About the book: Sexy, provocative & enticing.
Vivian pasted a demure smile on her face and forced herself back out of the room to return to
the party. She’d barely stepped out of the door before coming to an abrupt halt as an incredibly
handsome man practically melted out of the shadows across the hall, his dark eyes fixed on her.
Everything about him was dark, from his black hair, to his eyes, to the nearly unrelieved black
suit he was wearing. It was far too formal for a breakfast, and yet it suited him. The stark white
of his collar and the char-coal grey of his cravat were the only variations of color in his attire. He
was intimidatingly attractive, with broad, muscular shoulders and a strong jawline, and wreathed
in an aura of confidence. Everything about him screamed danger to a young, unwed innocent
like Vivian. A voice in her head called for her to run, but she stood there, as if her slippers had
nailed themselves to the floor.
“Hello there,” he said, his voice deep and almost hypnotic.
Vivian looked back and forth down the hall, unsure of how to respond. They hadn’t been
properly introduced, after all, and she was sure this was exactly the kind of man her mother had
warned her not to be caught alone with. Young ladies’ reputations were so easily ruined — just
talking to him alone could be the end of her before she’d even debuted. Her heart pounded so
hard it felt like the organ might burst from her chest, and yet it wasn’t just from fear. She also felt
She focused on him again, folding her hands in front of her and twisting her fingers together
“Good morning,” she said softly, trying to keep her trembling in check. She glanced up and
down the hallway. “If you’re waiting for someone, the retiring room is empty.”
“I think I might have been waiting for you,” he said, his voice sounding almost contemplative.
Vivian’s breath caught in her throat as he stepped forward. She trembled, she quivered, but she
didn’t run. He approached her slowly, studying her, and she stared back at him, completely
entranced. When he reached out towards her face, she froze. Two fingers pressed against the
bottom of her chin, tipping her face up.
He was so close she could see his eyes weren’t actually black; they were grey with hints of
green flecks in them. He stared at her so intensely, she felt as if he could see into her very soul.
She wondered if she’d fainted and this was some kind of dream she’d somehow stepped into.
“Are you a good girl, my dear?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: GOLDEN ANGEL is a self-described bibliophile with a kinky side who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. She is happily married, old enough to know better (but still too young to care), and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.
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