He’s not ready to give up on the plucky Lady Helen,
especially when he discovers that she has secrets of her own…
especially when he discovers that she has secrets of her own…
Sweet Scandal
Heart's Temptation, #4
Heart's Temptation, #4
by Scarlett Scott
Released May 9th 2017
Self-Published
Self-Published
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . SWEET SCANDAL
(Heart’s Temptation, #4) . . . What a read. This one came out of nowhere for
me. Wam right into me. I so enjoyed this one. I could not put it down. I was in
tending on just getting me feet wet and she what this author had to offer me. I
was net expecting to look up and hours had pasted and I was close to finishing
the read. American in England and buying a paper. The harsh American had no idea
how to talk to a lady let alone the decency to give her the respect she was
due. She was just in his way. Lady Helen had to find out what was going on with
her paper. And some rude American was in her way.
Neither
of the two realizing the truth of their encounter. The whole joy of this read
was to see the encounters between these two characters. It was just so fun.
Sucking up one encounter to get to the next. This was what I needed. I polished
off this read quickly and look forward to going to read the first three of this
series. Not out of need, but out of desire to see more of Scarlett Scott’s
work. I ready to gobble down the next one with just as much enjoyment.
Heart’s Temptation series:
A Mad
Passion – Heart’s Temptation, #1
Rebel
Love – Heart’s Temptation, #2
Reckless
Need – Heart’s Temptation, #3
Sweet
Scandal – Heart’s Temptation, #4
Blurb
Not the average lady
Lady
Helen Harrington is a spinster by choice. She hasn’t any desire to entangle
herself in romantic nonsense. Instead, she prefers to spend her time
championing the causes nearest to her heart through writing articles for the
London Beacon. When a ruthless American tycoon suddenly buys the struggling
paper with plans to turn it into a business journal, Lady Helen isn’t about to
stand idly by or put down her pen. Even if the ruthless tycoon in question
happens to be the most maddeningly handsome man she’s ever met in her life.
Not
the average man
Levi
Storm built his empire the hard way, spending years working his way out of the
slums where he grew up. He won’t allow a spoiled aristocrat like Lady Helen to
interfere with his plans to further his brand with the newspaper he’s just
acquired. It doesn’t matter how lovely she is or how persuasive her arguments
or how perfectly she fits in his arms.
One
sweet scandal
When
scandal looms and Helen discovers a shocking secret about Levi, she does what
she must to protect herself. But Levi isn’t the sort of man who admits defeat,
and he’s not ready to give up on the plucky Lady Helen, especially when he
discovers that she has secrets of her own…
Everything
sounded as if it were very far away, carried to her on a lush summer breeze.
Maybe she should not have consumed quite so much champagne. She’d lost count of
how many flutes she’d drained over the course of the ball. Good heavens, had it
been more than five? A fresh wave of dizziness assailed her and she stumbled
against his powerful, lean frame. He smelled divine, she thought fuzzily.
“Come,”
he ordered, ushering her hastily away.
She
collected her thoughts enough to protest. “Where are you taking me?”
He
couldn’t simply escort her out of the ballroom and into a private room.
Propriety certainly didn’t allow such a thing. She ought not to allow such a thing. Would not if it weren’t for
the spinning of her head. As it stood, she was ineffectual as a fly at the
moment.
“Hush.”
He steered her around a tittering countess and a footman bearing a tray of
champagne flutes.
“But—”
“My
lady, hush.”
“Someone
will see.”
“No
one will notice. Everyone here is either far too inebriated or preoccupied.”
Casting
a quick look about, he led her from the ballroom, down the hall, and into
another chamber. As the door closed at their backs, stifling the cacophony of
sound from the ballroom beyond, Helen realized they were in Jesse’s study.
Alone. Still dizzied, she clutched Mr. Storm’s arm. “We are in our host’s
private study. We cannot be here together.”
“Jesse
won’t mind,” he assured her, guiding her to an overstuffed chair and easing her
into it. He sank to his knees before her, his expression for once unguarded.
“Are you unwell, my lady?”
He
was concerned. A strange, new warmth stole over her. The world came back into
crisp focus but her heart hammered furiously against her breast. She still felt
off-kilter, almost as though she were out of her own skin, almost as if she
were giddy.
Oh
dear. He was before her like a knight of old, so striking and elegant, so
unlike the arrogant stranger who had unceremoniously removed her from his
offices the day they’d met. This Mr. Storm was different. Or maybe she was
different. Or the night was different. Or she was hopelessly, thoroughly in her
cups. She didn’t know which.
“I
am fine,” she forced herself to say. “I daresay I sampled too much of the
champagne this evening and that is all.”
“You
don’t seem fine, my lady.” He frowned. His hands bracketed her skirts, near
enough to her that he almost touched her, and the thought of those big hands of
his on her made her quite weak. “Can I fetch you something? Some water,
perhaps? Some ice?”
She
licked lips that had suddenly gone dry. “There is nothing I need other than for
you to return me to the ball. This is quite scandalous, sir. If someone should
come upon us, it would cause us no end of trouble.”
“No
one will come upon us. I’ve locked the door.”
His
casual pronouncement did wicked things to her body that she was sure had
everything to do with the blasted champagne. The door was locked. No one could
disturb them or happen upon them. They were free to do what they chose.
Yes,
she was in her cups alright, she had to be. There was no other reason for her
to lean forward, set her palms upon Mr. Storm’s shoulders, and press her mouth
to his. No other reason save for the fact that she had been thinking about him
all day, about how he had touched and kissed her, how he had made her feel, how
he had wanted her in his bed. She kissed him just for the feeling of his mouth
upon hers once more, because she couldn’t help herself, because she couldn’t not.
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Award-winning author Scarlett Scott writes
contemporary and historical romance with heat, heart, and happily ever afters.
Since publishing her first book in 2010, she has become a wife, mother to
adorable identical twins and one TV-loving dog, and a killer karaoke singer.
Well, maybe not the last part, but that’s what she’d like to think.
A self-professed literary junkie and nerd, she loves
reading anything but especially romance novels, poetry, and Middle English
verse. When she’s not reading, writing, wrangling toddlers, or camping, you can
catch up with her on her website.
Hearing from readers never fails to make her day.
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