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Knight Miscellany, Book 7: HIS WICKED KISSFrom emerald jungles to the high seas to the glittering ballrooms of Regency London, beloved author Gaelen Foley tells a sweeping, sensual tale of the ruggedly handsome Lord Jack Knight and the passionate beauty who lays claim to his heart.
An English rose blooming in the untamed jungles of South America, Eden Farraday lives a life of independence–unheard of for a lady–with her doctor–turned–scientist father. But Eden misses England desperately. When the dangerous and darkly charming Lord Jack Knight sails into her life, she seizes her chance to return to civilization, stowing away aboard his London–bound ship. Roguish and charismatic, a self–made shipping tycoon with a shadowy past and a well–guarded heart, Jack is sailing on a vital secret mission. When the redheaded temptress is discovered aboard his vessel, he reacts with fury—and undeniable lust. Forced to protect her from his rough crew, the devilish Lord Jack demands a scandalous price in exchange for Eden’s safe passage across the sea. As his wicked kiss ignites an unforgettable blaze of passion between them, Jack and Eden confront a soul–searing love that cannot be denied. |
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"Always fabulous."--Julia Quinn, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author
REVIEWS Top Pick! 4 1/2 stars & K.I.S.S. Award! ~ "This is adventure romance at its best, a mix of Indiana Jones and Pirates of the Caribbean that stirs you and leaves you sighing with satisfaction."—Romantic Times Bookreviews "Superb regency romance. The keys to this superb regency romance are the relationship between the lead couple that Gaelen Foley deftly maneuvers and the need to know what turned Jack from an aristocrat to a scoundrel (with a conscience). The fast-paced story line is character driven as Jack begins to change due to his falling in love (though in fairness his "goodness" is part of him as he supports the rebel cause in South America for more than just silver). Sub-genre fans will want to read this fine tale for to not would be a fool's folly."—Harriet Klausner "In the seventh installment of the Knight Miscellany series, a high seas adventure, Foley is deft as ever. This Regency romance begins in the jungles of Venezuela, where British native Eden Farraday lives with her father, Dr. Victor Farraday, as he looks for medicinal plants—but she pines for London, the company of "normal people" and the chance to find a husband. When her father reneges on his promise to return to England, Eden finds her own way out of the jungle. Rakish Lord Jack Knight—the black sheep of the Knight family—is boating down the river, after a meeting with Bolivar's rebels, when he encounters Eden. He refuses to take her aboard his London-bound ship, but undaunted, Eden rows down the river after him and stows away. When Jack discovers Eden, he installs her in his cabin for his own amusement; contrary to his intention, he becomes infatuated, and their relationship begins to break down Jack's hardened facade. Foley maintains the delicious tension between Jack and Eden throughout; that, along with the mystery of Jack's past, propels the novel (following One Night of Sin) to an exciting conclusion."—Publisher's Weekly "HIS WICKED KISS, the seventh book in the Knight Miscellany series, takes readers to an exotic location while merging a powerful romance within it. Ms. Foley captures the atmosphere of the steaming jungle, as well as the dangerous sea journey, and provides a page-turning read." —Fresh Fiction "I was blown away by this novel. Not only will Jack, the soul wounded pirate, always have a special place in my heart, but the setting and adventure of the novel were thrilling. Foley takes us from the heart of the jungle and a South America rebel upraising to a high sea adventure to the ballrooms of Regency London. Each picture she paints is more stunning than the last and left me yearning to marry a pirate too!"—Rakehell "Compelling, absorbing and a delicious smorgasbord of different settings and characters, HIS WICKED KISS is another nimble writing adventure from Gaelen Foley." —Romance Junkies "His Wicked Kiss is a delightful novel; I was swept away with the passion, the setting, and the characters. It's a richly rewarding novel for any Gaelen Foley fan that like me sat and waited patiently for this day to come." —Laurel, The Historical Romance Society "I loved this book! Interesting and historically accurate down to the last button, it is a rollicking read. The characters’ behaviors and personalities fit the time and were incredibly realistic and easy to relate to. Following along as Eden continues to trump Jack’s cards made for very enjoyable reading. His confusion about how to deal with his “wild jungle flower” was amusing to say the least. The romance is hot and sensual, as well as believable, which is important for this reader when it comes to historical romance. I highly recommend this book to all who enjoy regency romance!" —Coffee Time Romance |
Excerpt
Eden made a note on where she had found the orchids, doing her best to shield her paper from the rain. The little capuchin monkey observing her from a nearby crook of the great tree swiveled his head and went motionless, peering upriver for a second.
