![]() He was big and wore a harlequin's motley-black-and-red diamond leggings and tunic, black jackboots, a hat with a wide, floppy brim, and a black half mask with a grotesquely outsized nose. Many a tale I've told, but none so strange as the legend of the Herla King.…Īrtemis Greaves did not like to think herself a cynical person, but when the masked figure dropped into the moonlit alley to confront the three toughs already menacing her and her cousin, the hand on the knife in her boot tightened. Now that she has the tiger by the tail, can she withstand his ire-or the temptation of his embrace? Read Excerpt But blackmailing a powerful duke isn’t without risks. Īrtemis makes a bold move: she demands that Maximus use his influence to free her imprisoned brother-or she will expose him as the Ghost. ![]() ![]() She’s even more intrigued when she realizes who exactly the notorious Ghost is by day. Giles rescues her from footpads, she recognizes a kindred spirit-and is intrigued. Īrtemis Greaves toils as a lady’s companion, but hiding beneath the plain brown serge of her dress is the heart of a huntress. One night he finds a fiery woman who meets him toe-to-toe-and won’t back down. Giles, ever on the hunt for the murderer. But by night, disguised as the Ghost of St. ![]() ![]() Now the autocratic Duke of Wakefield, he spends his days ruling Parliament. Twenty years ago Maximus Batten witnessed the brutal murders of his parents. ![]()
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