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REVIEWS for In a Reckless Moment [Brothers of the Absinthe Club 3]

5 Blue Ribbons: "This storyline is full of all the loveable characters, passion and suspense that I’ve come to eagerly anticipate about this series. I adored Cassandra because she is so different from society ladies. She’s extremely intelligent and honest, not to mention beautiful. With the combination of those traits she manages to snare Ross’s affection and keep him firmly enthralled with her. Ross has been living the ‘privileged’ lifestyle for so long he doesn’t even see how self-indulgent and jaded it is until after he marries Cassandra. There’s just a little issue from his past poses a threat and I have to admit, I was fascinated by that twist to the storyline. While I do personally recommend reading all the books in this series - just because I’ve honestly loved them - they can easily be read as stand alone stories and doing so won’t detract from your enjoyment of them." —Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies

5 Hearts: "What a fabulous book! Cassandra was a young woman who hated London and Ross hated the country, yet they found themselves getting along very well. Unlike most virgins of the Regency time, Cassandra had a husband who introduced her to sex beautifully. They had amazing and arousing sex which I enjoyed immensely. I loved Ross and Cassandra; they were fun and fascinating characters. Ross and Cassandra were very well-written, with a wonderful historical background. Ms. Wildes obviously did her homework. There were interesting secondary characters who had excellent places in the story. The characters pulled me right into the plot and I found myself unable to put this book down until I had finished the whole thing. I found that the plot was seamless, without a single bump in the plot. In A Reckless Moment is the third book in Ms. Wildes' Brothers of the Absinthe Club series and it was every bit as good as the earlier two. This was another beautiful book by Emma Wildes! " —Marcy, The Romance Studio

4.5 Kisses: "In a Reckless Moment is well written, has delightful characters, sweet, sexy love scenes, and an intriguing storyline that is anything but superficial. Emma Wildes once again captivates her readers with her easy-flowing writing style. Cassandra's innocence combined with her charming personality captivates Ross and the concessions they make to each other are touching. I adored these two characters and what they grow to mean to each other. If you're a fan of Regency romance, I sincerely hope that you'll take the time to read In a Reckless Moment. "  —Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

"In a Reckless Moment begins with a sultry exchange between polar opposites, as introverted Cassie becomes wife to the widely known extrovert, Ross, to avoid scandal. However, as the marriage begins their harmony is evident, based strongly on intellect and lofty attraction. Adjusting to their new status requires patience and time, while learning to negotiate compromises with easy decorum. Clearly, the bedroom will not be subject to cold unions and unspoken affection. Their wedding night yields to sweet lovemaking that gets spicy as the night evolves. Ms. Wildes sprinkles in some suspense when an old enemy wishes to destroy Ross’ happiness. A charming, steamy erotic romance."  —Pamela, Romance at Heart

STORY AND ADULT EXCERPT

“Kiss me good night.” His smile was impudent, the blatant heat in his eyes a new experience, but then again, she had virtually no experience at all.

The man simply could not be serious. “I can’t,” she said in desperation, but found she looked at his mouth anyway. It was sensuous and well-shaped, one corner slightly lifted, emphasizing a dimple in his cheek.

One ebony brow elevated suggestively and his fingers stayed in place, still holding her lightly, but firmly. “It is a shame you stay here, buried in the country. Tell me, have you ever been kissed?”

She hadn’t, of course, since she was diligently chaperoned by Aunt Gloria at all times she was around eligible young males. “No.” She swallowed hard after that admission, wanting to run, but also anchored by something hard to define.

“Let me be the first. I want to taste you.” The proposition was made in a husky, sexy whisper that made her feel flushed all over.

It was tempting…very tempting, and he didn’t act as if he was going to let her go—although she was convinced if she was truly resistant, he would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do, no matter what his state of impairment. He was an undeniable rake of some stature, but he was also a gentleman.

That was part of the trouble, of course, with his experience, he seemed to sense she very much did want to kiss him. “One kiss,” she capitulated, giving a small gasp as he responded by pulling her into his arms and lifting her onto the bed.

He moved fluidly, rolling over so he was on top of her, his mouth hovering over hers. “One kiss,” he whispered, and his lips captured hers.

It was shocking, scandalous, and wonderful. Heat, the feel of his lean length over her, the subtle pressure of his lips, both firm and smooth…he tasted of heady brandy and something unidentifiable and definitely more intoxicating. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, brushing hers, Cassandra felt an almost languorous enjoyment suddenly weigh her limbs. A small but distinct throb tightened her breasts and centered between her legs.

Was this desire?

His was unmistakable, a bold, hard length filling his breeches, pressing against the juncture of her thighs through their clothing. Ross continued to explore her mouth, his weight braced on one elbow, his body pinning her to the bed. His free hand tangled in her hair at first, his long fingers finding the curve of her cheek, gently sliding down her neck and along her collarbone. Cassandra didn’t at first realize he’d slipped free the satin ribbon on her nightdress, not until he pulled the cloth down and bared her shoulder and left breast.

Her nipple puckered at the sudden coolness of the night air, and she shifted a fraction in open alarm. A kiss was one thing, but…

“Don’t be afraid, sweet Cassie,” he whispered against her lips as his hand cupped exposed flesh, cradling it in his palm. When his thumb grazed her nipple, she stifled a moan, it felt so marvelous.

But, still, they shouldn’t.

“Ross—” she said, cut off when his mouth took hers again, this time with less gentle persuasion and more urgent need. He stroked her breast with skillful fingers as he kissed her deeply, his touch gentle but sure. When he finally lifted his head, she took in a long shuddering breath.

“Doesn’t this feel good?” he asked, kissing the sensitive spot under her ear. The words were a low whisper as he continued to fondle her, lightly kneading and stroking.

“Yes,” she admitted shyly, touching his hair, something she had always wanted to do. It was so thick and dark, the texture silky in contrast to the hardness of his long body. She slid her fingers deep into the strands and hesitantly along the corded strength of his neck.

“You’re so soft, Cassie. Soft and perfect,” he murmured in that silky seductive tone that seemed hold her prisoner, as he pulled her loosened gown lower, off the other shoulder and down her arms to her waist. His stare was fastened on her bare breasts. “Just the right size. I have never favored huge breasts. Yours are nothing short of spectacular, sweetheart.”

A blush crept into her cheeks. It felt distinctly odd to let a man look at her in such a way, but then again, the heated look in his eyes told her he was sincere in the compliment. She must have taken complete leave of her senses anyway to be in bed with