I was unlikely to ever see my lover again. Until a fateful secret brought me to his door...
I always believed my pride would prevent me from becoming any man's mistress - especially a rogue like Vincent, who cares for nothing but his inheritance. Yet I have very good reason to remain in his life. If only he did not tempt me so...
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"I have always considered myself a woman of high moral fiber. How then, could I have done such a thing? Where were my values and principles? But of course I know the answer to those questions. It was without a doubt the blinding intensity of his charm, which made me forget everything I believed in."
- from the journal of Cassandra Montrose, Lady Colchester, May 14, 1873
Lord Vincent Sinclair kicked open the door of the sumptuous London hotel room with staggering brute force and carried Cassandra Montrose, Lady Colchester over the threshold.
Already delightfully tousled and flushed, for he had kissed her senseless in the carriage the entire way there, Cassandra laughed and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. "I cannot believe we are doing this," she said. "How shall I live with myself in the morning? You are a very bad influence, Lord Vincent."
He grinned and kicked the door shut behind him, then carried her across the rose-scented room in a glorious fluttering of silks and lace. He set her down by the enormous mahogany bed, draped in crimson and gold velvet.
"How wonderful that you are already aware of my distinguished reputation. Now I can be sure there will be no unrealistic expectations in the morning, no tears or broken hearts." His eyes smoldered. "In that regard, I suppose I should warn you now. I am not the kind of man a woman should pin her hopes on."
She raised a mischievous eyebrow. "As I said, a very bad influence indeed."
Pulling at his white cambric bowtie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, he smiled with devilish intent. "I quite assure you, Lady Colchester, I have not yet begun to be a bad influence. My best is yet to come."
"I don’t doubt it." Cassandra’s heart drummed with anticipation as her hair came loose and fell lightly upon her shoulders....
The Mistress Diaries