Release Blitz & Giveaway: A Scoundrel by Moonlight – Anna Campbell

About A SCOUNDREL BY MOONLIGHT

Anything can happen in the moonlight . . . 

Justice. That’s all Nell Trim wants-for her sister and for the countless other young women the Marquess of Leath has ruined with his wildly seductive ways. Now she has a bold plan to take him down . . . as long as she can resist the scoundrel’s temptations herself. 

From the moment Nell meets James Fairbrother, the air positively sizzles. Yet for all his size and power, there’s something amazingly tender in his touch. Could he really be such a depraved rogue? The only way to find out is to beat the devil at his own game . . . one tempting kiss at a time.

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Leath leaned his hips against the draining board, studying Miss Trim. Nell. Eleanor.

She looked tired and jumpy. And beautiful. Her dress was damp and stained after helping Crane and a streak of dirt marked her lovely face. A strand of silvery blond hair escaped her daunting coiffure and dangled onto her breast. His hands curled against the cold stone bench behind him as he fought the urge to tug the pins away and see her hair tumbling around her like moonlight.

Two nights ago, she’d given him too much.

She hadn’t given him enough.

“Thank you for your help.”

“I told you—I’ve done a lot of nursing.”

Lit to spellbinding shadow in the turned-down lamps, she stood on the flagstones. Her stance betrayed uncertainty and her eyes were suspicious. She was always suspicious. He was devilish tired of it.

He glanced down at his filthy boots. Selsby would haul him over the coals for the state of his clothes once he finally made it upstairs. “So you really are an orphan.”

She stiffened, hostility replacing uncertainty. “Why would I lie?”

He fixed his gaze on her. “I don’t know.”

Pink tinged her cheeks and she avoided his eyes. Was that because she was a liar, or because she was a respectable woman alone with the man who had taken liberties? As always with Miss Trim, he wasn’t sure of anything.

“My mother was ill for months before she passed away.” She sent him a look which felt significant. He had no idea why. “And my sister Dorothy died a few months ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.” She seemed to expect a stronger reaction. Again, he sensed that there were levels of meaning here that he missed.

“Your father was a soldier?”

“I’m surprised you remember that.” She didn’t sound pleased.

“Of course I remember.” He recalled every encounter with this woman and every word she’d said. Perhaps because she was so damned elusive. There was nothing like mystery to whet a man’s interest. “You intrigue me, Miss Trim.”

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