FINALLY, PHILLIP
A STEAMY REGENCY ROMANCE
Book 1 of 6
RAKES VS. WALLFLOWERS
The Dirty Bird Series II by,
S.CINDERS
Finally, Phillip © 2017 S. Cinders
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Finally, Phillip © 2017 S. Cinders
STEAMY REGENCY* DIRTY BIRDS - SERIES II
Book 1 – Finally, Phillip
Book 2 – Dancing with Daniel
Book 3 – Better with Benjamin
Book 4 – Finding Frances
Book 5 – Sinfully Samuel
Book 6 – Melt me, Miles
NOTE: MATURE
FINALLY, PHILLIP - BOOK 1
Lord Phillip Randall, the Marquis of Lancaster, was known for his prowess between the bedsheets and cared for little else. A renowned rake and rogue, Randall wined and dined the merry widows of London and then tupped them when their husbands weren't looking. He was never caught without a mistress, Randall thrived on good sex, wine, and sport.
All was right in his world, or so he thought. A few weeks previous, he had befriended a particularly quirky bird named Sophie Torrington on a whim. Thankfully, she was married off to his good friend Elias and was out of his hair. But her best friend, Lady Eden Norfolk, had been much harder to shake from his mind.
To make matters worse, his mother had been after him to take a wife, but Randall had been steadily ignoring her. After one particularly debauched evening, he awoke to his mother and two younger sisters in residence for the season. Suddenly his life had been turned upside down by a voluptuous, blond-haired, bespectacled enchantress.
The first series is by S. Cinders
THE DIRTY BIRD SERIES
1-Made for Maddie
2- Courting Cece
3-Educating Elizabeth
4- Beautiful Bex
5-Made for Margo
6- Simply Sophie
Prologue
Phillip licked the outside of her thigh, loving the harsh gasp of shock and yet knowing that in their little battle she wouldn’t dare say anything.
“Too much, Eden?”
He strained to hear her breathy reply, “Not enough, I would say.”
His eyes dangerous as he nuzzled her softly rounded stomach, “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Why? Is this too much for you?” she taunted him, stronger this time. Her hands coming to grasp her large breasts, twisting and pulling on the aching points. She moaned softly, but kept her eyes on his.
“You are playing with fire, Eden,” he said harshly, his cock harder than it had ever been in his life.
“I am not afraid of getting burned,” she replied huskily, and her fingertips trailed down her belly and danced in the golden curls there.
“This game needs to stop.” His erection was painful in his breeches, but he knew that she was an innocent, and despite this battle of wills, he was not a deflowerer of innocents.
She parted her curls and began caressing herself. He gripped her thighs and parted them further.
And yet his words belayed his actions: “This is not something that you can take back, Eden.”
She moaned and arched her hips. It was all he could do not to rip out of his clothes and sink into her.
He was mad as hell at himself, at her, at their stupid game, and at everything this had become. He could see how wet she was, how perfect she was, and it was killing him.
His eyes no longer held the playful taunt: “You would never forgive me if I took your innocence, and I am not the marrying kind. This game is over, you have won.” He stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
Eden knew that she should feel triumphant, she had won, and yet she felt bereft…empty.
Dear heaven above, what had she done?