From emerald jungles to the high seas to the glittering ballrooms of Regency London, beloved author Gaelen Foley tells a sweeping, sensual tale of the ruggedly handsome Lord Jack Knight and the passionate beauty who lays claim to his heart. An English rose blooming in the untamed jungles of South America, Eden Farraday lives a life of independence unheard of for a lady with her doctor turned scientist father. But Eden misses England desperately. When the dangerous and darkly charming Lord Jack Knight sails into her life, she seizes her chance to return to civilization, stowing away aboard his London bound ship. Roguish and charismatic, a self made shipping tycoon with a shadowy past and a well guarded heart, Jack is sailing on a vital secret mission. When the redheaded temptress is discovered aboard his vessel, he reacts with fury and undeniable lust. Forced to protect her from his rough crew, the devilish Lord Jack demands a scandalous price in exchange for Eden s safe passage across the sea. As his wicked kiss ignites an unforgettable blaze of passion between them, Jack and Eden confront a soul searing love that cannot be denied.
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April 25, 2006
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Excerpt from His Wicked Kiss by Gaelen Foley
She wanted to dance.
Her toes in silken slippers tapped beneath the hem of her white ' no, blue ' no, her green silk gown, in time with the elegant strains from the orchestra.
Innumerable twinkling candles on the crystal chandeliers cast a golden haze over the ballroom, where pairs of gliding dancers whirled through the steps of the new, daring waltz: ladies in rich, pale, luminous silks, gentlemen in stately black and white.
Suddenly, through the crowd, she sensed someone staring at her. Peeking over her painted fan, she caught only a glimpse of a tall, imposing figure before the swirling motion of the dancers hid him from her view again.
Her pulse leaped. A thrill rushed through her, for she could sense him, feel him coming to ask her to stand up with him for the next quadrille.
Wide-eyed, her heart pounding, she waited, yearning for a clearer look at the face of her mystery man, her destined hero '
At that moment, a prickle of instinctual warning on her nape summoned Eden Farraday back from her lovely reverie.
Her rapt gaze focused slowly as reality pressed back in on her reluctant senses, bringing with it all the ceaseless sounds and pungent smells of another black, humid night in the tropical forest.
Instead of crystal chandeliers, a lone, rusty lantern gleamed on the bamboo table beside her hammock, which was draped beneath a cloud of filmy white mosquito netting. In place of lords and ladies, pale moths danced and flittered against the lantern ' s glass, and beyond the palm-thatched roof of the naturalists ' jungle stilt-house, the darkness throbbed with teeming life.
Insects sang in deafening cadence. Monkeys bickered for the most comfortable branches to sleep on in the trees, but at least the raucous parrots had quit their noisy squabbling. Far off in the distance, a jaguar roared to warn a rival off its territory, for the great stealthy beasts ' hunting hour had come.