On a Wild Night (Cynster Series)

On a Wild Night (Cynster Series)

by Stephanie Laurens

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On a Wild Night (Cynster Series) by Stephanie Laurens

Where are all the exciting men in London?

After spending years in the glittering ballrooms of the ton, Amanda Cynster is utterly bored by the current crop of colorless suitors. Determined to take matters into her own hands, one night she shockingly goes where no respectable lady ever should, but where many an intriguing gentleman might be found.

But titillating excitement quickly turns to panic when Amanda discovers she's quite out of her depth. She looks around for help -- and is unexpectedly rescued by the Earl of Dexter. Lean, sensuous, and mysterious, he has delayed re-entering society, preferring instead a more interesting existence on its fringes.

He's the epitome of the boldly passionate gentleman Amanda has been searching for, but although his very touch makes it clear he's willing to educate her in the art of love, Amanda has to wonder if such a masterful, lionized rake can be sufficiently tamed into the ways of marriage.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780380812035
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 04/02/2002
Series: Cynster Series , #8
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 238,840
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.08(d)

About the Author

#1 New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Laurens began writing as an escape from the dry world of professional science, a hobby that quickly became a career. Her novels set in Regency England have captivated readers around the globe, making her one of the romance world's most beloved and popular authors.

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Chapter Four

"Exciting enough?"

The words reached her on a whisper; no cynicism came with them -- he seemed as appreciative as she.

She drew in a breath -- the air was cooler, sweeter than any she'd ever tasted. "It's... strange." She glanced at him. "Come -- let's walk a little way."

His brows rose but he stood, stepped past her and jumped down. He gave her his hands, helped her down the steps, then, enclosing one of her hands in a firm grasp, he surveyed the silvered sward. "Which way?"

"There." She pointed across the expanse before them to a pinetum.

Dexter called a command to the groom, then, her hand still locked in his, they set out.

It had been years since she'd walked hand-in-hand. She found it unexpectedly enjoyable, leaving her freer than if she'd taken his arm. Yet when her boot slipped in a dip, he pulled her up, steadied her easily. She laughed and smiled her thanks, resettled the luxurious wrap,, then let him take her hand and they walked on.

Behind them, the carriage drive dwindled. The sense of being alone, the sole living beings in the quiet landscape, grew with every step. The consciousness of being -isolated, one male, one female, burgeoned; there was no other living creature to distract or deflect their senses.

The magic that hung in the moonlit air was a drug.Amanda felt giddy by the time they were nearing the pines. She was aware Dexter was watching her; his thoughts were impossible to guess.

How did he see her? As an obligation, a young lady he felthonor-bound to protect? Or as a lady with whom he was happy to be walking handfasted through the moonlight?

She didn't know which, but she was determined to find out.

The pines were grouped to create a grove with a path winding through it; she glanced at Dexter. "Can we go in?"

His eyes met hers. "If you wish."

She led the way, gazing about her as they moved into the trees' shadows. The path led to a clearing where the interested could pause and admire the individual trees. She did so. The trees hid the moon; the clearing was lit only by diffused light, even softer, less substantial, than moonlight.

Sliding her fingers from Dexter's, she adjusted the silken wrap. She paused, eyes on the trees, senses alive to the subtle promise, the elusive whisper on the night air. She turned to him. His gaze shifted from the trees to her. She hesitated for only a heartbeat, then stepped closer. Lifted one hand to his shoulder, stretched up and set her lips to his.

He didn't immediately react, then he stirred; his hands locked about her waist and anchored her in the same instant his lips firmed. He returned her caress, then his tongue touched her lips and she parted them. He surged in.

Their lips clung, their tongues twined, caressed, made artful promises. His fingers flexed against her spine, sinking deeper, as if to hold her where she was, her feet firmly on the ground.. Preserving the small but definite distance between their bodies, when all she wanted was to close it.

He drew back from the kiss, lifted his head, but seemed incapable of lifting it far. His eyes searched hers. "What are you seeking?"

She slid her fingers to his nape. "I told you -- excitement. You told me I could find it here." In your arms. With her eyes, she dared him to misunderstand as, ignoring the pressure of his hands at her waist, she stepped closer. Her pelisse brushed his coat. She held his gaze, darkly shadowed, and prayed she struck the right note -- one of blatant challenge. "Show me, then." Her gaze fell to his lips. "I want to know -- I want to feel it."

