Desire [NOOK Book]

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Seducing readers with her scorching sensuality and searing romance, bestselling author Nicole Jordan weaves her most tantalizing love story yet. . . .

DESIRE

A legendary lover and spymaster, the darkly sensual Earl of Wycliff eludes matrimony until a brush with death makes him yearn for a son to carry on ...
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Overview

Seducing readers with her scorching sensuality and searing romance, bestselling author Nicole Jordan weaves her most tantalizing love story yet. . . .

DESIRE

A legendary lover and spymaster, the darkly sensual Earl of Wycliff eludes matrimony until a brush with death makes him yearn for a son to carry on his name. The moment Lucian spies the alluring Brynn Caldwell on a Cornish beach, he knows he has found the woman he wants for his bride.

Brynn believes the notorious rake’s fascination with her is driven by a centuries-old curse that dooms the women of her family to tempt men–only to lead those they love to their death. Compelled by dire circumstances to marry Lucian, Brynn surrenders her body to his caresses but dares not give him her heart.

Locked in a battle of wills with his bewitching wife, Lucian begins to suspect that Brynn is a traitor. Before long he finds himself lured into a web of danger and betrayal, where the price of winning his bride’s elusive heart may be his own life.
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Publishers Weekly
Following in the tradition of The Seduction and The Passion, the third installment in Jordan's Regency-era Notorious series is rife with sensual love scenes and the kind of misunderstandings and misadventures typical of the genre. When English spymaster Lucian Tremayne, the Earl of Wycliff, comes across Brynn Caldwell as she's emerging from the ocean after a swim, he finds himself irresistibly drawn to her and offers for her hand in marriage. Brynn refuses, informing him of her family's curse the women in her family are doomed to lure the men who love them to their death. Unafraid of a mere curse, Lucian convinces Brynn to marry him by offering to help her family out of debt. In a plot twist familiar to Regency fans, Brynn and Lucian each struggle to keep their emotions separate from their desire for one another but, inevitably, love blossoms between the two. This overused story line is enlivened by a subplot involving a gold smuggling operation that strikes close to Lucian's home and leads him to mistrust his beguiling wife. The sex scenes here are fewer and less explicit than in Jordan's earlier entries, but the novel's intricate plot and colorful characters more than compensate. This delightful tale will please fans and newcomers alike. (Nov. 1) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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"Jordan writes highly charged erotic historical romances."
--Publishers Weekly

"A vibrantly sensual novel. A journey of awakening... intensely robust and romantic."
--The Romance Journal

"A seductive tale with all the fire and conflict expected from this talented author."
--BookBrowser

"An emotional storm."
--Rendezvous

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345449573
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/3/2001
  • Series: Notorius Series
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 82,800
  • File size: 398 KB

Meet the Author

Nicole Jordan is the nationally bestselling author of fifteen historical romances. She recently moved with her real-life hero to the Rocky Mountains of Utah, where she is at work on the next book of her scorching Notorious series--tales of dangerous rakes and bold adventurers during the Regency era. You can e-mail her via her Web site at romancejournal.com/Jordan.
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Chapter One

The Cornish Coast, three months earlier . . . It was not one of her better days. Brynn Caldwell dove beneath the warm surf, trying to drown her simmering anger in the deep tidal pool. Her frustration with her oldest brother Grayson had reached the limits of her endurance.

With a muttered oath, she surfaced and rolled onto her back, willing herself to calm. This was not the first time she had futilely argued with Gray and sought refuge in the secluded cove below their house. The inlet was flanked on two sides by jagged boulders and behind by a low cliff that shielded the natural rock pool from prying eyes. She came here whenever she could, or whenever she felt a need for peace, as now.

Here she could be free of the confining restrictions she imposed on herself. Here she could forget the troubles that constantly worried her: how to make ends meet for her impoverished family, how to protect her youngest brother, Theodore, from Gray’s dangerous notions of upbringing.

