It takes two to make a scandal…
THE SCANDAL OF IT ALL
The Rogue Files #2
Sophie Jordan
Releasing July 25, 2017
Avon Books
It
takes two to make a scandal…
What kind of woman ventures
into London’s most notorious pleasure club? An outsider like Graciela, the
Duchess of Autenberry, snubbed time and time again by society because of her
Spanish roots. Ela longs to take a lover for a single, wild night, and within
the walls of Sodom there are gentlemen to suit every forbidden taste. If only
she were not so drawn to the smoldering Lord Strickland…a dangerous man who
sees beyond her mask, and could ruin her reputation with a mere whisper.
Lord Strickland never permitted himself to fantasize about the sultry,
off-limits lady, but then he never expected to find Ela in a place so wicked, looking
for what he’s more than too happy to give. She may not be to the ton’s
taste, but she suits him perfectly. First, however, he must convince her to
trust in this dangerous desire—and in the promise of forever unleashed by one
wild, scandalous night.
“This is no place for
you.”
She bristled. She
imagined he would not say the same thing to a man her age. Was she so very old
and matronly that
he did not think she had any right to be here?
Undoubtedly he
consigned her to a certain category in his mind. A certain sexless
category tantamount to nuns and grandmothers.
“I’ve every right to
be here—”
“Oh, do you? Well, if
you feel so very entitled to be here, then by all means, step out into that corridor
and greet your stepson.”
His words struck her
like a slap.
He moved away from
the door, grasped the latch and started to pull it open.
She squeaked and
threw herself against him, flattening him into the door and shutting it again with
a swift thud.
“No! Don’t do that.”
Her breath escaped in hard pants that got lost somewhere in the vicinity of his
chest. That’s how tall he was. Her nose was directly level with his throat.
Even in the shadows she could detect the thrumming pulse at his throat. Taller
than average herself, she had always appreciated a tall man.
Her gaze flicked up
to his eyes. He watched her, holding himself utterly still. Against her. Bodies
flush. Hearts beating in cadence.
It was unnerving to
say the least . . . and yet for the life of her she couldn’t step back and peel
herself off him. She couldn’t stop staring into those pale gray-blue eyes that
looked at her with angry emotion—another first. He’d always been so polite and
proper with her. A perfectly circumspect gentleman.
His fierce expression
and intense eyes mesmerized her. She moistened her lips and his gaze followed
the movement. The blue of his eyes seemed to darken a shade—or maybe it was simply
the dim lighting of the room? His stare dropped even lower.
A quick glance down
reminded her of the indecent cut of her gown. Pressed against him like this,
the tops of her breasts swelled above the neckline. She felt the heat of her
blush start in her face and then watched as red crept downward over her dusky
mounds.
Involuntarily, her
nipples pebbled inside her corset.
She gasped. Even
though he couldn’t know and he couldn’t possibly feel her body’s betrayal
(with
him of all men!), she lurched back.
Now, with a few feet
of space between them, their gazes locked for an interminable moment. Her heart
beat harder and faster in her too-tight chest. A chest that only seconds ago
pressed intimately against him. Her nipples still throbbed, as though she still
felt the pressure of his body against her.
At the thought of his
body, she raked him with a quick glance, imagining that hard body of his . . .
the pressure of it covering her—She reined in her scandalous imagination with a
firm yank.
The heat scoring her
cheeks burned hotter. She inhaled. It was simply being here, in this house of
iniquity, that made her think such wholly unacceptable thoughts. About Lord Strickland,
of all people. He was her stepson’s best friend—a longtime family friend. Even
if he weren’t too young for her (and he was!), he was absolutely inappropriate
as a candidate for dalliances.
It was not only
unseemly . . . It was perverse of her to even entertain such notions. He would
likely be horrified if he knew.
Sophie
Jordan grew
up in the Texas hill country where she wove fantasies of dragons, warriors, and
princesses. A former high school English teacher, she’s the New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling author of more than twenty
novels. She now lives in Houston with her family. When she’s not writing, she
spends her time overloading on caffeine (lattes preferred), talking plotlines
with anyone who will listen (including her kids), and cramming her DVR with
anything that has a happily ever after. You can visit her website for more information.
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