With her headful of wild curls and wilder ideas and an unabashed love of experiments and explosives, society has labeled Lady Imogen Loveless peculiar…and doesn’t know she’s one of the Hell’s Belles—a group of vigilantes operating outside the notice of most of London.
Thomas Peck is not most of London. The brilliant detective fought his way off the streets and into a promising career through sheer force of will and a keen ability to see things others miss, like the fact that Imogen isn’t peculiar…she’s pandemonium. If you ask him, she requires a keeper. When her powerful family discovers her late-night activities, they couldn’t agree more…and they know just the man for the task.
Thomas wants nothing to do with guarding Imogen. He is a grown man with a proper job and no time for the lady’s incendiary chaos, no matter how lushly it is packaged. But some assignments are too explosive to pass up, and the gruff detective is soon caught up in Imogen’s world, full of her bold smiles and burning secrets…and a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both.
Then Imogen wasn’t paying attention, because Tommy was there, crouching over her, blue gaze flashing with worry and fury and frustration and something wild that she might have been afraid of if she didn’t feel it, too. He reached for her, wrapping one strong hand around the back of her neck and pulling her to him, tilting her face up to his. “Are you hurt?”
Ears ringing, she shook her head. “You?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he was kissing her, deep and lush—a wicked, wonderful kiss that stole her thoughts, save one.
He was growling.
When he broke the kiss, he pulled back to look at her, fury in his eyes.
“Hear me, Imogen Loveless. You are mine. And I will always, always come for you.”
“You could have decided that a bit sooner, Tommy Peck.”
One of his dark brows rose just slightly—just enough to promise that they’d be discussing this at length later. “Stay right here. I’m coming back to tell you how much I love you.”
Her eyes went wide. Yes, please.
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