![]() ![]() I am asking -I'm begging- not for your forgiveness. He hit his knees, pressing his forehead to her fingers as if paying tribute to a goddess. My heart only seems to beat when you are near. He pressed his hand to her heart, the palm warm as he seemed to savor what he found there. ![]() ![]() Perhaps what he needs is a night with her. Power, prestige, and a staggering fortune hasn’t filled the abysmal void where Raphael’s heart should be. And for some bloody reason they can’t seem to be in the same room without him yanking her into his arms and kissing her until they’re both breathless. But this clever, infuriating bluestocking who insists she’s an amateur sleuth keeps showing up where she doesn’t belong. He’s an empire to run, a murder to avenge, and a plan to save his brother that is likely a suicide mission. The silver-tongued devil doesn’t deserve a lick of her confidence, but she has evidence that he’s not the killer.īut she can’t deny that he’s relentlessly wicked. Such as getting arrested at a murder scene with Raphael Sauvageau, a brutally handsome, ruthless smuggler with a dangerous past and a dubious future. Mercy Goode, is only truly good at one thing: finding mischief wherever she goes. ![]()
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