Maggie Robinson

Master of Sin

Master of Sin
The Courtesan Court, Book 4
Kensington Brava ♦ March 27, 2012
ISBN-13: 9780758251053 ♦ ISBN-10: 075825105X

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Andrew Rossiter has used his gorgeous body and angelic face for all they’re worth—shocking the proper, seducing the willing, and pleasuring the wealthy. But with a young son depending on him for rescue, suddenly discretion is far more important than desire. He’ll have to quench his desires—fast. And he’ll have to find somewhere his scandalous reputation hasn’t yet reached…

Miss Gemma Peartree seems like a plain, virginal governess—or so she hopes. No matter how many sparks fly between them, she has too much to hide to catch Andrew’s eye. But with a stormy Scottish winter driving them together, it will be hard to keep her secrets. Especially when Andrew feels he has found the woman who can restore his soul—one kiss at a time…

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Italy 1820

Chapter 1

Andrew Rossiter was on the cusp of reformation. He could taste it, sweet as the wine Giulietta had passed him at dessert from their picnic basket, bold as the wind that whipped the sails of their little yacht, tempting as the green coast of England would be at this moment. Alas, he was cruising the Mediterranean, the city of Savona in the distance, still steeped in sin, and rather bored with it. The only saving grace was the sight of his little son drowsing on a velvet tufted cushion, his small fist curled under a distinctive Rossiter chin–square, dimpled and determined.

Of course Andrew could not claim the boy. He was Duca Alessandro di Maniero’s heir, the product of a carefully orchestrated plot to bring continued glory to the di Maniero name. It would not do for the duca’s true inclinations and shortcomings to be revealed to all the world. Andrew had been perfectly willing to assist the duca and the duchessa in their bedroom quest. The hardship was minimal. Giulietta was a lovely young woman, Alessandro bearable, and the price right, even absurdly generous. When they had invited him back to Italy to contribute further to their family, he had happily assented. The weather was perfect and there had been pressing reasons for him to escape England and his troubled past.

He doubted anyone could rival him for trouble. Or past. Perhaps he was being too maudlin what with all the wine he had drunk this afternoon, but it seemed his luck was bad. Cursed, even. Andrew was blessed with the looks of an angel, which had attracted an earthly devil to snatch him off the streets and use him without conscience from the age of seven onward. Andrew had never been innocent, even as a child, but even his ramshackle upbringing had not prepared him for Donal Stewart. Eventually it was easier to succumb to sin than fight it. If he were honest, Andrew eventually derived some succor from his sexual escapades, but they had long since lost their luster.

That was it–he’d lost his lust. He barked out a laugh and watched his child startle at the sound. The boy’s face was quite pink and damp despite the awning over the deck.

“Giulietta, let me bring Marco below. The sun is strong today.”

Giulietta looked up from her book, a wide-brimmed straw bonnet shading her face. Even in shadow, she was exquisite, a delicate blonde Venetian beauty who could have married anyone. It was her misfortune to choose a man who was entirely immune to her sex. “Si, Andrew. That is perhaps wise.”

Andrew laughed again, softer this time. No one called him wise, or at least not often. He’d taken some pains lately to buff the tarnish from his reputation, but he very much feared the black would not ever be completely eradicated. He gathered up the boy, pillow and all, and, ducking his golden head, stepped down into the little cabin. He laid the sleeping child on the bunk and plunked down on the soft chair opposite to watch over him. Marco’s favorite nursemaid had been left at the villa. Giulietta had confided that the woman became easily seasick, and wasn’t it nice to be just in famiglia?

As the duke and his duchess were the closest thing Andrew had to family now, he had readily agreed. Any opportunity to get to know his little son was welcome. The sail had been blissful so far on a perfect late summer day. The food, the wine, the amenities–Alessandro’s yacht had every comfort imaginable. Usually there was a small crew to sail the vessel through the turquoise and lapis waters—Italy’s Riviera—but today Alessandro had dismissed them and was alone at the helm, chest puffed, chubby cheeks red with exertion, his few tufts of black hair waving maniacally in the wind. Andrew had done his share earlier with lines and sails and was now pleasantly fatigued, especially after the heavy lunch that had been prepared. If he wasn’t careful, he’d wind up as fat as Alessandro and then requests for his particular skills would dry up.

And would that be such a bad thing? Andrew thought not. There was plenty of money at his bank. Sin paid well, and his investments had been remarkably successful—he was not unlucky there. He might do something useful with his life, though he could hardly think what.

A lassitude crept over him as the boat rocked through the gentle sea swells. He closed his eyes and tried to picture himself back in England. Better yet, Scotland, the place of his birth. It was safe to go back now. His ‘Uncle’ Donal was long dead, a victim of his own excessive appetites. Everyone Andrew had loved was dead, save for Caroline, and she was married and quite above his touch despite his every effort.

Bah. He’d come to Italy to run from his past. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to sleep, a sleep not as innocent as his son’s, but restful nonetheless.

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“Robinson turns in an unusual Regency packed with drama. Despite the heavy secrets, the romance is unaffected and pure.”

— Publishers Weekly

“Robinson crafts an intelligent, powerful, emotional, highly sensual love story with a damaged hero and an exceptional heroine, moving the story beyond the typical and into the unconventional. Readers will become so invested in the characters that the fast pace and heated sexual tension only add to the delight. Fine storytelling.”

— RT Book Reviews

“A delightfully decadent read, MASTER OF SIN, the fourth and final book in phenomenal author Maggie Robinson’s COURTESAN COURT series, is a witty, sensual historical romance. Maggie Robinson fans will already be familiar with hero Andrew Rossiter and will learn the reasons behind his previous bad behavior. Due to his scandalous past, Andrew does not feel that anyone can really love him, nor does he feel worthy of love. But Gemma has secrets of her own. Infused with secrets galore, complex characters, witty dialogue, sexual tension, murder, suspense, passion and romance, this emotion-packed story is an absolute delight. Is there any wonder that Ms. Robinson has become one of my very favorite authors? Readers will find themselves rooting for this very atypical couple, who deserve the happiness that has long been denied them.”

— 4 1/2 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

“Maggie is an author you don’t want to miss and this story and series are ones you will want to read sooner rather than later!”

— Aprils Top Pick from The Season for Romance

“Robinson is one of those writers who go above and beyond what you would expect in giving her readers a heart-wrenching and gripping story. She draws in her readers with her skillful crafting of characters. Robinson’s greatness in creating Gemma and Andrew as living, breathing characters is pure magic. She allows her readers to delve deep into the sorrows and the triumphs of her characters.”

— Romantic Crush Junkies

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