The Unrepentant Rake
A sequel novella to The Wanton Governess
Cover art copyright 2011 by Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
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Beatrix March chose to be a governess rather than let an overbearing husband rule her. Although she never intends to marry, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy a man's...company —especially when tempted by notorious rake Simon Carling.
Little does she know that this rake is in the mood to wed...and when Simon wants something, he will go to outrageous lengths to get it! Buy Now! Harlequin Amazon Barnes & Noble Books-a-Million 
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Here's an excerpt from The Unrepentant Rake
Cover art copyright 2011 by Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
Setup:
For years, a sacred relic has helped governess Beatrix March avoid marriage. When it’s stolen by one of her pupils, she searches for it in the middle of the night and has to climb out a window to avoid getting caught.
Excerpt:
Now what was she to do? She turned in the cramped width of the balcony and looked down. She couldn’t possibly jump that far. She would have to wait until they had all fallen asleep again and break the window to unlock it, and if someone heard her…
‘Miss March!’ She would recognize that sly male voice anywhere. She glanced about. Where was he?
‘Beneath you,’ said Simon Carling, stepping out from behind a bush.
‘Thank God,’ she breathed. ‘I’m in such a fix.’
‘So I see,’ he mocked. ‘A respectable guest would immediately wake the master of the household, since you are plainly up to no good.’
‘Hush!’ she hissed. ‘You’re not respectable, and we both know it. Help me, for heaven’s sake.’
‘I should be delighted.’ He paused. ‘At a price.’
Footsteps sounded in the room behind her, and candlelight flickered. Mr. Carling disappeared behind the bush again, and Beatrix held her breath. The footsteps died away.
‘What do you want?’ she whispered.
‘What are you willing to give?’
She hesitated. Through the window came Eudora’s sleepy voice and one of the maids replying. She’d be stuck out here all night if she didn’t accept Simon’s help.
Temptation uncurled inside her like a lush, red rosebud. He was a Bad Man without the slightest interest in marriage—the perfect choice for a woman who recoiled from marriage as well. She might never have such a chance again.
‘Anything you like,’ she whispered recklessly.
‘Anything?’ he said.
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For years, a sacred relic has helped governess Beatrix March avoid marriage. When it’s stolen by one of her pupils, she searches for it in the middle of the night and has to climb out a window to avoid getting caught.
Excerpt:
Now what was she to do? She turned in the cramped width of the balcony and looked down. She couldn’t possibly jump that far. She would have to wait until they had all fallen asleep again and break the window to unlock it, and if someone heard her…
‘Miss March!’ She would recognize that sly male voice anywhere. She glanced about. Where was he?
‘Beneath you,’ said Simon Carling, stepping out from behind a bush.
‘Thank God,’ she breathed. ‘I’m in such a fix.’
‘So I see,’ he mocked. ‘A respectable guest would immediately wake the master of the household, since you are plainly up to no good.’
‘Hush!’ she hissed. ‘You’re not respectable, and we both know it. Help me, for heaven’s sake.’
‘I should be delighted.’ He paused. ‘At a price.’
Footsteps sounded in the room behind her, and candlelight flickered. Mr. Carling disappeared behind the bush again, and Beatrix held her breath. The footsteps died away.
‘What do you want?’ she whispered.
‘What are you willing to give?’
She hesitated. Through the window came Eudora’s sleepy voice and one of the maids replying. She’d be stuck out here all night if she didn’t accept Simon’s help.
Temptation uncurled inside her like a lush, red rosebud. He was a Bad Man without the slightest interest in marriage—the perfect choice for a woman who recoiled from marriage as well. She might never have such a chance again.
‘Anything you like,’ she whispered recklessly.
‘Anything?’ he said.
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Amazon
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Text copyright 2010-2012 by Barbara Monajem. Cover art Copyright 2010-2012 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books, S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved.