The afternoon July sun was warm on her face as Brynn floated, the salty seawater soothing her frayed temper. Yet she had never felt so helpless. Gray intended to take Theo out on a midnight smuggling excursion tonight, and despite arguing herself hoarse, she could do nothing to stop him.

“Devil take him!” she murmured, an imprecation she used frequently of late toward her oldest brother. Grayson was very dear to her, but dragging a mere child into their illicit activities was utterly criminal.

It galled her to feel so powerless. She had raised Theo from a baby—ever since their mother had died in childbirth twelve years before—and she was desperate to spare him the danger that had ensnared her four other brothers and herself as well.

Smuggling was a way of life on the Cornish coast. Having grown up here, she accepted the illegal means to which the local folk resorted simply to survive, trafficking goods such as brandy and silk past government revenuers to avoid crushing taxes.

But Free Trading was so very perilous. Her father had perished in a storm several years ago while trying to elude a revenue cutter. And so had numerous other men of the district, leaving behind widows and young children with no means of support.

And now Grayson meant to involve Theo in an upcoming brandy-smuggling foray so he could “learn to pull his weight” and help relieve the oppressive debts their father had amassed. It was enough to make Brynn want to do violence.

She made herself float awhile longer, then swam some more, trying to burn off her frustration—to no avail. She was physically spent by the time she turned toward shore, but her feelings of guilt and anger and helplessness were just as strong as she clambered onto the ledge of the rocky pool.

For a moment she stood dripping wet in her shift, wringing out her long hair. The sea breeze would dry it quickly, for this stretch of Cornish coast boasted one of the warmest climes in England.

When she started to reach for the towel she had left lying on the ground, however, she realized it was gone. Her gaze lifted, searching, then fell upon the intruder in her private sanctuary. Brynn froze, her heart thudding in her chest.

He was leaning casually against a boulder, watching her from the afternoon shadows. He was dressed informally as well in breeches and gleaming topboots and a white cambric shirt with no cravat. Yet there was nothing casual in his look as his measuring gaze slowly raked her.

Alarmed, she took a backward step. How had he found his way to the rocky stretch of beach below the cliff? Had he discovered the cave below the house with its secret tunnel? He didn’t look like a revenuer, but government men sometimes roamed these shores, searching for contraband.

“Who are you?” she demanded in a breathless voice. “How did you get here?”

“I climbed down,” he replied, gesturing with his head at the rocks above him.

“You didn’t answer my first question.”

He was tall and lithely built, she noted, with dark, curling hair worn a trifle longer than fashionable. When he stepped out of the shadows, her gaze riveted on his face. His lean, aristocratic features were strikingly handsome, barely saved from arrogance by a sensual mouth. His heavily lashed eyes were a startling hue, the deep blue of the ocean on a brilliant summer day, and they held her transfixed.

“I’m Wycliff,” he said simply, as if she should be duly impressed.

She was, in truth. She recognized the name of the rich and powerful Earl of Wycliff. By reputation, he was a notorious rake and a leader of the infamous Hellfire League, an exclusive club of wicked noblemen dedicated to pleasure and debauchery. Brynn was suddenly keenly aware of a different kind of danger. Simply being alone with him could taint her reputation.

“That does not explain what you are doing here,” she replied tartly.

“I am visiting a friend.”

“Do you realize you are trespassing?”

His mouth curved in a charming half smile. “I couldn’t resist the pleasure of watching a sea nymph cavort in her kingdom. I wasn’t even certain you were real.”

He held out her towel to her, but Brynn warily backed up another step, every instinct she possessed warning her to flee. She wanted to retreat farther, yet with the pool directly behind her, there was nowhere to go but into the water.

“You needn’t fear me,” he remarked soothingly. “I’m not in the habit of ravishing beautiful women, no matter how scantily clad.”

“That is not what I hear—” Brynn began, then looked down at herself and nearly gasped. The shift she wore had turned transparent, showing her breasts with their puckered rosy nipples and the thatch of auburn hair at the vee of her thighs. Flustered, she crossed to him and snatched the towel from his grasp, then wrapped it around her body, shielding her charms from his interested gaze.

