Feature and Giveaway: Twice the Temptation by Beverley Kendall

Temptation is as old as Adam and Eve. Unfortunately, succumbing to it is as natural as breathing to the gentlemen in the haut ton. For prospective brides bent on fidelity, three of the ton's most ravishing beauties will help determine the faithful from the philanderers. What they hadn’t counted on was emotional entanglements…

Catherine Rutherford has been smitten with the sinfully handsome American, Lucas Beaumont, since their introduction the year before. And he appears just as enamored of her, for following his return to London he launches a seductive campaign to ensnare her heart and capture her hand in marriage. Never has Catherine been so confident in the outcome of a courtship…that is until she discovers her would-be groom proposed marriage to her sister first.

Although she and her twin share the same face, Catherine refuses to share a man’s affections much less be any woman’s substitute. With the aid of her twin and two friends, she challenges the man she loves to the ultimate test of fidelity. Posing as her heartbroken sister—who is really anything but—Catherine seeks his solace from an “unhappy marriage” and begins a tempestuous game of seduction where the true proof of his love lies in his ability to resist her charms.

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“Why then do you not want me to speak of the incidents?” he asked in a quiet rumble brimming with everything sexual and illicit.

“Why?” Catherine averted her gaze for the instant it took her to gather her composure and regain some of that legendary Rutherford pride. “Because it is unseemly, that is why. I fear you are forgetting, Mr. Beaumont, that I am a respectable young lady.” Though perhaps not as young as she used to be nor as respectable as most imagined. And if technically she was not a lady by birth then certainly by comportment—at least on the most part.

Mocking her were the embarrassing details of their encounters playing vividly in her mind. The kisses they had shared had been incendiary. And with it, the memories brought more heat…everywhere.

He closed the distance between them with two long strides, his eyes glittering a sexual hunger when his regard arrested on her mouth. The burning intensity of that look sent her belly plummeting to parts of her person that made her thighs warble and clench. She swallowed, careful not to look away from him this time. If she conveyed any sign of weakness, she was done for. She may as well strip naked and spread her legs for him now.

An image flashed. The heat emanating from her face could bake bread and roast an entire pig through and through.

“Is it unseemly for a young woman to afford a man the liberties you did me? It was more than a kiss,” he said in a low velvety voice.

Catherine nearly choked on her next breath and began swatting at the charged air between them as if the memory of the incident his words evoked could be cleared so easily. Dear Lord, she’d yet to rid her thoughts of her spread naked for his plundering. “I don’t know how the women in America comport themselves, Mr. Beaumont, but I assure you—”

“Believe me when I say, Miss Rutherford—” he drawled, mimicking the strident formality of her address, for they’d gone beyond Miss and Catherine “—they comport themselves much the same way as the women here in England. Do you need a reminder?”

Yes please. Insanity.

Where is your pride? Logic and reason.

The two opposing voices warred in a battle to the death.

He was enjoying great amusement at her expense. It was obvious he saw her as an easy mark, ready to spread her thighs for all and sundry. There would be no spreading of anything. She had, after all, succumbed to him once—twice before. That she didn’t make it a habit of permitting men such liberties was a fact he probably wouldn’t believe if she told him. And what would it matter anyway? It wasn’t as if he cared for her. He’d been gone a year only to appear out of the blue with lust in his eyes, subjecting her to memories that threatened her resolve. It certainly didn’t appear he’d been pining for her. Not that she’d pined for him. She had not. Certainly, he’d been in her thoughts and starred in many of her dreams, but she wouldn’t precisely call that pining.

“A couple of kisses does not an attraction make.” She endeavored to keep her voice crisp, her jaw firmly set, her mouth tight and her gaze as cool as a north England autumn breeze.

He dipped his head from his intimidating six foot one inch height. Before she could squeak her outrage, his lips nipped her right earlobe. A tiny little love bite that immediately flooded her core with moisture and longing.

Traitor. Insanity crowed at winning this battle.

“What does it make then?” he murmured, his voice throaty and low. “At the very least, a powerful attraction wouldn’t you agree” His lips then sought the place behind her ear that literally buckled her knees and had her clutching the lapels of his coat in an effort to remain upright. He caught her easily, pulling her tight against him until they were plastered from knee to shoulder.

“You mustn’t.” She said even as her head fell back to allow him full access to the line of her neck.

The war raged on but logic and reason were at a decided disadvantage. Insanity was crafty and had many weapons at its disposal.

Beverley discovered her love of books while growing up in, the then, small city of Barrie, Ontario Canada. With her love of books and romance, she always wished that everyone would find their happily ever after. Add in her love of London, England set in a period when ladies strived to be genteel and dresses could barely fit through doors, and it was obvious she could write nothing but historical romances.

As the mother of one too bright and mischievous young boy, she pulls full-time duty on all fronts. When she's not working full-time, mothering, writing or reading, she's probably sleeping and dreaming of a time when she'll have time for her favorite hobbies: knitting, crocheting and sewing.

Beverley has lived on two continents, in three countries, two provinces, and four states. She stopped her nomadic existence and settled in the southeast. All things artistic feed her creative passion, but none more than writing.

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