Bronwyn Scott's Sexy Regency Bundle: Pickpocket Countess / Grayson Prentiss's Seduction / Notorious Rake, Innocent Lady / Libertine Lord, Pickpocket Miss / The Viscount Claims His Bride

Bronwyn Scott's Sexy Regency Bundle: Pickpocket Countess / Grayson Prentiss's Seduction / Notorious Rake, Innocent Lady / Libertine Lord, Pickpocket Miss / The Viscount Claims His Bride
Bronwyn Scott

Risqué rakes, passionate lords, and not-so-innocent ladies. . . Discover the hot side of history with five sensual, seductive Regency tales by Bronwyn Scott! Bundle includes: Pickpocket Countess; Notorious Rake, Innocent Lady; Libertine Lord, Pickpocket Miss; The Viscount Claims His Bride, and a free bonus novella, Grayson Prentiss's Seduction!

Sexy Regency Bundle

Pickpocket Countess

Grayson Prentiss’s Seduction

Notorious Rake, Innocent Lady

Libertine Lord, Pickpocket Miss

The Viscount Claims His Bride

Table of Contents

Pickpocket Countess

By Bronwyn Scott

Grayson Prentiss’s Seduction

By Bronwyn Scott

Notorious Rake, Innocent Lady

By Bronwyn Scott

Libertine Lord, Pickpocket Miss

By Bronwyn Scott

The Viscount Claims His Bride

By Bronwyn Scott

Pickpocket Countess

By Bronwyn Scott

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter One

Near Manchester, England, Early December, 1831

Even in the darkness, he could sense the subtle alteration of the chamber. The room had been disturbed. Brandon Wycroft, the fifth Earl of Stockport, muttered curses under his breath. Damn, The Cat had been here.

The irony of the burglary was not lost on him. While twelve distinguished men of the district met downstairs in his library, smoking his fine cigars, drinking his expensive brandy and plotting how they’d catch the latest menace to the peace, that very menace had prowled free upstairs, daring to invade his most private sanctum: his bedroom.

It was only due to his keen hearing and the location of his rooms over the library that he had heard the faint scraping of a chair on the floor at all and had gone upstairs to investigate.

Curtains stirred at the window, calling his attention to the source of the winter chill permeating his quarters. The window was open. A slight movement behind the curtains gave away the intruder.

Brandon’s eyes narrowed. His body tensed. He amended his earlier thought. Not ‘had prowled’ but ‘was prowling’. Standing in the doorway of his chambers, he knew his instincts were right. The Cat was still in the room.