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Dorchester/Leisure
October 2003
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What is a proper English lady to do when a pirate moves next door? Add the newly titled viscount to her list of possible suitors? Take his wildly eccentric young daughter under her wing? Let the outlandish rogue kiss her with wild abandon? As everyday etiquette offers no guidance, Alexandra Alastair simply sets aside her tea and follows her instincts -- whether that involves rescuing her new neighbor from hanging, fending off pirate hunters, plotting against aristocratic spies, or succumbing to a little passionate plundering. Forget propriety! No challenge is too great and no pleasure too wicked, for Grayson Finley promises the adventure of a lifetime.

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A sudden grin split Grayson's face. He placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned to her. His hot breath touched her mouth. She was reminded of the taste of him when he kissed her on his bedroom floor. Wild, exotic, heady--male. It had been so satisfying. It was satisfying now. 
 
"Then I will simply have to stop you asking questions." He closed the inch of space between them and brushed his tongue--the lightest touch--over her lips.

Alexandra gasped. The place where his tongue touched burned like the hottest flame, a single point of raw heat. She fought to steady herself and searched desperately for somewhere to rest her nervous gaze. The only thing before her was his open shirt, his tanned chest, his sandpaper chin. The place her husband had been rumored to like bare became suddenly moist and hot.

She cleared her throat and called upon her haughtiest blue-blooded tones. "Sir, you take a liberty."

"No. I licked you. A liberty is a kiss."

"Is it?" She stared at him in confusion. "I do not think there is much difference."

He bent to her again. "You taste like honey."

"You still must be out of your head, my lord. Relieved to find yourself alive."

"Perhaps a bit."

"You ought to rest, then. You will feel much more yourself in the morning."

He smoothed a lock of hair from her cheek, drawing fire with his touch. "You should rest, too, Mrs. Alastair. You have had quite a night."