The Wayward Woodville eBook Bundle

A DUKE OF A TIME
They’re complete opposites. Society would never approve. But that doesn’t stop them from wanting more…

Greyson Everett, future Duke of Derby, has been exiled and expected to repent and work like a commoner. If he has any hope of getting back to his real life, he’ll have to stay the course—and stop kissing his employer’s bossy, opinionated, and entirely too lovely daughter. It should be easy. But it’s not…

ON A WILD DUKE CHASE
The game is on, and she intends to fight dirty. But then again, so does he…

Duke Dillon Viscount Leigh has secrets. The fact that his estate is nearly broke is merely one of them. So, he needs to marry an heiress and fast. The house party would’ve been the perfect place to find one, too—if only a certain noisy, stubborn, and entirely too beautiful miss hadn’t made it her mission to thwart him.

SPEAK OF THE DUKE
Speak of the duke and he shall appear…

Julia Woodville knew the kiss she’d shared with Lord Cyrus Franklin, known rake, couldn’t have meant as much to him as it had to her. And he proved her right by leaving London and marrying another. But now he’s back, and this time, she’s not about to let him anywhere near her heart…

EVERY DUKE HAS A SILVER LINING
He can't deny her anything...except maybe his heart...

Ashley Woodville didn't mean any harm when she broke into Grady Kolten's office. It was only a dare from her friends. She wasn't supposed to get caught. And she certainly wasn't supposed to talk the notorious gaming hell owner (and disturbingly sexy rogue) into showing her London's wilder side. Falling for him? Also not part of the dare. But she did it anyway. All of it...

ONE DAY MY DUKE WILL COME
If he won’t give her his heart, she’ll just have to steal it…

Tatum Chance, Duke of Romney, wants nothing to do with love. So, getting married was the last thing he had planned. But when an innocent miss is seen mistakenly stumbling into his room while he is ensconced in a bath, he’s left with little alternative. Well, he might’ve been forced into marriage, but no one can make him surrender his heart—not even his new bride. No matter how utterly tempting she is…

SURRENDER TO THE DUKE
Surrendering to the Duke will be easy. Not losing her heart to him is another matter entirely…

Miss Lila York should have refused her sister’s request. But since she didn’t, she’s now in the unfortunate position of traveling to London, pretending to be her sister, and rejecting a man—a man she’s long coveted from afar for herself. If only saying no was as easy as everyone seems to think…

MY RECKLESS EARL
To get her happily ever after, she’s ready to do something reckless…

Miss Harlow York has been planning for her second season in London for months, and she’s finally ready to achieve her goal: winning the heart of the elusive Earl Kemsley. It won’t be easy, but she’s more than up for the challenge. And one thing is certain. He’ll have no idea what hit him…

BRAZEN ROGUE
When the past and present are standing in the way of happiness, it’ll take brazen act to save the day…

Miss Reign Hall has resigned herself to being a spinster. Her disastrous season in London left her with little opportunity (or desire) for anything else. But when she’s offered a governess position, she knows it’s her best chance for a fresh start away from small country village life. Too bad her new employer turns out to be the man who once destroyed her faith in love and romance…

THE NOTORIOUS LORD SIN
Love might be the only luxury she can’t afford…

Paris Smith remembers the days when she was penniless all too well. The pain of being deemed unsuitable for marriage by her first love never truly faded. Now, she’s a widowed Countess with more money than she could ever spend, and the man who nearly destroyed her wants a second chance. Oh, how the tables have deliciously turned…

WICKED IN MY BED
If he’s lucky, perhaps he can convince her to be wicked with him just once. Or maybe even forever…

Daphne Raven is happy with her prospective betrothed. He’ll be the perfect husband—meek, mild, and unlikely to stir any emotional chaos within her. But when she travels to London for her wedding attire, all it takes is one night at a ball (and a passionate case of mistaken identity) to shatter her faultless plans and make her question everything…

SNIPPET FROM - WICKED IN MY BED

"The Duke of Renford has seen you already, and if I'm any good at seeing when a man desires a woman, which I think I'm fully qualified to have an opinion on, he wants you in his bed."


"He has not even looked at me this evening," she blurted before she could stop herself.
Ashley chuckled at her side.

"Aha, you see. I knew there was something afoot. I told Blackhaven, and he did not believe me, but your response is telling indeed."


