A tormented marquis. A vivacious vixen. A deadly foe.
Dragged to London for a Season, Blythe Culpepper is dismayed to learn her guardian has enlisted the devilishly attractive Lord Leventhorpe—the one man she detests—to assist with her launch into Polite Society. Since their first encounter, hostile looks and cutting retorts abound whenever they meet. Still, she cannot deny the way her body reacts when he’s near.
Tristan, the austere and controlled Marquis of Leventhorpe, usually avoids social gatherings. So why, against his better judgement, does he agree to aid his closest friend in presenting the Culpeppers to Society? Might it be because one particular fascinating Culpepper Miss stirs more than his interest? Blythe taxes him to his limits with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Yet, he cannot deny the beauty captivates him like no other.
However, when a past enemy comes calling, using Blythe to settle old scores, Tristan must decide if restoring his family’s tarnished honor—something he’s worked toward for years—is more important than winning the heart of the woman he’s come to love.
You’ll want to read this heart-warming enemies to lovers Regency historical by a USA Today bestselling author in one sitting! Journey with Tristan and Blythe as they risk all to protect each other.
If you enjoy reading strong heroine, sister series, romantic comedies, and redeemed rake love stories with a pinch of mystery & suspense, a dash of humor, gripping emotion, and a naughty dog, then you’ll adore Collette Cameron’s captivating THE BLUE ROSE REGENCY ROMANCES: THE CULPEPPER MISSES. Buy THE MARQUIS AND THE VIXEN and settle into your favorite reading nook for a page-turning, entertaining Regency England world adventure you can’t put down.
Though this book can easily be read as a stand-alone, most readers prefer to read the series in order.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / HistoricalNight Owl Reviews Top Pick
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His gaze riveted upon her mouth, tension tightened his lips.
He had the most beautifully sculpted mouth she’d ever noticed, and that included the Greek gods from last night’s ball. Were Lord Leventhorpe’s as warm and firm and tasty as they appeared?
What the blazes did Mr. Burlington’s lips look like? Did he have lips? He must, of course.
A wheel sank into a hole with bone-jarring force, abruptly interrupting Blythe’s mental rambling and pitching her and Lord Leventhorpe headfirst. His hat flew from his head as he tumbled from his seat onto his knees and reflexively wrapped his arms around her to keep her from plunging to the floor.
With a yelp of outraged surprise, Freddy bumped into Blythe’s back, somehow managing to scramble onto the seat.
Their faces mere inches apart, Blythe couldn’t haul her gaze from the glinting specks in Lord Leventhorpe’s eyes. His focus sank to her lips, and his pupils shrank to pin pricks.
Would he kiss her?
Did she want him to?
Illogically, yes.
Breath suspended, she remained perfectly motionless. Waiting.
Lowering his head, he tightened his embrace an instant before his lips whispered across hers.
They taste even better than they look.
A brilliant light burst behind her eyes, and every bone in her body turned molten. She clutched his lapels certain if she let go, she’d slither to the floor.
He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and sighing, she readily capitulated and parted her mouth, eager to taste more of him.
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