Nationally bestselling author Liz Carlyle presents her most tempting romance to date—a sinfully sensual tug-of-war between heavenly desires and earthly delights.
He was a scoundrel, a scamp, and a hopeless skirt-chaser.
So it shouldn't have been so surprising when Sir Alasdair awoke after a night of debauchery to see a young lass on his doorstep...with a baby in her arms.
She was beautiful, brazen, and utterly bankrupt.
So it shouldn't have been so shocking when Miss Hamilton accepted the rogue's scandalous proposal to move in with him...and become the baby's governess.
One little sin brought them together.
But when one man's wicked charms are matched by one woman's fiery spirit, one little sin can lead to another...and another...and another...
With this intriguing sentence "It was a sweltering afternoon in September when Sir Alasdair MacLachlan very nearly got what his Granny MacGregor had been promising him for at least the last three decades: his comeuppance" veteran Carlyle (The Devil to Pay) opens a trilogy of Regency historicals about three men Alasdair, his brother and a friend who flee an escapade gone wrong only to encounter a gypsy with dire predictions about their fates. It doesn't take long for Alasdair to discover that a particular sin of his has indeed come home to roost. The unsuspected toddler offspring of a forgotten dalliance arrives at his doorstep accompanied by her penniless but strong-willed sister, Esm e Hamilton. Before he knows it, Alasdair's world is turned upside down as the confirmed rake discovers that he does have a heart after all, even though he can't figure out what to do with it. The momentum of the captivating early chapters doesn't quite carry into the middle, but the author's sensual writing and some welcome twists toward the end more than redeem the story.