Lords of Scandal Ultimate Bundle

Deuce. Bullocks. Bloody
hell. Chance uttered several more curses under his breath as Daisy stared at him from her position next to her brother. 

Beautiful.

That’s what Hart had said. 

Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe how Daisy looked now. 

A mass of the most lush, silky, brown curls flowed down her back, a halo forming about her head. 

Her brown eyes sparkled with emotion in the dim candlelight even as a flood of pale pink colored her
cheeks, matching the delectable bow of her mouth. Her skin was smooth and pale, her features, delicate, accentuated by her wide eyes. Her rounded face of
childhood had given way to high cheekbones and a heart-shaped face.

He’d never seen her like this. She was incomparable to every woman before her. An enchantress,
a siren, a… He stopped trying to describe her, the words failing him.

There was something so vulnerable in her beauty. Petite, with exactly the right amount of curves, Chance had the most ridiculous urge to
tuck her against his side and protect her. 

From rakes with debaucherous plans.

From angry brothers and meddling aunts.

But then who would protect her from him?

A broken duke with a penchant for bad behavior?

“What’s the word he’s looking for, Chance?” Daisy asked again, her mouth forming a hard, straight
line.

That mouth…it should
never form such a harsh position.

“He convinces women to
share his bed. He uses them and then he throws them away.” Chance said, hating the words. They were the truth, and they needed to be said, but he didn’t like delivering them to her. He left out the even darker parts. The whispered stories of a woman who’d ended up dead because of Edgemere. He couldn’t go that far. Not unless it was absolutely necessary.

He saw the uncertainty
flash in her eyes. Naïve? Not after tonight. And he hated that most of
all. 

But what could he do to save her?

"You're coming with me," Hart grit out. "I'll show you what sort of rake Edgemere is one way or another. This ends tonight."

Hart's hand grasped Daisy's upper arm with a strength that had Chance starting forward, springing into action. His hand was over his friend's in an instant.

"Hart. Not like that."

Chance knew in that moment, someone was going to have to say Daisy tonight. And that someone...

It was him.