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England 1814 Cold. Ruthless. Fast. Confident. It’s what they all say about Lady Beatryce Beckett. And they’re right, to some extent. She’ll do anything to get what she wants. She has her reasons. And she has no regrets. But to find herself under the protection and command of the Marquess of Dansbury is the worst. It’s intolerable, despite the particular pleasure she takes in provoking him. Despite the deadly assassins after them. Lord, save her from charming, heroic men… Especially ones that make her feel dangerous, possessive, hot… Strong. Charismatic. Amiable. Optimistic. It’s what they all say about the Marquess of Dansbury. And it’s all true. It’s what makes him an excellent Agent for the Crown, a duty at which he excels and enjoys. Until now. When he finds himself tasked with protecting the one woman in the world he actively disdains: Lady Beatryce Beckett, a deceitful witch who manages to bring out the worst in him with shrewd precision. Lord save him a woman like her. A woman who makes him feel irrational, savage, ablaze… A woman who has: Fire beneath her ice. Honor beneath her deceit. And a fearlessness that is infuckingtolerable to a man who is falling in love…
Author
Amy Quinton writes humorous historicals with heat, often from her back porch in Summerville, South Carolina but sometimes with her BFF at the kitchen table. And only when her dog and three cats allow. (She’s guilty of spoiling them horribly.) She’s susceptible to shiny things, soft things, leather, trips to the thrift store, Whisky, tattoos, witchy things, Bunco with her Bitches, and men in kilts (particularly her husband)-but not necessarily in that order. She adores her children (most of the time), finds a lot of humor being married to a Brit (usually), cusses (probably more than she should), and loves to read and write romance (always). When she finds the time, she loves to crochet, knit, and make jewelry. And longs to travel to the UK every chance she gets.