“I won’t assault you. I am a gentleman, after all.”

“Are you?” she asked skeptically. “A gentleman would go away at once and allow me to dress in private.”

A lazy smile filled his blue eyes, but he made no move to accommodate her wishes. Annoyed by his arrogance, Brynn brushed past him and stalked barefooted across the shingle toward the rock where she had left her gown and slippers. She had barely taken four steps, however, when a stinging pain in her left sole made her draw a sharp breath. Halting abruptly, she stood on one leg, cursing her clumsiness. She had cut the pad of her foot on a shell or rock.

“You’re bleeding,” a concerned voice said be- hind her.

“I am fine.”

When she tried to hobble toward her clothing, though, she suddenly felt herself being swept up in a pair of strong arms.

Brynn gasped in shock.

“How dare you . . . Put me down!” she demanded, and tried to break free, but her struggles were in vain. Not only was Wycliff tall and lithe but surprisingly muscular as well—and altogether too domineering for her taste, both in manner and tone of voice.

“Be still,” he ordered. “I only want to see to your wound.”

He carried her as if she weighed no more than thistledown and lifted her up onto a boulder so that she sat facing him, her knees level with his broad chest.

Brynn glared repressingly at him, but he only flashed her a wicked smile. When his gaze flickered over her bosom, she realized that her towel had come loose and clutched at it wildly, covering her indecently exposed breasts. There was nothing she could do, however, to hide her legs, which were bare to the knees.

At last he turned his attention to her left foot. He cradled it gently in his elegant hands, turning it slightly to inspect the bloody cut on the underside. His touch was careful as he brushed away sand and probed the wound with his thumb.

“It doesn’t appear to be too deep,” he murmured.

“I told you, my lord, I am perfectly all right. And I don’t appreciate you accosting me.”

Instead of answering, Lord Wycliff began pulling the hem of his shirt from the waistband of his breeches.

Brynn’s eyes widened in alarm. “What are you doing?”

“Tearing a strip off my shirt to bind your wound. I haven’t any bandages with me at present, or even a handkerchief.”

It was a costly shirt, made of the finest cambric, she noted, the price of which would have fed a commoner’s family for weeks. But the Earl of Wycliff was reportedly wealthy enough to destroy a dozen such garments without thinking twice.

“You will ruin your shirt,” Brynn protested weakly.

That charming half smile flashed again. “But my sacrifice is for a good cause.”

He ripped the fabric at the bottom and tore off part of the hem, then began to bandage her foot.

Biting her lip, Brynn stared down at his dark head as he bent over her. His nearness was affecting her strangely, making her senses swim and her heartbeat quicken ridiculously. His thick, curling hair was deepest brown, the rich color of dark chocolate, and she could smell his clean masculine scent over the pungent brine from the sea.

He seemed intimately aware of her as well, for his touch was lingering and provocative as he bound her foot. After he tied a neat knot over her arch, he went still. When he looked up suddenly, his sapphire eyes had darkened.

Brynn froze. Sweet heaven. She had seen that look before in men’s eyes. Want, need, primitive male lust. She was sitting there, wet and bedraggled as a drowned cat, and yet this handsome stranger was looking at her as if she was the most bewitching woman he had ever encountered.

It was the Gypsy’s curse again, Brynn thought with a sinking heart. The powerful Romany spell that had made men go wild for the females in her family for nearly two hundred years. And she was alone with this wicked lord, wearing scarcely a stitch of clothing.

She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun beating down on her wet head.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice suddenly husky.

“No . . . I told you I am quite all right. Or I would be if you would go away and leave me in peace.”

“It would hardly be chivalrous of me to leave you in this condition. You’re injured.”

“I will manage well enough.”

“You can’t mean to walk home, siren. Where do you live? I’ll carry you.”

