What
a Wallflower Wants
Bad
Boys & Wallflowers # 3
By: Maya Rodale
Releasing September 30th, 2014
Avon
In the
third novel in Maya Rodale’s charming Wallflower series, London’s Least Likely
to Be Caught in a Compromising Position finds temptation in a devilishly
handsome stranger . . .Miss Prudence Merryweather Payton has a secret.
Everyone knows that she’s the only graduate from her finishing school to remain unwed on her fourth season-but no one knows why. With her romantic illusions shattered after being compromised against her will, Prudence accepts a proposal even though her betrothed is not exactly a knight in shining armor. When he cowardly pushes her out of their stagecoach to divert a highwayman, she vows never to trust another man again.
John Roark, Viscount Castleton, is nobody’s hero.
He’s a blue-eyed charmer with a mysterious past and ambitious plans for his future-that do not include a wife. When he finds himself stranded at a country inn with a captivating young woman, a delicate dance of seduction ensues. He knows he should keep his distance. And he definitely shouldn’t start falling in love with her.
When Prudence’s dark past comes back to haunt her, John must protect her-even though he risks revealing his own secrets that could destroy his future.
EXCERPT
Prue
forced her breath to be even. In. Out. In. Out. She willed her heart to beat in
a steady rhythm as she tried to reclaim power over her emotions and
fears. Castleton’s gaze settled on her face. She peered up at him. This time
she really looked at him focusing on his mouth, which was firm, sensual and
smiling encouragingly. It wasn’t like The Beast’s tight and cruel smile. The
memory of that made her stomach ache and her palms dampen. Everything about
Castleton was different. His blue eyes had darkened in the candlelight. That
friendly sparkle had been replaced with something darker. In spite of her
efforts, her heart began to race. This was a mistake. She wasn’t ready for
this. Her limbs tensed. Her lungs started to tighten and she couldn’t quite
breathe. “Are you having fun yet?” Castleton asked her affectionately.Her gaze
flew up to his. Ah, those eyes. Knowing. Dark. “It’d be rude to say no,
wouldn’t it?” he murmured. “So you won’t say anything. How about now?” “I can’t
explain what this is making me feel,” she said, her voice breathless. But, for
two eighths of life, she wanted to make it through one dance. “Tell me,” he
urged. “I hardly know you,” she said. She couldn’t even explain it to her best
friends, because she hadn’t even told them what had happened to traumatize her.
“I was born and raised in at Castlemore Court in Yorkshire. I’ve read over
three hundred books. My sister’s name is Martha. I spend an inordinate amount
of time traveling around the countryside, playing cards and wagering. I’m on a
winning streak. And I hate turnips.”
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