“You’re trying to avoid our cake.” He cast a chagrined look toward the disastrous pastry.

“That, too.”

He caressed her hair and released a sigh. “As it is your birthday, I will bow to your wishes. But you’ll have to wait on your presents.”

His disappointment was so obvious, Emily leaned up to kiss him. “Not all of them.” She slid her hands beneath his coat, fumbling with his waistcoat and shirt, until her palms touched the bare skin of his back. “Perhaps I’ll unwrap one now.”

“Will you?” His voice deepened, even as he removed his coat.

Emily captured his cravat and wound her hand around it, using it to pull him forward. “Unless you have an objection?”

Her husband remained decidedly silent.

If you enjoyed The Accidental Countess, read on for an excerpt of The Accidental Princess, book two in the Accidentally in Love series!

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Excerpt from The Accidental Princess

London, 1855

She could feel his eyes watching her from across the room. Like an invisible protector, warning away anyone who would bother her. Lady Hannah Chesterfield smiled at one of the ballroom guests, but she hadn’t heard a word the woman had said. Instead, she was all too aware of Lieutenant Thorpe’s gaze and the forbidden nature of his thoughts.

Though she’d only met him a few weeks ago, she hadn’t forgotten his intensity. Nor the way he’d stared at her like a delectable sweet he wanted but couldn’t have.

He’d brushed his lips upon the back of her hand when her brother Stephen had introduced them. The unexpected kiss had made her skin flush, awakening the strange desire to move closer to him. He looked as though he wanted to kiss every inch of her, and the thought made her body tremble. His interest had been undeniable.

It was nearing midnight, the hour of secret liaisons. More than a few ladies had disappeared into the garden with a companion, only to return with twigs in their hair and swollen lips.

Hannah wondered what it would be like to indulge in such wickedness, feeling a man’s mouth against her lips, his hands touching her the way a lover’s would. There was something about the lieutenant that was dangerous. Unpredictable. He didn’t belong here among London’s elite, and yet he fascinated her.