Brynn hesitated. She couldn’t possibly allow him to carry her. She couldn’t be seen alone with a nobleman of his notorious ilk, especially while in this state of undress. Even if she were to don her gown—which was one of her oldest— appearing in pub- lic in his arms was sure to cause a scandal. Simply divulging her identity to him would be courting trouble.

If he would just leave her, she could return home through the cave, which was connected by a narrow passageway to her family home on the cliff top.

Pretending regret, she lowered her gaze to conceal the lie in her eyes. She would do better to encourage him to believe her a servant. Indeed, she suspected he already thought her one, for no true lady would go swimming in her shift. “My master would not like it if a strange man were to accompany me home.”

“You have a protector?”

By that he was asking if she were some man’s mistress, she realized.

“Yes, my lord.” She didn’t tell him that her “protector” was her older brother, Sir Grayson Caldwell.

“I should have known.” His voice was low and sensual. “A woman as lovely as you would of course be taken.”

“Let me go . . . please.” She would have climbed down from the boulder where she was perched, but he stood directly in front of her, too near for comfort.

“You haven’t even told me your name.”

“It’s—” Elizabeth, she started to say, which truthfully was her middle name. But few servants owned such an elegant appellation. “My name is Beth.”

His heavy eyebrows drew together as he studied her. “Somehow that doesn’t fit. It doesn’t do justice to a sea nymph. I shall call you Aphrodite instead. That’s what I first thought when I saw you rising from the foam.”

“I would rather you call me nothing at all and say farewell.”

His half-lidded gaze was amused as he measured her. “My, what a little firebrand you are. Your protector must have his hands full dealing with you.”

“That is hardly your concern, my lord.”

“No, regrettably it isn’t.” His murmur was husky and vibrant. Seductive. It stroked her nerve endings like velvet.

“Will you release me?” she responded much too breathlessly.

“Yes. On one condition.”

“Condition?” Brynn eyed him warily, trying to summon her defenses. After the frustrations of her day, she was in no mood to be trifled with or eager to become the plaything of a rake.

“You must pay a forfeit.” His hand lifted to her face, and with one finger he brushed her mouth lightly. “A simple kiss. Nothing more.”

He wouldn’t be satisfied with one kiss, Brynn feared. Even a rake as experienced and jaded as the Earl of Wycliff would not be able to resist the damnable Gypsy’s curse. To her everlasting dismay, she possessed unique feminine powers. An irresistible allure she had inherited from her legendary ancestor.

Yet she knew she wouldn’t be rid of him unless she agreed.

“If I kiss you, then you promise to go?”

“If you insist.”

“You give me your word of honor?”

“Absolutely.”

His eyes touched her intimately, and she couldn’t look away. She only hoped she could believe him.

“Very well,” she said with grave reluctance. “One kiss.”

Her throat dry, Brynn braced herself as he put his hands at her waist to lift her down from her rock. But instead of simply setting her on the ground, he held her against him. Her breath caught in her throat as he deliberately let her slide down the full length of his body.

His seductive smile was unapologetic. “If I am allowed only one kiss, I must make it good.” Still keeping her pressed to him, he bent his head.

His lips were warm, surprisingly soft—and more tempting than she could have imagined. She tried to hold herself stiffly, but found it impossible with the caress of his alluring mouth.

His teeth began tugging at her lower lip, nipping softly, while his hand stroked the curve of her spine. Brynn felt the first stirrings of a sexual response that she was unprepared for.

Unconsciously she parted her lips, and he took immediate advantage. Delicately, inexorably his tongue slid inside her mouth in a slow and thorough invasion. His taste was incredibly arousing. She shivered at the warm stroke of his rough-silk tongue inside her mouth, feeling a sweet, foreign ache between her thighs.

His kiss became more demanding then, teasing a hunger from her she couldn’t believe possible. Every nerve in her body flared and tightened as his tongue played with hers, meeting hers, coaxing, twining in a long sensuous pattern of withdrawal and penetration. A helpless sigh whispered from deep in her throat. She could feel the slow movement of his hips against hers, feel the shameful tingling of her breasts, the brazen heat that uncoiled between her thighs.

