Brothers of the Absinthe Club 5
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Jonas Maxim, Viscount Wilding, suspects that someone is
out there impersonating him. This revelation comes in the
form of a very lovely young lady who invades his bedroom
one night, apparently determined to murder him in his
sleep. Usually he prefers to do more pleasurable things
with a beautiful female guest than defend his life, but
when he learns that Marianne Glass believes he impregnated
her sister and abandoned her, he is both surprised and
suddenly intrigued by this passionate, beautiful assassin.
Though she knew she could never actually kill him in cold
blood, Marianne is still chagrined to be thwarted by the
sinfully handsome Lord Wilding before she could force the
truth from the blackguard. Overpowered and at his mercy,
she is astonished when he offers to help her find the true
culprit. Is he innocent, or is this just another ploy? If
he is lying, she may well finish the job and do him in
Length: Novel (36,700 words)
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Blue Ribbons: "Emma Wildes has
won me over with the Brothers of the
Absinthe Club and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed
each and every story. I absolutely loved
reading Jonas and Marianne’s story--from
their breathtaking first meeting through
every aspect of their search for Lucinda
and the truth about who really fathered
her baby...Each book in this series can
easily be read as a stand-alone story, but
I do recommend reading them all. They’re a
lot of fun, full of entertaining
characters and thrilling situations, but
best of all, the stories are so ‘original’
that it’s really a blast to ‘lose’
yourself in the storylines."
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It was unforgivable—and unbelievable—but he had an erection.
At almost thirty, one should not get aroused just from sitting
across the table from a woman. Granted, she was an exceptionally
lovely young lady, but still, she was just another female.
What the devil was wrong with him?
Jonas tasted the claret, felt a measure of gratitude it was at
least a decent vintage, and shifted in his chair to ease his
discomfort. Keeping his expression as neutral as possible, he
said, “I realize this afternoon was not as fruitful as we
wished, but we will make more progress tomorrow. Surely someone
will remember a pretty woman heavy with child traveling alone.”
Marianne glanced up from her abstract contemplation of the ruby
liquid in her glass. “I hope so.” Her soft mouth quivered ever
so slightly and he couldn’t help but being entranced by the
sensual fullness of her lower lip. He’d noticed it before, of
course, but it glistened temptingly in the candlelight at the
moment and drew his complete attention. Actually, everything
about Miss Glass was tempting, from the lustrous mass of her
striking auburn hair, to the ivory perfection of her oval face,
to the undeniably female curves of her body.
What would she taste like? He pictured himself slowly licking
that soft lower curve, and then molding his mouth to hers in
what he imagined would be her first kiss.
And if she knew, he thought wryly, the direction of his
lascivious thoughts, much less saw the prominent bulge in his
breeches, she would immediately reconsider his innocence in the
seduction of her sister. No, he didn’t routinely dash around
England luring lush young daughters of country vicars into his
bed, but this particular one was fascinating.
If he reflected more deeply, he wondered at his insistence on
her having a more fashionable gown to wear. Surely it wasn’t
because the lower neckline exposed the upper curves of her—from
what he could see—very shapely breasts, and emphasized the
slimness of her waist? He wasn’t merely giving her a change of
clothing if he were honest. He was pleasing himself.
The soft blue color suited her, he decided, declining to further
analyze his motives. It brought out the vivid color of her
“Have I grown a second nose?”
The tart question brought him out of his reverie. Jonas blinked.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You said it to me this afternoon,” Marianne explained. In the
soft light of the inn’s dining area, her cheeks looked a little
He had indeed. Uncharacteristically disconcerted, he eased back
a fraction in his chair again. His cock actually throbbed.
“I am sorry, was I staring?”
“A little.” The color in her face deepened and she
self-consciously tugged at the neckline of her gown a little
before it seemed she realized what she was doing and quickly
dropped her hand.
Recovering his composure, Jonas gave her a bland smile. “Forgive
me. I think I am still a little at a loss as to how I am
suddenly on this odd quest for a woman I do not even know.”
He should have said he was at a loss for the immense
attraction to a woman he didn’t even know and was not
suitable in any way.
She arched a delicately-shaped brow. “How do you think I feel? I
was certain you were a villain, yet here I am with you.” After a
moment, she added, “Alone.”
He really, really, wished she hadn’t pointed that fact out in
such a forthright manner. But then again, Marianne Glass seemed
to be forthright about most things.
His fingers smoothed the stem of his wine glass. “Rest assured I
would never do anything you did not desire.”
Well, hell, that came out all wrong. Why did he use the
word desire? He wasn’t usually gauche and uncomfortable talking
to women, and certainly an unworldly country miss shouldn’t make
him so off balance.
Her azure eyes widened and he gave a small self-deprecating
laugh. “I think I phrased that poorly. I meant nothing by it,
Miss Glass, so do not look alarmed.”
“I am not alarmed,” she denied, but her smooth cheeks held a
hint of pink.
The small dining room was nearly deserted at the late hour, and
a sudden silence descended. Jonas sipped his wine and wondered
with an inward curse how difficult it would be to conceal his
embarrassing state once it was time to go up to their rooms. The
fashion of the day that required tight trousers was a bit
inconvenient if a man was as hard as a rock. He felt the
constriction at his crotch and fought the urge to shift position
He didn’t know her at all really, and since when did he get the
irresistible urge to take some grass green girl to bed? He
always chose experienced lovers, for they knew how to give
pleasure as well as receive it. Somehow he doubted she even
fully understood the process of sexual intercourse.
Of course, he’d love to teach her. The insidious thought sprang
into his mind before he could stop it.
Her lashes lowered and she looked at her wine glass with sudden
concentration. When she looked up again, those tantalizing lips
curved into a wry smile. “I believe I am beginning to understand
how my sister came to the state she is in, Lord Wilding. Quite
obviously smooth manners, a charming smile, and a handsome face
“I hope you are not putting me in the same category as the man
who fathered her child and apparently abandoned her,” Jonas said
a little too curtly, since he wasn’t at all sure he was any
better, not with his rigid cock as evidence.
“No.” She shook her head, tendrils of red-brown hair brushing
her graceful shoulders. “I like to think I can judge a person’s
character fairly well. Upon closer acquaintance, I believe if
you had seduced her, you would care for her and the child.”
The subject of children, or the process of creating one anyway,
was probably not one they should discuss at the moment.
“Thank you for the exoneration. I told you last evening I do not
run about begetting illegitimate children, but you are correct.
If it had been me, I would do my utmost to make sure she was
cared for and certainly I would never turn my back on my flesh
“Do you have a mistress?”
Jonas choked a little on his mouthful of wine. “What?”
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