Devil in Disguise (The Ravenels Book 7)

Westcliff didn’t appear to hear the comment, his gaze locked on Lillian’s unrepentant face. “Good God—is there nothing you won’t stoop to?” “If there is,” Lillian replied smartly, “I haven’t discovered it yet.” Had her own circumstances not been quite so mortifying, Annabelle would have dissolved into laughter at the earl’s expression.

“Such as?” St. Vincent inquired with the exaggerated patience of a rebellious lad being subjected to an unwanted lecture from his decrepit grandfather.

“Don’t hurt him!” Beatrix Hathaway called out anxiously. “He’s a family pet!” The assembled guests glanced from Cam’s closed hands to the Hathaway girl’s apologetic face. “A pet? What a relief!” Lady Westcliff said calmly, staring down the length of the table at her husband’s blank countenance. “I thought it was some new English delicacy we were se

“The girl doesn’t seem to care a bit about her reputation, Devil,” Grace said. “I might go so far as to say she’s absolutely no interest whatsoever in what society thinks of her.” “How would you know that?” he snapped. “You’ve met her one time.” She brandished the note. “Because she’s at the club right now.” He froze. “Which club?” A perfectly arch

“She and her sister are meeting with the countess.” “Ah, what a magnificent old dragon,” St. Vincent mused, drawing Lillian through the doorway.