Then he pulled her even closer, into the hard heat of his body, fitting her more fluidly against his rigid arousal, and she had difficulty catching her breath. And his hands . . .

Her pulse beat wildly as his long fingers curved over her breast. In some distant part of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t allow him such liberties, but she couldn’t find the strength to protest. His practiced fingers caressed her, cupping and teasing the furled bud with expert skill.

She was trembling when he finally raised his head, yet he didn’t release her. His gaze bored into her, penetrating in a way that was disturbingly intimate.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured, his voice a husky rasp.

She knew she should turn and run, but she couldn’t move. She was held captive by the unwavering intensity of his gaze.

He brushed a wet strand of her hair away from her temple, then moved his hands to the neckline of her chemise. Her towel fell forgotten to the ground as he freed her breasts to the warm sun and to his heated gaze.

His eyes alight with cobalt fires, he lowered his head. She felt the soft brush of his breath before his lips captured one pouting crest. A whimper sounded in her throat as he tongued her, laving the peaked nipple. Then his mouth closed wet and hungry on the cresting tip, drawing the soft, swollen flesh between his teeth, pulling at it with a hard sucking motion.

The sensation streaking through her body was so excruciatingly violent, her knees went weak. Her hands rose to his hair and clenched in the silky thickness. He pressed her back against the boulder, but she offered no protest, ignoring the voice of reason screaming a warning in her head. He was seducing her, and she didn’t care.

His knee rode intimately between her thighs, sending desire knifing through her trembling body. The rough rock bit hurtfully into her through the thin fabric of her shift, yet she found herself clutching his head to her breast, trying to draw his tantalizing, relentless mouth closer.

He went on tasting her, tormenting her, while Brynn’s senses went wild. Sweet heaven, what was happening to her? No man had ever affected her this way. She had never felt such intense sensations, such uncontrollable desire. She was the one to drive men mad, not the other way around. Men were the victims of the powerful Gypsy’s spell—

Dear God, the curse.

From somewhere far away dim reason filtered through to her consciousness. This was madness. He was much too fervent. His passionate embrace was careening out of control, spiraling into something dark and dangerous. Brynn knew without a doubt that her virginity was at stake; if she let him continue like this, she would have no claim to innocence left.

“No . . . please . . . you promised,” she gasped.

Dredging up a vestige of resistance, she tried to pull away. Yet to her dismay, he would not let her go.

Her desperation rose. On the edge of panic, Brynn brought her knee up between his thighs, contacting with the hard ridge of male flesh hidden there beneath his breeches.

The sharp sound he made in response was between a gasp and a groan, but her blow had the desired effect of making him release her with a smothered curse. She caught a glimpse of his face—bewilderment, pain, anger—as he doubled over. He stood there a moment, his hands clutching his knees as he struggled for breath.

Brynn stared at him, her naked breasts heaving. No lady should claim to know about the intimacies of a man’s body, but having grown up with five brothers, she knew something about fighting. Grayson himself had taught her to protect herself physically from overamorous suitors, instructing her on the most vulnerable parts of male anatomy.

For the first time in months, Brynn found herself blessing her older brother rather than cursing him.

But she still had an angry, injured male to deal with, she realized when the handsome Lord Wycliff lifted his head. Despite the glazed, spellbound look in his eyes, he fixed her with a baleful glare, his gaze raking her bare breasts.

Desperately she straightened her disheveled chemise and inched away, slipping out from between him and the boulder. She regretted having to cause him such pain, but there had been no other way to break the spell.

“I am sorry,” she muttered defiantly, “but you should never have kissed me—touched me—like that.”

He was still short of breath when he answered, surprising her. “I know. It was unpardonable of me.”

Brynn returned his gaze warily as she moved over to her pile of clothing.

His sensuous mouth twisted in an expression that was halfway between a pained grimace and a self-deprecating smile. “I am the one who should be sorry. My only excuse is that I became carried away by your charms.”