Stretching up, she kissed him again; this time he met her from the start. Their lips melded, tongues tangled... then, as if she'd succeeded in getting him to open some door, the muscles of his arms unlocked. His fingers eased from her waist; his hands slid over, then under the slipping silk wrap. Slowly, deliberately, he drew her to him.

The contact, body to body, was a shock -- a delicious one. The sheer strength now caging her would have had her resisting had it been any other man. Instead, she sank against him, inwardly smiled as his arms tightened and his hands shifted over her back. Gloried in the contrasts -- her slenderness against his large body, the fineness of her bones against the heaviness of his. Her body reacted; she felt his react to her -- felt her pulses leap. Sensed his need to seize. Was grateful that he didn't.

He felt like iron beneath his clothes -- hot, resilient -- male. Her breasts, flush against his coat, started to ache; her palms itched. Sliding her hand into his hair, she tumbled the thick locks, as heavy and silken as the wrap, over and through her fingers. Her other hand rested on his chest; she would have sent it wandering but he distracted her.

Drew her deep into the kiss, caught her wits, captured her senses with a sudden flare of sensual heat. With the sudden unmasking of desire, his and hers, the temptation of an unfamiliar need.

On a Wild Night. Copyright © by Stephanie Laurens. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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On a Wild Night (Cynster Series) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 70 reviews.
atzbech More than 1 year ago
Another great book in the Cynster series! I wish these men existed in modern times or is it just that men nowadays don't have a clue about how to court and seduce a woman!? I really don't understand some of the negative reviews about this book. There is a huge difference between how women thought and were treated in the olden days compared to the modern woman and I think that's part of the probem. As a modern woman, we would never tolerate certain treatment but we must remember, ladies, we cannot judge these stories by our present-day standards! Also, these books are fictional romance. Loosen up! Enjoy them for the sheer pleasure and escape they offer! Knowing what I know now, I'd sure like to spend just one night with one of these heroes!
CherryBlossom More than 1 year ago
Amanda Cynster is a wild twin who wants to find a husband outside of the usual boring "ton". She goes on a hunt and meets Earl Dexter who has just returned from exile. Amanda goes to a seedy gambling club with a friend and finds herself in a challenging predicament. Martin, or Dexter, comes to her aid. The tale is all about her seduction of Martin? Is she the one that is seduced? They go on a wild merry-go-round of trying to find each other and true love. There is much sex in the contents and gets a little boring. There isn't as much trilling action as some of the other Cynster series. This is all about girl meets boy. I did not enjoy this reading of the Cynster Series as some of the previous reads. It was too predictable! Cherry Blossom
Guest More than 1 year ago
Here are my problems with all Stephanie Laurens Cynster books: 1)they are all long, not because of interesting plot twists or details, but because of pointless babble; 2)she gets what she feels is a good description of a character, and then uses it REPEATEDLY until you want to beat yourself in the head with the book (in this book, it is the word 'lion' to describe Martin); 3)what is the deal with all these men being unable to say they love someone? It makes me so frustrated. The Cynster series had been getting better, until this book. The storyline had a lot of potential, but was ruined by an obvious mystery (I was thinking, are these people stupid? Do they REALLY not know who the murderer is? I figured it out - as anyone with an IQ over 50 would have - as soon as they mentioned the murder), and boring characters. I couldn't wait for it to end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My only problem is the twins hair color has changed over the years. However, I loved this book.
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Tangen More than 1 year ago
Not the best example of Laurens' s imagination, I feel. Amanda goes to a gaming hell to find the kind of man she wants for a husband and comes up with Martin. The rest of the book is just about that exciting. Not. I must have bought the audio on sale without reading the paperback first. It is not on my list to reread. Can't fault Simon Prebble's performance, though.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A 370 page 1830's Regency English romance of the twins and particularly Amanda and her pursuit of a worthy husband. Gaming hells, the demimonde, an enticing brooding male, romance in the ton, murder mystery, seduction, with frequent explicit sex scenes. The descriptive vocabulary and the frequent sex scenes do get repetitive. A Cynster romance book.
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Stephanie Laurens is wonderful. Another good Cynster book.
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