Continuing her irresistible Royal Brotherhood Series, bestselling author Sabrina Jeffries introduces the third of three half-noble half brothers -- the brashest rogue in all of London.
Proper Lady Christabel, the Marchioness of Haversham, is desperate to regain some letters that could destroy her -- so desperate that she pretends to be the mistress of notorious gaming-club owner Gavin Byrne to accompany him to a scandalous house party where she can reclaim them. But when she agreed to let Byrne coach her on how a true mistress behaves, she never suspected how very...persuasive his wicked lessons would be.
Gavin is secretly determined to find the letters himself and use them for revenge against the noble sire who abandoned him to grow up in London's worst slums. He's also delighted at how very successful his "mistress lessons" are: it won't be long before the luscious young widow is in his bed. But when Christabel catches Gavin in his own seductive net, he faces a difficult choice: to wreak the vengeance he's planned all his life, or to protect the woman he may -- to his own astonishment -- need more than revenge.
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1 . So good I read it twice!
Posted February 01, 2010 by Kandis , ChattanoogaI loved this book! It is the best of the three.
2 . It was great ,,
Posted July 26, 2009 by pamela , calgarythis book was a great one, lots to discover. It was a action packed romance.
loved it , could not put it down.
3 . Best of Three
Posted August 05, 2008 by Jade , Wyoming USAThis is my favorite book in the series. Of the three brothers I think this is the one that I would like to meet the most. Christabel sounds very interesting as well. It takes some guts to go after one of your dead husbands creditors with a gun and poor Gavin was very brave to keep coming after her. I didn't really like the way that this one played out with the prince "prinny". I think he could have done more to restore the honor of Gavin's mother. But I suppose any more and it would have pushed past the bounds of realism. What happened to her was just atrocious.
June 28, 2005
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Excerpt from One Night With a Prince by Sabrina Jeffries
When choosing a lover, I made sure we both agreed to the terms of the liaison, so there would be no recriminations later.
-- Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress
Sometimes having half brothers was a bloody nuisance.
Gavin Byrne scowled at them both. The youngest -- Alexander Black, the Earl of Iversley -- was the only one of them whose mother had waited until he was full-grown to tell him that his real father was the Prince of Wales. Next came Marcus North, the Viscount Draker, whose massive build and scandalous past still had society calling him the Dragon Viscount. Draker had known their father most of his life and did not consider that a good thing.
It was Draker's study that they stood in now. And it was Draker who was behind this insanity.
"You want me to do what " Gavin bit out.
Draker exchanged a glance with Iversley. "Perhaps our older brother is losing his hearing."
Iversley chuckled. "Perhaps so, now that he's in his dotage."
Gavin rolled his eyes. "I could whip you pups with one hand tied behind my back. And if you think wounding my vanity will provoke me into doing this, you've obviously forgotten whom you're dealing with. I was manipulating men before you grew hair on your ballocks." Though he should have suspected something when Draker asked him to arrive early for dinner. Gavin selected a prime cigar from the oak box on his brother's desk. "Why in hell would I do a favor for Prinny anyway "
"For the reward, of course," Draker said. "Prinny is offering you a barony."
Ignoring the instant leap in his pulse, Gavin lit his cigar. A title wouldn't make up for spending the first twenty years of his life being called Byblow Byrne to his face, and the last fifteen being called it behind his back. It couldn't erase the stigma of being Prinny's unclaimed bastard.
Besides, he already possessed everything he required. His gentlemen's club had made him wealthy beyond his wildest expectations, he never lacked for a woman in his bed, and his friends were all viscounts, earls, and dukes.
All right, so perhaps those friends weren't the enduring sort, more interested in his wit than his welfare. And perhaps he was sometimes painfully aware of that invisible line of illegitimacy that separated him from them, despite his royal blood. But that was nothing to him. "Why should I care about a barony "
"If you don't care for your own sake," Iversley said, "consider your future children. Your first legitimate son would inherit the title."
Gavin snorted. "That's no incentive. I don't plan to marry or sire a 'legitimate son.' With luck, I won't sire any children at all."
"Then consider this." Draker eyed him closely. "Titles are bestowed in Parliament by the Regent himself. It's the closest you'll ever get to having Prinny acknowledge that you're his son."
Now that gave him pause. The idea of Prinny being forced publicly to give a title to the bastard he'd denied for years was enormously tempting. Even if it was only a fraction of what he wanted from the man. "He agreed to that "
"He did," Draker said.