His apology amazed her, yet she wasn’t certain she could trust it. Scooping up her gown and slippers, she held them to her chest, concealing her breasts from his view.

“I suppose you could not help yourself,” she replied grudgingly.

Clutching her garments close, she turned and scrambled up the rocky path that cut across the cliff face, unmindful of her injured foot.

She paused once to glance behind her. Lord Wycliff stood on the shingle beach below, staring up at her. His hands rested on his narrow hips, his powerful legs slightly spread, as if he stood on a mountaintop, surveying his domain.

He did not intend to follow her, she realized with immense relief. Yet she hadn’t seen the last of the arrogant earl, Brynn was certain.

Turning, she fled, disappearing behind a scrub thicket that clung precariously to the edge of the path.

When she was out of sight, Lucian let out his breath in a quiet rush. The encounter had left him unexpectedly shaken.

It was a novel experience, being bested by a servant. For that matter, it was novel for any woman to resist his advances—and even more singular for him to lose control the way he had.

Lucian shook his head, feeling an amused, self-mocking smile twist his mouth. He was entirely unaccustomed to being rebuffed. Normally females, no matter their station or claim to comeliness, vied for his attention and favors. Never before had he been assaulted by one.

This entire interlude was wholly unforeseen. He was on a mission to uncover vital war intelligence, searching the coves along the seacoast for places where stolen gold might be hidden. The last thing he’d thought to discover was a scantily clad sea nymph with flaming auburn hair and emerald eyes.

Enchanted at first sight, he had watched bewitched when she climbed from the pool, stricken by the untamed beauty he had stumbled upon. When she stood bathed in full sunlight, a soft sea breeze wafting over her body, she had looked like a primitive goddess, and he could barely catch his breath.

But she was no imaginary creature, he’d discovered to his delight. She was intensely real, an alluring, flesh-and-blood woman. Everything about her was profoundly sensual, from the deep blaze of her hair, to her creamy, silken skin, to her slim thighs, naked and dewy from the sea. And those eyes . . .

He could lose himself in those vibrant green eyes.

Who the devil was she? She was too well-spoken to be less than an upper-class servant. A lady’s maid, perhaps, or a governess. Except that no governess looked the way she did, or possessed such spirited defiance or so tart a tongue. He was a little amazed at her daring.

Obviously she had the confidence of a woman secure in her position. Her beauty doubtless commanded the homage of a wealthy protector.

She would make a magnificent mistress, Lucian knew—fiery, disdainful, yet sexually responsive enough to meet his intense appetites with those of her own.

He could eagerly imagine sliding deep within her silky body, feeling her wrap those strong, graceful legs around him, that cloud of glorious hair entwining him as he took her in the throes of passion.

It was enough to set his blood on fire. And the thought of her response . . .

She had wanted him, he knew. He had recognized all the signs of an aroused woman, her body growing sweetly pliant as he held and caressed her, her soft whimpers of pleasure as he had tasted her lush, ripe breasts. . . .

Heat surged through him at the mere memory. Lucian found himself swearing a low oath at the ache in his loins. He hadn’t been left this tormented with unconsummated desire since adolescence.

So how did he proceed from here? Could she be lured away from her protector—by the promise of riches or some other significant consideration? There was no question that he was intrigued, or that her lush loveliness entranced him.

A pity her station wasn’t more elevated. For months he had been searching for a bride to bear him a son. Were her lineage better, he wouldn’t hesitate to claim her.

But despite her lack of breeding, he would en- joy a dalliance. No, more than a dalliance, Lucian amended. He felt a restless aching need to possess her. He wanted the fascinating beauty in his bed.

His eyes narrowed as he contemplated the cliff path where she had fled. He wanted her. And Lucian Tremayne, seventh Earl of Wycliff, usually got what he wanted.

From the Paperback edition.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2012

    Were we reading the same book??

