How to Play the Game of Love
by Harmony Williams
Ladies of Passion, #1
Publication Date: October 17, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance
Synopsis: He’s everything she thinks she doesn’t want.When Miss Rose Wellesley’s father threatens an arranged marriage, she knows she’d better settle on a choice quickly or end up having no say in who she marries. Fortunately, she’s garnered a rare invitation to Lady Dunlop’s “Week of Love” house party, an annual affair notorious for matchmaking. Her plans to expedite a proposal would go smoothly if not for the brash younger sister she must chaperone, her outspoken, disagreeable best friend, and the bullish Lord Hartfell who seems determined to dog her every step.
Lord Hartfell embodies every last thing Rose dislikes in a man. He’s domineering, tenacious, argumentative, and a little too casual with his nudity for her tastes. Worst of all, Rose can’t seem to get him—or his kisses—out of her mind.
Rose is determined to find a more appropriate husband, even if her heart disagrees with how unsuitable the stubborn lord is…
“Has anyone ever told you how wild you look when you’re aroused, Miss Wellesley?”
I gasped in affront. “I am not aroused.”
“No?” He smirked. He lowered his head. For one awful, thrilling moment, I feared he would kiss me. His lips traveled toward my ear instead. He whispered, “I have ways of proving that you are.”
I pressed my thighs together as his words shimmied over my skin to settle in the pit of my belly. I didn’t know those ways, but I didn’t care to find out. Not from him.
Intending to berate him, I turned my head. His mouth was so close, I brushed it with the corner of mine. The overwhelming sensitivity weakened my knees. I licked my lips.
He kissed me. His free hand cupped the back of my head, holding me steady. The sensation consumed me like a tempest.
In the next instant, he released me. Cool air drenched me. My head spun. He leaned back against the stable wall, spreading his arms wide. Even though I could only distinguish his silhouette, the sight of him branded itself on my memory.
“Pretend for a moment that you’re my fiancée. What would you do to me right now?”
I nibbled on my lower lip. I didn’t know what I wanted to do more—smack the smug smile off his face or kiss him senseless. “We aren’t engaged.”
“You aren’t very good at pretending, are you?”
To the contrary, I spent most of my days pretending to be a demure young lady of good breeding and no personality.
“How would you have greeted Captain Paine if he were here?”
Warren’s voice cut through the night air. I grinned. He was jealous. Did that mean he cared that he was here with me instead of another woman? The notion was surprisingly alluring. I took a step toward him, then another.
“If he were here, I would never do this.” I pressed myself against his body.
His breath hitched. He lowered his hands to my waist. They hovered, but didn’t touch.
I slid my hands up his chest and neck to tangle in his hair. My stomach flipped at my audacity. “It isn’t very ladylike, is it?” I tipped my face up to his. My breasts ached as I leaned against his chest. My lips throbbed with awareness. I’d never craved a kiss more.
“I don’t think he’d mind.”
“Of course he would. No gentleman wants an unladylike wife.”
His breath teased my lips as he leaned closer. He smelled like the red wine that had been served at supper. “Maybe you haven’t been attracted to the right men.”
Songs for Rose & Warren
- Pink – True Love
- Passenger – Let Her Go
- Three Days Grace – I Hate Everything About You
- Alessia Cara – Wild Things
- Demi Lovato – Confident
- Mariana’s Trench – This Means War
- Maroon 5 – One More Night
ABOUT HARMONY WILLIAMS
Harmony Williams has been living vicariously in Regency-era England since she discovered Jane Austen. Since time machines don’t yet exist, she’s had to make do with books—fictional and non-fictional. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have her nose stuck in a book, she likes to drink tea and spend time with her 90-lb lapdog. A feminist, she writes stories about strong women and the men who support them as equals.