Suddenly, the capuchin let out a warning screech and fled up into his leafy towers. Eden froze, scanning the branches around her and praying she did not see an early-waking jaguar.
Her heart pounding, she listened in fright for any sound above the soft, steady patter of the rain on the leaves and searched the surrounding canopy, knowing full well the animal’s spotted coat made it almost impossible to see until it was too late. She was trying to decide if it was better to be eaten there on the branch or to tumble into the river below, when suddenly, she heard voices.
Male voices, many in number.
And they were speaking English!
Turning to stare in the direction the capuchin had first looked, she now beheld a most astonishing sight.
People!
A squat, tubby river boat pulling a barge piled with timber was emerging slowly from around the river bend.
Whatever are they doing here? she wondered as she stared with excitement bubbling up in her veins. Never mind that! This could be the opportunityshe had been praying for.
As the boat drifted closer, she studied the rough-looking men at the rails and lounging under the canvas shade on deck. Admittedly, they did not look like a promising lot, resembling so many pirates.
Many were shirtless in the heat, their swarthy hides tattooed and sinewy. Hope rose, however, when she noticed a young blond man striding toward the prow.
Unlike the others, he was quite fully dressed, though perhaps slightly wilted in the damp jungle heat. He seemed unwilling to be daunted by it. With his gentlemanly cravat in good order, cuffed white shirt sleeves neatly fashioned in self-conscious propriety, and ebony knee-boots, he looked like a proud and very correct young officer.
Her heart fluttered. Gracious, he was the handsomest creature she had seen in ages . . . until, following his progress, her gaze came to rest on the magnificent man that the younger fellow now joined at the rails.
An indescribable awe--or fascination--came over her as she stared at their kingly leader. She had studied animals long enough to be able to pick out in an instant which was the dominant male, and there was no question whatsoever that he was it.
Suddenly, the capuchin let out a warning screech and fled up into his leafy towers. Eden froze, scanning the branches around her and praying she did not see an early-waking jaguar.
Her heart pounding, she listened in fright for any sound above the soft, steady patter of the rain on the leaves and searched the surrounding canopy, knowing full well the animal’s spotted coat made it almost impossible to see until it was too late. She was trying to decide if it was better to be eaten there on the branch or to tumble into the river below, when suddenly, she heard voices.
Male voices, many in number.
And they were speaking English!
Turning to stare in the direction the capuchin had first looked, she now beheld a most astonishing sight.
People!
A squat, tubby river boat pulling a barge piled with timber was emerging slowly from around the river bend.
Whatever are they doing here? she wondered as she stared with excitement bubbling up in her veins. Never mind that! This could be the opportunityshe had been praying for.
As the boat drifted closer, she studied the rough-looking men at the rails and lounging under the canvas shade on deck. Admittedly, they did not look like a promising lot, resembling so many pirates.
Many were shirtless in the heat, their swarthy hides tattooed and sinewy. Hope rose, however, when she noticed a young blond man striding toward the prow.
Unlike the others, he was quite fully dressed, though perhaps slightly wilted in the damp jungle heat. He seemed unwilling to be daunted by it. With his gentlemanly cravat in good order, cuffed white shirt sleeves neatly fashioned in self-conscious propriety, and ebony knee-boots, he looked like a proud and very correct young officer.
Her heart fluttered. Gracious, he was the handsomest creature she had seen in ages . . . until, following his progress, her gaze came to rest on the magnificent man that the younger fellow now joined at the rails.
An indescribable awe--or fascination--came over her as she stared at their kingly leader. She had studied animals long enough to be able to pick out in an instant which was the dominant male, and there was no question whatsoever that he was it.
