To Love A Scoundrel

Lord Adam Ferguson ’s reputation of being a rakehell and a womanizing scoundrel were well earned. And he was proud of his accomplishment. He’d work years to get that recognition. He relished his lifestyle and very much enjoyed his gaming hells, horse races, cock fights and last but not least, he savored young voluptuous women. The ones that could turn a hellish day into a devilish night of pleasure.
Jane’s heart fluttered, as she spied Adam across the ballroom. He still looked the same except a tad bit older. Adam was still the most handsome man she had ever seen. Those green eyes still looked as if they could peer through to her soul. The man was magnificent, devastatingly handsome. She felt herself falling for with him all over again. But no, she couldn’t, she must remember the man he was….. a womanizing scoundrel, that broke her heart. He was no longer the young man she adored.