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The League of Rogues takes what they want—but have they
taken on too much?

For too long Miss Emily Parr has been subject to the whims of her indebted
uncle and the lecherous advances of his repulsive business partner. Her plan to
be done with dominating men forever is simple—find herself a kind husband who
will leave her to her books.

It seems an easy enough plan, until she is unexpectedly abducted by an
incorrigible duke who hides a wounded spirit behind flashing green eyes.

Godric St. Laurent, Duke of Essex, spends countless nights at the club with his
four best friends, and relishes the rakish reputation society has branded him
with. He has no plans to marry anytime soon—if ever. But when he kidnaps an
embezzler’s niece, the difficult debutante’s blend of sweetness and sharp
tongue make him desperate for the one thing he swears he never wanted: love.

Yet as they surrender to passion, danger lurks in Godric’s shadowed past,
waiting for him to drop his guard—and rob him of the woman he can’t live
without.

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Can the League’s most wicked rakehell be tamed? Or has this Rogue fallen too far?

Horatia Sheridan has been hopelessly in love with Lucien, her brother’s best
friend, ever since he rescued her from the broken remains of her parents’
wrecked carriage. His reputation as London’s most notorious rakehell doesn’t
frighten her, for under his veneer of cool authority she has glimpsed a man
whose wicked desires inspire her own.

Lucien, Marquess of Rochester, has deliberately nurtured a reputation for
debauchery that makes every matchmaking mother of the ton quake with fear. His
one secret: he is torn between soul-ripping lust for Horatia, and the loyalty
he owes her brother.

That loyalty is put to the test when an old enemy of the League threatens
Horatia’s life. With Christmas drawing near, he sweeps her away to his country
estate, where he can’t resist granting her one wish—to share his bed and his
heart.

But sinister forces are lurking, awaiting the perfect moment to exact their revenge
by destroying not only whatever happiness Lucien might find in Horatia’s arms,
but the lives of those they love.

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here.

Every passion has its price . . .

From the moment Sophie enters his shadowy, sensual domain, Emery Lockwood knows
this tantalizing new little sub was meant to belong to him. However, Sophie
wants more from Emery than just pleasure . . . she wants his past. And that is
something he isn’t willing to give—no matter who is asking. But every moment he
spends with Sophie, Emery feels his control slipping and he knows it’s only a
matter of time before he surrenders to her heart, body, and soul.

Journalist Sophie Ryder has been following Emery Lockwood’s story since she was
a little girl. There has always been something in his haunted eyes that she
couldn’t resist and now, when she’s certain he holds the key to solving a string
of kidnappings, she’ll do anything to speak to him. Even if it means venturing
deep into the seductive world of the Gilded Cuff, a luxurious BDSM club on Long
Island’s Gold Coast and Emery’s personal playground.

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February 10th. 

“I’m not like other men, Sophie. Scars are a sign of
strength, survival. Someday you’ll be brave enough to show me, and I’ll prove
you have nothing to be ashamed of. Now, I am willing to accept the deal you
proposed. Are you willing in return?”

She bit her lip. It had been her idea; she had to see it
through. She wanted to see it through, even if it scared the living daylights
out of her.

“Yes. I’ll do it. Your story, my submission.”

He kissed her with raw possession, his mouth showing her
how wicked it would be between them. Wild, dark, and completely free. She
wanted that more than anything, the freedom to let go, to give in to the erotic
dreams she’d spent years ignoring but never had felt safe enough to give in to
before. His kiss broke down every barrier, obliterated every part of herself
she tried to hide. Sophie lifted her chin, offering him her mouth, pleading for
him. Emery drew a quick breath, eyes widening before his lashes fell to
half-mast, his gaze drawn to her lips.

When he took her lips, he dominated her with the depth of
his claiming. She breathed him in, like drawing the first heavy breath upon
waking from a thousand-year sleep. Sophie came alive in that single moment. The
woman she’d been all these years since losing Rachel, the scared little girl
fighting against the evils in the world, was gone. In her place was the woman
she’d always wanted to be, a woman not afraid to live her life. She couldn’t
shut this man out like she had her other friends or her family. No. He demanded
she give in to him. Electric tingles pulsed outward from the places they
touched, setting her senses on fire, fogging her mind. His kiss consumed
her—enveloping her until she was lost, set adrift in a haze of desire, longing,
and aching.

She felt his mouth tremble against hers; he seemed to
strain to keep his possession under control, to bank the fires of his passion.
His tongue slipped between her lips, thrusting in time with the rocking of his
hips against hers in tiny circles. He gave up his control and took her over.
His body weighed hers down, his hips rocking into hers. He could have done
anything to her in that moment, and she’d have agreed to it. Sophie’s inner
muscles clenched, empty and wet, yearning for him, but it was his kiss that was
her downfall—almost brutal with craving, as though he was a thirsty man
savoring his first sip of water from her mouth. All his focus, all his energy
seemed to be on her, on her lips.

He tore his mouth from hers, panting roughly. He cursed
savagely and withdrew his hands from her body. She blinked in surprise when she
realized his hot hands had slid up her outer thighs beneath the mini-skirt. Her
chest heaved, her breasts dangerously close to escaping the confines of her
corset. Emery’s eyes slowly tracked down from her mouth to her breasts. With a
rakish grin he pressed his mouth lightly on the tops of the creamy swells, his
tongue darting out as he licked and nibbled a path back up to her lips. He
paused, then feathered his lips at the corner of her mouth and brushed his nose
against hers playfully.

