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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Quentin Blackwell, the Devil of Devlyn, has returned home five years after a bitter betrayal by the woman he loved. He'd like nothing better than to extract his pound of flesh and when the opportunity presents itself, he's more than eager to accept the challenge. Especially when it means exploring Sophie Hamilton's delicious curves. He's determined not to give his heart away, but there's something about Sophie he can't resist. At forty-one, Sophie Hamilton is beyond just sitting on the shelf. Hopes of love and family are a lost dream at this stage of her life. But her inexperience in the ways of the flesh can easily be remedied, and the Devil of Devlyn, despite his tender age of thirty-two, is just the man to accomplish the task. As she finds passion and pleasure in the arms of a younger man, she struggles with the notion of a love that can bridge the age difference between them. Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult situations, and explicit language.

eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005

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Words: 41316
Reading time: 118-165 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1-58608-400-3

"Fischer!" Quentin Blackwell, Earl of Devlyn, hollered for his butler as he strode through the front door of his country home. Behind him trailed two enormous wolfhounds. As Devlyn halted in the foyer, he peeled off his riding gloves and slammed his crop down on the long table braced against the wall.

The mirror overhanging the furniture flashed his reflection at him, and he grimaced at his appearance. He was a mess. The sleeve of his jacket was ripped at the shoulder and a smudge of dirt streaked its way across his browned cheek, emphasizing the scar that ran from his ear almost to his mouth. Shoving a hand through his tousled black hair, he turned and headed toward his study.

With each stride he took, his fury grew. If it were the last thing he did, he'd make Spencer Hamilton rue the day he'd picked a fight with the Devil of Devlyn's Keep. The insolent pup.

"Fischer," he roared. "Where the devil are you?"

The door to the study slammed backward against the wall as he stormed into the room. A moment later he was splashing a stiff shot of whiskey into a glass. Tossing the liquor down his throat, he relished the burning sensation. Where the hell did the boy get the idea that his sister was the injured party in their brief affair almost five years ago?

No doubt, Eleanor was responsible for the boy's misconceived notions as to his sister's innocence. The idea infuriated him. A sudden snap rent the air as the glass he held shattered under the weight of his grip.

"God damn it!" He grimaced as shards of glass bit into his hand. "Fischer! Get the hell in here!"

Whipping a handkerchief out of his pocket, he proceeded to clean the small cuts lacerating his palm. Behind him, he heard footsteps hurrying into the study.

"I'm sorry, my lord. There was a minor catastrophe in the kitchen and Cook required my assistance." The sparse looking man eyed Delyn's appearance with an arched eyebrow. "Another brawl, my lord?"

Devlyn glared at his butler, manservant and all around man of affairs. When one's finances were in such a miserable state as his, he was fortunate to have a loyal retainer like Fischer. But the man had the ability to make him feel like a chastened schoolboy at times. And today wasn't a good day for being chastened.

"I never brawl, Fischer."

He clenched his teeth at the skeptical look the man gave him. At least not anymore he didn't. Granted, the man had dressed his wounds from more than one brawl in the past. The last time had been when a sailor had sliced his cheek open two years ago. It had taught him to curb his temper and walk away from a fight. Now as Fischer studied him with an air of disappointment, he grimaced.

"If you must know, the baron's youngest offspring discovered I'd returned and tried to avenge his sister's supposed honor."

"I see."

"Damn it, Fischer. Even you think me guilty."

"Not at all, my lord. I know you too well to imagine you capable of betraying Miss Hamilton."

Devlyn turned away abruptly at the statement. No, he would never have betrayed Eleanor. He'd been in love with her. The day she'd broken his heart, he'd set out to earn himself the title, Devil of Devlyn's Keep. He'd explored every debauched sin and deed in the past five years with the sole purpose of obliterating her from his mind.

Until today, he'd been successful in doing so. Then Hamilton had accosted him at the pond this morning, ripping open the wound he'd thought scarred over completely. But it wasn't the wound he'd expected. For the first time today, he realized he didn't love Eleanor. Probably never had. No, what had scarred him was the injustice of it all.

Shrugging out of his torn jacket, he tossed it to Fischer. "See that it's mended. I don't know when I'll have funds to purchase a new riding coat."

The humiliating statement made him twist his lips in a bitter grimace. Eleanor Hamilton had done her work well the day she'd betrayed him. Running to her father, Eleanor had convinced Baron Townsend to avenge her so-called honor. The man had made it his business to destroy what little of the Devlyn fortune still existed. The bastard had almost succeeded. If it hadn't been for his attorney's quick thinking to shift his investments, he'd be destitute.

As it was, he retained his townhouse in Mayfair, Devlyn's Keep here in Shellingham and a few small investments that provided him with enough to live on if he was frugal with his spending. At least until his American investments came to fruition, which he expected sometime in the very near future.