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What the Marquess Sees
What the Marquess Sees | Amy Quinton
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The Marquess of Dansbury is a charismatic spy that has taken on many difficult tasks for the crown, but none so difficult as protecting Lady Beatryce Beckett. She lies, she cheats, she steals, and she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Right now, what Lady Beatryce wants is the marquess. But, when you’re on the run from a mad assassin, it’s hard to find the time to profess your love! Amy Quinton takes you on a rollicking adventure in What the Marquess Sees, Book 2 of her Regency romance series, Agents of Change. What happens when you throw together a charming Marquess and a lady who lies? Anything! England 1814: He is a marquess with a woman to protect and an assassin to thwart. She is...not nice. The Marquess of Dansbury is a strong, charismatic man living a charmed life as an agent for the crown. His past isn’t without tragedy, but he is too amiable to allow misfortune to mar his positive outlook on life. Until now...when he finds himself tasked with protecting the one woman in the world he actively disdains, Lady Beatryce Beckett. Lady Beatryce Beckett is mean. She ruins other women on purpose. She lies. She cheats. She even steals. And she takes particular pleasure in provoking a certain marquess. In short, she’ll do anything to get what she wants: freedom from her abusive father. But she is strong (she’s had to be), worthy (who’d have thought it), and in love... Wait, what? It will take a special man to see the true woman beneath the surface...and a strong woman to allow him that glimpse. Is the Marquess of Dansbury up to the task? Content Notes: Hot, Voyeurism, Regency, Historical, Suspense, Adventure
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He looked odd there, lying amongst the rocks. She nearly stepped out and made some quip about it, but her voice died in her throat when she realized he was

stark. naked.

Bare as the day he was born naked.

He lay sprawled across one large boulder, one knee bent and chin tilted to the moon as if offering himself upon some alter to the Gods.

She wanted to be the Goddess who worshipped his sacrifice.