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What A Wallflower Wants by Maya Rodale
Book Three of the Bad Boys & Wallflowers series
Publication Date: September 30, 2014
***Warning: this is an adult book, and for the eyes of mature readers***
In the third novel in Maya Rodale’s charming Wallflower series, London’s Least Likely to Be Caught in a Compromising Position finds temptation in a devilishly handsome stranger . . .
Miss Prudence Merryweather Payton has a secret.
Everyone knows that she’s the only graduate from her finishing school to remain unwed on her fourth season-but no one knows why. With her romantic illusions shattered after being compromised against her will, Prudence accepts a proposal even though her betrothed is not exactly a knight in shining armor. When he cowardly pushes her out of their stagecoach to divert a highwayman, she vows never to trust another man again.
John Roark, Viscount Castleton, is nobody’s hero.
He’s a blue-eyed charmer with a mysterious past and ambitious plans for his future-that do not include a wife. When he finds himself stranded at a country inn with a captivating young woman, a delicate dance of seduction ensues. He knows he should keep his distance. And he definitely shouldn’t start falling in love with her.
When Prudence’s dark past comes back to haunt her, John must protect her-even though he risks revealing his own secrets that could destroy his future.
About the Author:
Maya Rodale began reading romance novels in college at her mother’s insistence and it wasn’t long before she was writing her own. Maya is now the author of multiple Regency historical romances. She lives in New York City with her darling dog and a rogue of her own.
Miss Merryweather remained in her room all day long, leaving Castleton to wonder what the hell had happened on the stairs this morning as he spent a good portion of his day polishing his boots until they he could see his face reflected in the leather. All the while, he thought about the girl. The sheer terror in her eyes nearly made him fall to his knees. Again, he felt an overwhelming urge to soothe and console her, even though he hardly knew her. Castleton had seen that look in a woman’s eyes before. Made him suspect that someone had hurt her. His throat constricted just thinking about it.
By evening he was going mad thinking about her, listening to the Hammersmith children play loudly in the parlor, and worrying that he wouldn’t make it to London in time because of this cursed, relentless rain. The High Street was a veritable swamp. He needed a distraction and he reckoned Miss Merryweather did, too. So he knocked on her door with one hand while easily balancing a tray of food in the other. He heard a small voice from the other side of the door ask, “Who is it?” John paused a moment before answering. “Castleton.” She unlocked the door and cracked it open. “I have brought supper,” he said. “Thank you. That’s very kind.” “For both of us,” he added. Her eyes widened. “And you brought it here? We cannot eat it in here. Together. Alone.” This he knew. He also knew that if he had simply asked for her company, she would have refused. He suspected she needed to come out of her bedchamber before she went mad. Thus, his scheme to secure her company for supper over a table in the parlor.