Excerpt of Dishonorable Intentions:
Taking her hand, he led her towards their host and hostess. With each step she struggled to keep up for fear that if she didn’t he would simply allow her arm to be jerked out of the socket rather than stopping to wait. Half way across the ballroom, she pulled at her arm, making one last feeble attempt to flee. All her efforts gained her a callously whispered warning from Aiden to stay put. Left with no other option, she walked beside him, managing to sustain a pretense of docility that completely parried the affronted ire burning inside her. As they exited the house, she risked a small triumphant smile, pleased with how well she had carried out her performance and convinced that her husband believed the farce.
Her hopes were quickly dashed when Aiden, regarding her across the interior of the carriage, sent her an acerbic expression that served as an irrefutable warning that he wasn't fooled.
“You might as well stop acting like a meek little chambermaid,” he told her. “You know as well as I that you are currently contemplating whether you would prefer to see me hanged or skewered.”
“Am I?” she asked, innocently fluttering her eyelashes, her fear manifesting itself as rebellion.
“Do you remember what I told you about lying to me, Jezebel?” Aiden inquired his words, though phrased as a statement, carried the marked severity of a command.
“Yes,” she replied, “every egotistical word.”
“I’m warning you, sweetheart.” His voice took on a quality that was comparable to smooth steel. “You’re pressing your luck.”