Her body. Her heart.

And all her love…

What a Scoundrel Wants
By Carrie Lofty
In this dazzling, original tale, Carrie Lofty imagines a new chapter in the well-loved Robin Hood fable. Meet Robin’s rakish nephew, Will Scarlet, a man whose talents with the sword and the ladies are legendary--until his desire for one woman changes everything...
A swordsman for the Sheriff of Nottingham, Will Scarlet has finally emerged from his famous uncle’s shadow. But when he’s unwittingly drawn into battle between the Sheriff and a nobleman, he cannot tell friend from foe. A woman’s screams lead Will into the carnage to save her, but the young lady is not the helpless maid she appears to be. Meg of Keyworth lost her sight to illness, but that hasn’t stopped her mission to save her imprisoned sister, who’s been arrested by none other than Will Scarlet. Meg wants to hate Will for betraying her family, but he sparks heated desire in her heart--a desire that only he can satisfy. Meg is lovely and loving, and bedding her is sensual bliss. To please her in every way is what he wants most...for Will know he will cherish her heart forever!

“Readers will delight in this inventive foray into a legendary place.” ~ Susan Wiggs, New York Times Bestselling Author “A clever imagining of characters we thought we knew. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” ~ Jo Goodman, USA Today Bestselling Author

Publisher: Kensington Line: Zebra Debut ISBN10: 0420104752 Price of Book: 3.99 Release: December 2, 2008 Continue for Excerpt…

Carrie Lofty was born in California, raised in the Midwest, and found the love of her life in England. Two daughters and a half-dozen moves later, she and her husband have settled north of Chicago where Carrie teaches creative writing. Her Castilian-set sequel, Scoundrel’s Kiss, featuring a slave-turned-warrior monk and an opium addict, will follow in 2009. "Sundial," her time travel short story set in 1958 Italy, won The Wild Rose Press’s “Through the Garden Gate” contest in 2007, and was praised as “inventive” (Dear Author) and “shattering” (Nights & Weekends).

www.carrielofty.com

©Carrie Lofty 2008. Uncorrected review copy. Permission granted to reprint excerpts from this flyer on blogs and websites for publicity purposes.

He stared at Meg’s lips, hating the sudden need to prove his worth to her, if only in words. But the subject of worth and valor and courage skirted too near unwanted memories. He ran the sharp edge of his thumbnail over the scar on his palm, picking at the lump of flesh. “You don’t trust him either,” he said. “Why did you keep the truth of my role in Ada’s arrest a secret from him?” She pinched her lips into a scowl. “He doesn’t need to know.” “Because you don’t trust him.” “Stop it!” She balled both hands and lunged. Perhaps she moved more slowly because of fatigue, or perhaps he knew better to guard against the angered assaults she was quick to use. Wheedle. Confront. Attack. The pattern of her behavior was becoming clear. Catching slender wrists, he absorbed every twist and thrust. He spun her twice, shoved her away. Meg stumbled and fell into the leaves. She scrambled to her feet, angled away from him. Will felt a childish urge to hold his breath and stay hidden from her keen ears, but a swift flash of lust made that a difficult task. Sparring with her played unconscionable games with his control. “You still need me,” he said, his claim scratching free of a tight throat. Meg whipped her head around. “Ridiculous.” “Do you know Nottingham? Or that castle? No.” “And I suppose you do.” He scowled. “Like I’d know my own father.” “No, no,” she said. “You’ve more reason to sabotage me than help me.” “How so?” “If you bend the sheriff’s ear, maybe reveal me as the real alchemist, then life becomes easier for Will Scarlet.” Her blindness had caused him nothing but trouble. She could have cleared his name. She could have made their flights through the forest easier to navigate. But at that moment, he was glad for her impairment. Although prepared to deflect a physical assault, he had not expected her flawless assessment of the stakes. He felt his surprise slash across his face in bold strokes. “That may be true, but I need Dryden as much as you do,” he said. “He’s the only one who can help clear my name. If nothing else, I can prove my good worth by coming to your aid.”

“I knew you had other motives.” “You wound me.” “No, I cured you.” He crossed his arms. “Based on our association, I see little difference.” “You suggest that if we share Dryden’s influence, in a way, you’ll have no cause to betray me?” Suspicion yet swam through her voice like fish in a stream. To get Meg to Nottingham, he needed to secure her full cooperation. No potions, no tricks, no reason to abandon him for Dryden’s convenient status and fickle bravery. She had to come willingly, if only for his own health and sanity. But how to convince her? The truth was obviously impossible; it resembled his misdeeds too closely, no matter his concern for the safety of Robin’s family. And if Hugo were any example of her associations, she would never accept altruism. Deceitful, lascivious, greedy Hugo. He grinned. “And if you offered a few of those counterfeit emeralds, I’d appreciate it.” “You low, slimy dunghill.” She closed the distance between them and jabbed a precise finger into the leather mail he wore. “You arrested my sister. You should be begging for my forgiveness, not offering your services for a price.” “Truth be told, ’tis an inexpensive price,” he said. “What sacrifice is it to part with shoddy rocks? Rocks you can conjure?” “The sacrifice is in giving you what you want.” He stroked a thumb along her bottom lip, feeling powerful when she flinched. A wayward, lustful part of him anticipated the sweet sting of her teeth, fighting, biting him again. “I’ve already had from you what any man wants from a woman.” She slapped his hand away. “Gelded bastard.” “If I were a gelding, you would’ve discovered as much.” “You’re no better than Hugo.” Good girl. “Two men working on your behalf will be better than one. Your unscrupulous soul knows as much.” “The Devil take your offer,” she said. “No, the Devil just made you an offer. Let me escort you to Nottingham.”

©Carrie Lofty 2008. Uncorrected review copy. Permission granted to reprint excerpts from this flyer on blogs and websites for publicity purposes.

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