    I love Nicole Jordan. The Seduction was beyond amazing, but Desire was a 412 page snooze fest. I did not develop a connection with any of the characters, and if Lucian said Young Bucks one more time, I was going to scream! A retarded curse and a spy that EVERYONE KNEW WAS A SPY, combined with mixed-matched sex scenes called for a serious headache. Although not a complete nuclear bomb, it is one of those beginner ones that you send to someone you can't stand. Save your time and money. TRUST ME.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2003

    Desire

    I have read all her books at least twice and I absolutely love them. Nicole is hands down my favorite writer and I count down the days until "The Prince of Pleasure" is released. I can say without even reading it yet but with strong conviction it will not disappoint! that is how much faith I have in Nicole.....Nicole I adore your books, please keep 'em coming!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2012

    AMAZING!!!

    Great book from page 1, love the series, cant wait to read the final book in the elusive hellfire club. Nicole your my absolute favorite, have all of your ebooks!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2006

    Very Excitingly Good!!!

    This is my first book that I have read by Nicole Jordan. I really did like her books I really enjoy romance novels and yours was just great. I'm looking forward to reading your books!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2003

    Sensual and Satisfying...

    DESIRE continues Nicole Jordan¿s highly entertaining, emotional, and provocative Notorious series, which began in THE SEDUCTION and continued in THE PASSION. DESIRE is the Earl of Wycliff Lucian Tremayne¿s turn at center stage -- and he does it so well. Lucian finds himself in Cornwall, searching for clues to the identity of the mysterious Lord Caliban, who has been betraying England to France in a myriad of spy schemes. Caliban¿s latest trick has been to steal gold from England and use it to fund Napoleon¿s armies. Given the disappearance of the latest gold shipment, Lucian is sure that Caliban¿s henchmen are at work in the area and he is determined to bring them to justice. But his all-business trip takes a surprising turn when he meets Brynn Caldwell. Her beauty is breathtaking and he is immediately and powerfully drawn to her. He knows his feelings are real, despite her protests that they are the result of a gypsy curse laid upon the women of her family, to be fatally attractive to men. Once he realizes that Brynn is a respectable young lady and not the housemaid he originally suspected her of being, he pushes for marriage over her loud protests, ultimately manipulating the situation to attain his desires. Brynn can¿t refuse Lucian when he offers to pay her family¿s debts, but that doesn¿t mean she has to be happy about it either. Lucian is called away on their wedding night to deal with the Caliban affair, and this event sets the tone for the conflict within Lucian in the rest of the novel: the idea of duty to country vs. the idea of commitment to love and family. This inner turmoil ends up playing a large role in the tale, as Lucian uncovers damning evidence that could destroy his marriage. Coupled with the fact that Lucian is fighting Brynn¿s (rightful) belief in the curse, the plot becomes highly twisted and emotional. When I first read the back cover and saw the bit about the gypsy curse, I was leery. But I needn¿t have worried. The curse is not some paranormal plot device bandied about to give Brynn a flaw. Jordan handles the idea in such a manner that a believer or a skeptic can appreciate it. Lucian, while he longs for Brynn to give up the idea of the curse, does not push her to do so, but waits for her to deal with it in her own way -- a fact I found extremely refreshing and unexpected in light of Lucian¿s alpha personality. What I love about Jordan¿s works is her devotion to character development and the pure feelings of the protagonists for each other. DESIRE is no exception; Jordan lets readers see the mental and emotional workings of both Lucian and Brynn, letting us feel as torn as they themselves do. Accompanying these revelations is the palpable chemistry between the hero and heroine, which is satisfyingly and beautifully fulfilled in love scenes that are lush with sensuality, but never ripen to excessive purple prose. Characters first seen in the previous Notorious books make brief appearances here. We get to see Damien Sinclair and his wife Vanessa, and we hear about Nick Sabine and his wife Aurora. Raven Kendrick, who first appeared in THE PASSION, is further developed here, and Dare Clune, the devil-may-care Hellfire League leader, shows a surprisingly sensitive and vulnerable side of himself. Raven now has her own story in ECSTACY, and Dare, I was delighted to discover, gets his time in the spotlight in the current release THE PRINCE OF PLEASURE. Fans of this series will be more than satisfied with this entry. Jordan satisfies with her characteristic deft hand at plotting and luscious prose.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2002

