Rogue Most Wanted
by Janna MacGregor
Publication Date: June 25, 2019
St. Martin’s Press
eBook & Paperback; 384 Pages
Series: The Cavensham Heiresses, Book #5
Genre: Historical Romance
Wanted: an engagement of convenience. Found: A noble suitor.
Raised on a remote Scottish estate by her adoring grandfather, Lady Theodora Worth has inherited an earldom as well as the land itself. But when an upstart duke challenges her claim to the title and the Ladykyrk estate, Thea is suddenly in need of a husband—in name, at least. An elderly neighbor with a thoroughly modern sensibility and a dashing great-nephew just might be the answer to Thea’s prayers. Except she has no intention of marrying the first man she meets. That would be utterly ridiculous.
It just can’t be him. . .
Lord William Cavensham is entirely too devoted to his family’s estate—ever since he was jilted as a lad–to wed, but he agrees to meet the woman his aunt has taken under her wing—and introduce her to possible suitors. But after just one meeting with beautiful, spirited Thea, Will is determined to help her reclaim her title. And even moreso, he can’t stop thinking that perhaps marriage to this bold, passionate woman may be the one thing he’s been missing all along?
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Excerpt
Rogue Most Wanted Excerpt by Janna MacGregor (848 words)
On Sale June 25
“Dancing instruction is a waste of time,” Lady Theodora Worth said to Lord William Cavensham.
“Remember?” Will lowered his voice. “You promised I could teach you to dance. A friend doesn’t renege on a promise.”
She nodded curtly in response.
The music flooded the room, and he squeezed her hand with his to signal the start of the waltz. With a sure step, he took the lead. She matched his movement with one of innate grace, no doubt acquired from all those days riding her horse.
“Why are dance lessons a waste?” He kept his voice low so Aunt Stella couldn’t hear. From the piano-forte, the grand dame nodded her approval as he made their steps more precise.
“I’ll never dance in Northumberland.”
Suddenly a vision of the folly appeared. Will held her close and swept her in a full waltz pattern as he hummed the music. Her eyes sparkled, and she laughed in pleasure.
“Will?” Thea tilted her head back and regarded him.
His musing evaporated like mist on a summer morning. “Pardon?”
“My dress,” she whispered.
Bloody hell. He was practically disrobing her as his left hand had pulled the sleeve of her gown down baring one of her perfect shoulders. Her skin appeared to glow with a silken softness. “Excuse me.” The words felt thick in his throat as he straightened the sleeve. “I was holding you too tightly.”
“No.” A blush kissed her cheek. “I liked it.”
The softness in her mellifluous voice reminded him of honey. He’d always know she was attractive, but when had she become exquisite? He’d never held perfection in his arms before, and the urge to tighten his arms around her grew fierce.
Suddenly, she stumbled slightly.
“I’ve got you.” He gently pulled her back into position. “Just think of moving with me like you do with your horse when she takes a jump. She moves, and you trust her completely. It’s the same with me.”
She lifted one brow. “You want me to compare you to my horse?”
The huskiness in her voice created an intimacy between them, a world where only the two of them resided. He studied her eyes, the mystical orbs that seemed to change color with her dress, sometimes her mood. Now they were a light green that reminded him of the start of spring. In response, he drew her closer. “Yes. You can ride me all day, and I’ll not allow you to fall.” He didn’t hide the innuendo of seduction that colored his voice.
What was wrong with him?He wasn’t supposed to be seducing her.
She wrinkled her nose in laughter causing her freckles to become more prominent, then a wicked smile graced her lips. “What if you fall? Won’t you bring me down with you?”
With a smile designed to match hers, he gently twirled her in an elegant circle. All sounds and sights disappeared from his notice. She relaxed in his arms, her stance more natural as if the two of them were a couple who’d done this sequence of steps before.
“Imagine the journey down if we fell together while you were riding me. Wouldn’t it be worth…” He cleared his throat.
For God’s sake, they were friends.
What in bloody hellwas he doing?
Whatever had he been thinking to tell her to imagine riding him? He blinked fast, hoping to clear the image of all her glorious hair covering her beautiful breasts flowing down her back as they rolled their hips in tandem. It did nothing to tamp down the hunger that flooded every inch of him.
“I finished the piece several moments ago,” Aunt Stella announced, not hiding the glee in her voice. “Since you both have continued the dance, you must be enjoying yourselves. Shall I play it again?”
“Shall we?” There was an invitation in Thea’s eyes that challenged him. For a few brief moments, he waited as he wrestled with what he wanted. He couldn’t deny he wanted nothing more than to sweep her away and kiss her until they both shut out the world in each other’s arms.
Then like a cloud of smoke, the desire in Thea’s gaze disappeared. “No, thank you, Stella. I have work to attend to.”
He’d hesitated too long.
Will didn’t want to let her go.
“Will, are you alright?” She kept her voice low, but that distant look as if he’d disappointed her still flickered in her eyes.
“I’ve much on my mind. Work never ends.” What a lame excuse.
“Your family depends a great deal on you, don’t they?” She studied him as if trying to divine the answer for his unusual behavior.
“Yes, they do, and I’m better for it. If you’ll pardon me.” After a quick bow to Theodora, Will turned on his heel and exited through the floor-to-ceiling French doors behind them.
The only work he had was learning how to keep his body under some semblance of control.
But a nagging doubt wouldn’t leave him alone.
Thea’s effect on him wasn’t lessoning as he’d expected.
It was growing in strength.
Praise for Rogue Most Wanted
“Effervesces with lighthearted romance…sweet and sultry in equal measures.” – Publishers Weekly
“[An] emotionally rich, exquisitely wrought tale that superbly celebrates the redemptive power of love.” – Booklist
About the Author
Janna MacGregor was born and raised in the bootheel of Missouri. She credits her darling mom for introducing her to the happily-ever-after world of romance novels. Janna writes stories where compelling and powerful heroines meet and fall in love with their equally matched heroes. She is the mother of triplets and lives in Kansas City with her very own dashing rogue, and two smug, but not surprisingly, perfect pugs.
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