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Twice Tempted by a Rogue [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Dare, Tessa
  • Author:  Dare, Tessa
  • ISBN-10:  034551887X
  • ISBN-10:  034551887X
  • ISBN-13:  9780345518873
  • ISBN-13:  9780345518873
  • Publisher:  Ballantine Books
  • Publisher:  Ballantine Books
  • Pages:  384
  • Pages:  384
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2010
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2010
  • SKU:  034551887X-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  034551887X-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100570356
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The daring members of the Stud Club are reckless gamblers and no strangers to risk—until love raises the stakes inTwice Tempted by a Rogue.
 
Luck is a double-edged sword for brooding war hero Rhys St. Maur. His death wish went unanswered on the battlefield, while fate allowed the murder of his good friend in the elite gentlemen’s society known as the Stud Club. Out of options, Rhys returns to his ancestral home on the moors of Devonshire, expecting anything but a chance at redemption in the arms of a beautiful innkeeper who dares him to take on the demons of his past—and the sweet temptation of a woman’s love.

Meredith Maddox believes in hard work, not fate, and romance isn’t part of her plan. But when Rhys returns, battle-scarred, world-weary, and more dangerously attractive than ever, the lovely widow is torn between determination and desire. As a deep mystery and dangerous smugglers threaten much more than their passionate reckoning, Meredith discovers that she must trust everything to a wager her heart placed long ago. 
Tessa Dare is a part-time librarian, full-time mommy, and swing-shift writer. She makes her home in Southern California, where she shares a cozy, cluttered bungalow with her husband, their two children, and a dog.Chapter One

Rhys St. Maur, newly Lord Ashworth, was a broken man.

Literally.

By the age of twenty, he’d fractured his left arm twice—once in a schoolboy brawl at Eton, and then again during an army training drill. Cracked ribs . . . he’d lost count of those. Fists driving through bar- room haze to connect with his face had snapped the cartilage in his nose a few times, leaving him with a craggy profile—one that was not improved by his myriad scars. Since sometime around his thirtieth birthday, the little finger on his right hand just plain refused to bend. And in damp weather like this, his left knee throbbed with memories l³Ë
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