    My first experience with Nicole Jordan

    'Desire' started it all for me. This was the first book I read by Nicole Jordan and fell in love with the way she portrayed her characters. I then had to hunt down ALL of her books and read them. Desire is just that...Desireable! Another mixture of love, hate, turmoil, romance, etc...all rolled into one great, hard to put down book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2002

    3 1/2 stars - Not Bad Yet Not Memorable Either...

    I have waited for this third segment of Nicole Jordan's Notorious series with high expectations because I've enjoyed both prequels very much. I find myself a bit disappointed on this one, however. Lucian and Brynn's story was a bit simple for me. The plot have some pulling moments but needed more enhancements for full exciting effect. The gypsy curse was interesting in the beginning yet not properly resolved towards the end for me to find it credible enough. I was also not specially taken with both the hero/heroine's characters. They are well liked, yes but not to the extent for me to find them hearty. They're not quite as challenging as Damien and Vanessa in THE SEDUCTION nor were they intriguing as Nicholas and Aurora in THE PASSION. However, the intimacy of Lucian and Brynn is consistent with the prequels. It does have full sensual effects. It's fun, tasty and not lurid in my opinion. Another niggle about this book is my own personal preferences. See, I LOVE book sequels/trilogy/series. I enjoy keeping track of the characters on my books, especially those I favor. However, I also expect authors to write updates of the previous characters. Even just a tiny bit. It brings back old fun memories and it's heart warming to read some short new infos of how these characters are doing. It is afterall what a sequel or series is expected of, isn't it? In this particular book, it is so unbelievable that Damien Sinclair (who happends to be a very good friend of the Earl of Wycliff) and Nicholas Sabine (who's a cousin of Lucien) didn't have any appearance in this book at all. Just a mention of their names but no appearances whatsoever. I was very disappointed in this matter. Compared to THE SEDUCTION and THE PASSION, DESIRE unfortunately fell short. It's not what I have expected. However, it is still somewhat an enjoyable read. The fourth book of the Notorious Series is ECSTACY, Story of Raven, Nicholas Sabine's sister. Coming Fall 2002. I hope Raven's story would be more to my liking and would include UPDATES of the previous characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2002

    Desire

    Nicole has done it again! This is the third book by her that I have read and I love it. She is number 1 on my list. Read this book and you will know what I mean!!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    stunning Regenct romantic suspense

    In 1813 on the Cornish Coast, the renowned rake, the Earl of Tremayne, Lucien Wycliffe, actually works undercover seeking traitors smuggling gold to the French. He meets Brynn Caldwell in an isolated area and cannot resist stealing a kiss. She thinks his immediate attraction to her is caused by the two-century-old gypsy curse in which men fall hard for her family¿s females, but die if they love them back <P>Lucien learns that Brynn¿s family is in financial trouble and suspects her oldest brother Gray does some smuggling to make ends meet and avoid debtor prison though he wonders if selling gold is part of the man¿s activities. Lucien, who wants an heir, decides to marry Brynn, the first woman he has found attractive in a while. He blackmails his reluctant choice by offering to send her bookish sibling Theo to the university and pay off Gray¿s debts. However, he begins to wonder if his new wife and her family are the seditious supporters of Napoleon even as he knows he loves Brynn, curse or not. <P>DESIRE is an exciting Regency romance that readers will enjoy as the evidence points towards Brynn¿s betrayal of Lucien. The lead characters are a strong duo though the audience might wonder why Brynn hides behind the curse rather than confide in her spouse, whom she has to realize does not trust her. The support cast, especially two of her brothers, add depth to the era and the lead protagonists. Nicole Jordan has written a stunning historical romance that sub-genre fans will want to read. <P>Harriet Klausner

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