Lady Megan Saxton will do anything"naughty if necessary"not to marry the drunken lord her grandmother selected. But when she thinks she’s trapped herself a duke, will a mistake in identity have her falling in love with the man who put her family in financial ruins?

Clever Scoundrel, Edmund Knight will stop at nothing to take back the deed to his goldmine that has been stolen. When his enemy’s daughter mistakes him for someone else, his plans change. Now he’s after her virginity.

REVIEW

5-Hearts! Phyllis Campbell has certainly made a great contribution to the historical genre and will no doubt be a raising star among its already twinkling heaven. This reviewer strongly recommends all lovers of historical romance to get this book, sit back for a few hours and escape into a world of swishing skirts, rogues, gentlemen and saucy ladies.

Reviewed by: Valerie / Love Romances
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EXCERPT

Edmund settled in his chair and picked up the deck of cards. Everything was falling perfectly into place. Surprisingly, she hadn't noticed his cheating, but that, too, was part of his seduction. Now as the game was almost finished, it was his turn to win. Once she forfeited, he'd have her soft body against his as he lavished her mouth with kisses.

She wouldn't fight. The way she'd ogled his body let him know she thought about touching it, almost as much as he wanted to touch hers. She was a well-trained seductress. Well skilled at playing the innocent.

He shuffled and dealt out the correct amount of cards, making certain she couldn't win. Megan looked at her cards. By her sorrowful expression, the realization of having a bad hand was starting to settle in.

The firelight behind her tinted the red in her auburn hair, which contrasted her pale face. Yes, she definitely didn't have the impassive countenance required for gambling. She wasn't gifted at deceit, at least at cards. So different from her father. But in time, Saxton's bad seed would rub off on his daughter.

For a moment, a pang of guilt pierced his chest. Perhaps he should have given her a full house. But when he imagined her soft hands upon his bare chest, he dismissed the idea.

She lifted her gaze and smiled through her saddened expression. "I would like three cards, please." She slid the three she wanted to exchange across the table.

He nodded and gave her three. "And I'll take one." He lay his cards face up on the table. "I have four Jacks. What do you have?"

She sighed with a frown, her shoulders wilting as she placed her cards on the table. "I have two eights and two sixes and a King."

He chuckled. "I'm relieved to see you're off your winning streak." He widened his grin. "What will you forfeit?"

She tapped her fingernail on the table for a moment, before her face brightened and she reached to her lap, pulling up his shirt.

"I'll give you back your shirt."