Excerpt: Moonlight Scandals - Vilma Iris | Lifestyle Blogger

It takes a fearless woman to love the most scandalous man alive in New York Times Bestselling Author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s breathtaking novel

Even a ghost hunter like Rosie Herpin couldn’t have foreseen the fateful meeting between two mourners that has brought her so intimately close to the notorious and seductive Devlin de Vincent. Everyone in New Orleans knows he’s heir to a dark family curse that both frightens and enthralls. To the locals, Devlin is the devil. To Rosie, he’s a man who’s stoking her wildest fantasies. When a brutal attack on her friend is linked to the de Vincents, he becomes a mystery she may be risking her life to solve.

Devlin knows what he wants from this sexy and adventurous woman. But what does Rosie want from him? It’s a question that becomes more pressing—and more dangerous—when he suspects her of prying into the shadows of his past.

Now, the legends surrounding the de Vincents may not be myths at all. But if she’s to discover the truth, she must follow them straight into the arms of the man she can’t resist—the handsome devil himself.

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De Vincent

Book 3

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Romantic Suspense

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Exclusive Excerpt: Moonlight Scandals
By Jennifer L. Armentrout

Excerpt: Moonlight Scandals

Jennifer L. Armentrout delivers the third book in dark, sexy, suspenseful de Vincent series with MOONLIGHT SCANDALS. This is Rosie and Devlin’s story, and although it’s not out until the 29th, you can get a sneak peek below!

She’d never met a de Vincent before and definitely not the Devlin de Vincent, but she’d seen enough pictures of him to know that Devlin just . . . well, he just did it for her.

That indefinable thing that got her hormones revving like a 1967 Impala. Wide- shouldered and narrow at the waist, the man was tall, well over six feet. His dark hair was coiffed and styled short. He had the kind of face that was universally  handsome. High, broad cheekbones and a straight, aquiline nose paired with a set of full lips that came with a perfect Cupid’s bow. He had a square, hard jaw and a chin with a slight cleft in it.

The man was stunning, yet there was something cold about him, almost detached and a bit cruel about how he was pieced together. To anyone else, that might’ve dampened his attractiveness, but to Rosie? That only made him all the more beautiful.

Oh God, Rosie remembered something in that moment. How could she have forgotten? She wasn’t sure, but his father had died recently. Her heart all but broke for him, for all the brothers in that moment.

Devlin hadn’t turned fully in her direction, but he was staring at her and she was staring at him, and this was so not how she expected her trip to the cemetery to go.

“Can I help you?” he asked, and goodness, his voice was as deep as an ocean.

“I saw you back there, when your flowers fell into the puddle,” she said, inching closer to him. “I have extra. I thought you could use them.” The sunlight glanced off his cheekbones as he tilted his head to the side. He didn’t respond. So, she extended her arms, holding out the peonies. “Would you like them?”

Devlin still didn’t respond.

She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and decided if she was in for a penny, she was in for a pound. Stepping around the curb, she walked up to Devlin. My word, the man was tall, and she had to tip her head back to meet his gaze.

Those eyes.

Thick, heavy sooty lashes framed eyes the color of the gulf, a stunning blue- green.

His eyes didn’t meet hers. No, he appeared to be…staring at her mouth.

A flush of warmth cascaded over her. He has a fiancee. Or at least she thought he did. That’s what she told herself, about three different times, as she stopped worrying her lower lip and tried to converse again with him.

“Peonies are my favorite,” She explained, because why not? “The ones that have a scent, that is. Not all of them do, did you know that?”

His head straightened and he finally lifted his gaze to hers. She almost wished he hadn’t, because she had never seen such intense, serious eyes before. Eyes that didn’t hint at humor. A gaze that was definitely troubled.

Then again, was she surprised? His father had died and she’d sworn that there’d been something else recently in the papers about their family that was all kinds of dramalicious, but anyway, he was standing in a cemetery, before his family’s tomb, so yeah, he was probably troubled.

Wasn’t she also troubled?

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