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As Rich as a Rogue Jade Lee

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Intro from Jade Lee

Lord Whitly and Miss Mari Powel have history. Six years ago he gave her the nickname Wayward Welsh and that has dogged her so much that she can’t find a husband. Now the blighter has returned and is courting her when she can barely keep herself from scratching out his eyes. In this scene, she’s lost a wager to him and has to go riding with him. In true heroine fashion, she uses the time to demand an explanation for his actions.


“Why are you in Society if you have such a great disregard for it?” She spoke impetuously, trampling over his words in her rush to get the question out. He had such power to distract her that she feared losing track of it altogether if she did not say it quickly.

But once spoken, she began to regret her question. It was what she had wanted to know almost from the very beginning. Why was he here? Why did he accost her in Hyde Park that first day? Why did he seek her out at last night’s ball?

But the more the questions crowded in her mind, the more his expression made her doubt her own sanity. Or his. Because far from quietly considering her request, he stared at her in stunned surprise.

In the end, she had to prompt him to speak. “My lord?”

“Truly, Miss Powel, I cannot guess whether I am especially bad at this or if you are being willfully obtuse.”

“If I am obtuse, my lord, I assure you it is not willful.”

“Then perhaps I have lost all ability to function in English Society.”

He didn’t seem particularly pleased with that statement, and well he shouldn’t. She tried to form something conciliatory to say, but at that moment a pair of Dims went galloping past while hooting in a nearly drunken manner. Her horse shied, her seating slipped, and it was all she could do to stay atop her mare. It was fortunate that Lord Whitly was large enough—and quick enough—to reach forward and grab hold of her bridle, otherwise she might have gone for her own wild run on an uncontrolled horse.

It took a moment to quiet her mount and another few after that for her heart to settle to a slower tempo. And all the while, he stood there, his body flexed as he held her horse, and his attention riveted to her.

“Are you steady, Miss Powel?” he finally asked. “Y-yes,” she said somewhat breathlessly. “I’m afraid I am out of practice.”

“It was not your fault. Those young bucks should be whipped.” His gaze scanned her quickly. “You are sure you’re not harmed?”

“I didn’t fall, my lord. I was merely startled.” “Yes.”

Silence.

And then he spoke, his words loud and clear. “Miss Powel, I left for India with one purpose in mind. Certainly, I wanted money and a certain degree of notoriety, but uppermost in my thoughts was one thing: I wished for your regard.”

He paused, his gaze skittering away, and no wonder. To say such a thing to a woman was awkward indeed. She couldn’t fathom why he was saying it to her.

“Sir, if this is some sort of tease, then it is in very poor taste.”

“Of course it’s not a tease,” he snapped, his brows drawing down. This time he looked her full in the face, but his expression was less than cordial. “You named me useless, and I realized you were right.”

“B-but… I…” She snapped her mouth shut. She had no ability to make sense of his words. Six years she had lived thinking him her nemesis. The one man who destroyed her out of casual disregard. To hear that he had left the country because of her was like saying the moon had decided to take a stroll down the street simply because she’d wished it. He was too large and powerful a creature to be swayed at all by her opinion.

He straightened in his seat, gently releasing her mount, who had calmed much more quickly than its rider. “I returned to England for the fulfillment of that one desire.”

“Er…what?”

“Miss Powel, I returned to seek your regard. And, naturally, your hand in marriage.”

Which was when, with absolutely no one riding nearby, she did in fact tumble off her horse.


About As Rich as a Rogue

Third in the saucy, vibrant Rakes & Rogues Regency romance series from USA Today bestselling author Jade Lee.

Mari Powel’s fiery Welsh temper is up. Peter Norwood, Lord Whitly, is back in town after six years romping around India making his fortune. Mari blames him for her social downfall and has spent all this time clawing her way back into the ton’s good graces. How dare he show up on his first day back and publicly embroil her in a bet involving long-awaited apologies, illicit kisses, and Lady Illston’s unruly parakeet? Mari is outraged, and is going to show him—and everyone else—what she’s made of. Little does she know, the unrepentant Lord Whitly has been dreaming of her all this time. Now he’ll do anything to win the wager—along with Mari’s heart.


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USA Today bestselling author Jade Lee has been crafting love stories since she first picked up a set of paper dolls. Ballgowns and rakish lords caught her attention early (thank you, Georgette Heyer), and her fascination with the Regency began. An author of more than 40 romance novels and winner of dozens of reader awards, she brings laughter into the sexy nights of England’s elite. Quirky characters and sexy banter are her hallmarks. Find out more at her website JadeLeeAuthor.com, or check out her wild contemporary half at www.KathyLyons.com.

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