Sophie whimpered at the loss when he finally drew his
head back. It felt like good-bye, but that was foolish; she’d only just met him
and agreed to surrender to him. They couldn’t be done.

Emery sighed, his breath uneven against her temple. His
body stiffened above hers.

“Go home, Sophie. Forget me, this place. Let it be a
peculiar dream, nothing more. I’m not the man for you.” His voice was harsh.

“No,” she whispered fiercely, but she wasn’t as sure of
herself as she had been. She’d expected a spanking, some rough kissing. She
hadn’t expected to feel so vulnerable and exposed by a man taking control of
her body and owning her completely in a mere few minutes.

“You think you can really survive this lifestyle for even
one minute? You’re vanilla, sweetheart. You wouldn’t ever let me tie you up and
take you the thousand ways I’d like to. You’d cry when my hand came down on
your ass in punishment. You’re not ready for this.”

She shook her head, furiously fighting off the swell of
tears as her throat constricted. He and he alone had offered her what her
secret dreams and longings had called for night after night. The phantom lovers
that had tormented her to the brink of violent need in her dreams could never
compare to the very real and very heavy weight of his body on hers at that
moment. The devastation of that perfect kiss couldn’t be undone. The story
could wait…but the need…the desperation to feel alive again…she couldn’t let go
of that, not yet.

“No. Take me home with you.” She paused, calculating each
word. “Please, Sir.” She was begging. There was no doubt about it for either of
them, and as shocked as she was by her own impulse to beg, she prayed he’d let
her go with him.

Emery’s lips twisted into a crooked smile. For a moment,
she saw the boy in him, the one he’d been before his world had been utterly
destroyed. The child wasn’t gone, wasn’t dead. Buried yes, but not dead. He
threaded a hand through his hair and remained silent for moment. Shadows of
doubt and indecision danced across his face before he finally replied.

“How can I resist?” Emery lifted himself and hauled her
to her feet.

Sophie winced. Her back was bruised after lying on the
stone floor beneath him. She hadn’t minded at the time—her body had been
distracted by a thousand other things. But now her shoulder blades and hips
screamed in protest. Emery took her into his arms, rubbing her back, massaging
it with knowing hands.

“Come, I’ll summon my driver.”

“Okay.” She tried to remain calm. She was going home with
Emery Lockwood. One of the richest men in America. Yet it wasn’t his wealth
that made her fight off the rippling tremors at the base of her spine and in
her womb. No, it was the fact that she was going home with a man who kissed her
like she was the last woman on earth and time was ending. If he kissed like
that, sex with him would be the Apocalypse. She’d never survive it.

Tell me about who Lauren Smith is?

I’m an attorney and a writer who was born and bred in
Tulsa, Oklahoma. I’m a total nerd for books, movies, music, history and
science.

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

In the third grade, when I started actively writing my
own stories and I started attending writer conferences through school.

What do you love most about being an writer?

Telling stories. I have a wild and fun imagination that
never stops and the best part about writing is that I have an excuse to share
my stories with everyone else. I love seeing how everyone reacts to them.

Who inspired you to become a writer?

Honestly, no one inspired me. It was just an innate need
to write that kept me going. Further along in my building career, I was
inspired to write romance and tried to model myself after great authors like
Christina Dodd, Johanna Lindsey and Julia Quinn.

What are your favorite books?

This is always so tough to answer! I’d have to say Scent
of Darkness by Christina Dodd, The Host by Stephanie Meyer, When He Was Wicked
by Julia Quinn and Gentle Rogue by Johanna Lindsey.

What book are you reading right now?

Beauty and the Barbarian by Amy Jarecki!

What did you like the most about writing your own book?

The satisfaction of telling a story that’s been in my
heart. My characters are always very important to me and very real in many ways
and giving them a happily ever after is the best thing there is.

You write historical romance and paranormal romance
novels, how did you come to the idea of writing those stories? And where do you
get the inspiration from?

My historical novellas are a collection of historical
things I’ve encountered over the years in historical research for school. I
studied at Cambridge in England for two summers and my League of Rogues series
was born out of time spent on the campus which was rich with history. My
paranormal gothic romances come from my love of old ghost stories and old
gothic novels and wanting to put a new spin on older concepts. I read through
many accounts of hauntings in England in various castles and manor houses and
some of the spooky tales got my creative wheels turning!

Which one of your characters has stayed with you the
most? And why?

That’s a really tough question. Every single story I
write matters to me. Every character I create is incredibly special and they
all stay with me. Some of them are less in the forefront of my mind than others
depending on what I’m writing. For example, I’m finishing up a rough draft for
the third book in my League of Rogues series, so all the League heroes are in
my head right now, while my contemporary and paranormal heroes and heroines,
not so much.

What are your future plans in writing?

To write, write and write! I have at least three more League
of Rogues novels to write, hopefully an Edwardian novella trilogy, several
historical novellas, hopefully more contemporary and paranormal books as well.
And I even have my eye on some very cool sci-fi romances in the distant future.

Praise for Lauren Smith’s Books:

Amazon best-selling author Lauren Smith is an attorney by
day, author by night, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the
light of her smart phone flashlight app. She’s a native Oklahoman who lives
with her three pets—a feisty chinchilla, sophisticated cat and dapper little
schnauzer. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including
being an Amazon.com Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a
Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.

For more information about Lauren Smith and her books please visit her website, her blog, Goodreads and Amazon. Or look for Lauren on Twitter and Facebook.