"There is nothing to convey. He seems to have lost interest," she sighed, seeing no point in hiding her disappointment from her friend. As much as she was determined not to be his mistress, it was lovely being the sole attention of such a handsome man.


"Do you think so?" Ashley said, clearing her throat and nodding in one particular direction.
Daphne looked where her friend noted, and the breath in her lungs seized. Renford, who towered over most in attendance, stood leaning against the terrace threshold, watching her. He appeared somewhat foxed, not to mention disheveled, as if he'd had some secret tryst that had muddled his clothes. His cravat sat half-undone. Certainly, it was loose about his neck and not as precise as it ought to be on a duke.
He looked downright dangerous and utterly, devastatingly alluring.


"I'm sorry, my friend, but that is not a man who has no interest. He wants you, and you need to guard yourself unless you want him too."
Daphne did not know what to say or how to react. She looked about the room and noted others had not seen his interest. A good thing to be sure, for she did not need any gossip going back to Grafton. But then, maybe a little gossip to spur the vicar into proposing would be beneficial.


"Only one way to test your theory, Ashley," she said, flouncing off in the direction of a door on the side of the ballroom. She could feel Renford's gaze like a physical touch, and goosebumps rose on her skin. Still, she did not look at him, merely kept her composure and exited the room without a backward glance. If he wanted her still, he would follow, and then she would decide what to do if she did anything at all except enjoy his attentions before she left London.
There was nothing wrong with a few stolen kisses, after all. She would do no more than that, she promised herself.


No sooner had she closed the door did it open again. A large, warm, determined hand gripped her waist and led her into a room opposite the entrance.
She did not need to ask who was behind her. His feel was as familiar and welcome as she remembered. Not that she was overly happy with him right at this moment. He had been ignoring her all night.


But Daphne had little time to chastise him, for the moment she turned around, he wrenched her into his arms and kissed her.
Hard.
His mouth worked hers and pulled her into his seductive world. She clung to him, took all that he gave her, and tried not to succumb to his charms yet again.

"The Frenchman is not for you, Daphne," he growled, his lips moving down her neck, teasing the underside of her earlobe and making her shiver.
She could not disagree with his warning, but nor could he think she was his either, for she was not.
You are his already, and you know it.
No. She tried to push him back, but he would not budge.

"I'm not the Frenchman's or yours, Your Grace. Even if you try to kiss me and persuade me otherwise," she said.


His wicked grin tempted her to smile back. "Is it working yet? I would so love to have you give yourself to me when you can no longer deny your desire."


"You would not force me so. I do not think even you are capable of that, even if I think you're competent in many things."


"I'm adept at many things. You are correct," he said, his voice grave. "But you are right. I want you to come to me freely."


She shook her head. "You know that is not possible."


"Does not make me not want to try, nonetheless." He kissed her again, walking her backward until her legs hit the side of a settee. Without warning, he lifted her to sit on it, stepping between her legs without shame.
The man was impossible and utterly too sure of himself. Not that she was pushing him away as she should. The wonder of what he would do next was too much to deny, even when she knew she should.


He reached down, and she felt the cool air of the room kiss her ankle and then knee.
She stilled his progress with her hand, meeting his gaze. "What are you doing, Your Grace?" she asked, raising one brow.


"Call me Corey. I do not want to be Renford before you," he said.
Daphne watched him and saw he was in earnest, his eyes all but beseeching her to agree. She nodded, feeling a little at sea from his request. She lifted her hand, letting him have his way.
A hungry expression twisted his handsome features, and when his hand brushed the crux of her legs, had she been standing, she would have crumbled to the floor. His fingers teased her weeping flesh, and she fought not to cry out and bring attention to them.
"You like that, my little virtuous beauty."


"Yes, I like it very much." She should not admit such things to him. The rogue would only make the knowledge work to his advantage, and yet nor could she lie. She did enjoy what he did to her, how he made her feel. The pleasure that had rocked through her before was in reach yet again, and she could not deny herself.


"Ask me to touch you. To stroke you until you come," he ordered, his voice breathless before he retook her lips and stole all thought from her conscience.


"I want you to touch me. Make me feel wonderful," she paused. "Please, Corey," she said, using his given name as he wanted.
Something flickered in his eyes, leaving her wary before he kissed her hard again.

His fingers worked her, delved into her, stroked and teased her aching cunny. It was too much, and yet something told Daphne it was also not nearly enough.
She wanted so much more from him, things he would not give.