The Christmas Husband Hunt

Publisher: Penguin

Series: The Sons of Sin Book 3

ISBN: 978-0425243695

Published: September 6, 2011

Level of Sensuality: Sensual

“Tell me one true thing, Emma.”

-To Seduce An Angel

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To Seduce An Angel

As a boy Kit Jones thought himself a bastard, not knowing that his parents were secretly married. When his powerful grandfather, the Duke of Wenlocke, discovered that Kit had a legitimate claim on his title, he arranged for Kit to disappear. Kidnapped, Kit spent two years in captivity to a strange and brutal man in London’s darkest rookery. When his captor died, he escaped. Fearing for the safety of his family, he did not return home, but made a life for himself with a band of urchins in London. Only when his brothers proved their extraordinary love for him, did he return home to discover the truth of his birth. Three years later the courts have recognized his claim to be his father’s son, and he becomes Marquess Daventry, his grandfather’s heir, but the aging duke continues to plot Kit’s destruction.

In book three Kit has become Daventry, his grandfather’s heir, a warrior angel trapped in a gilded cage who wants to free his family with a decisive defeat of the old duke. In a daring move that breaks all the rules of his safe life, he hires Emma Portland. Alone, pursued by spies, falsely accused of a murder she didn’t commit, Emma must spy for the old duke. If she doesn’t play by Wenlocke’s rules, she dies. Emma passes herself off as a tutor to Daventry’s lost boys as she plans an escape. What she doesn’t plan on is falling in love.

"To Seduce an Angel" was the best in the Sons of Sin series. I read Xander and Will's stories with a grain of salt, but I was completely taken away by Kit/Dav's story. Emma and Dav had an insane amount of obstacles to conquer to reach their HEA, and Kate Moore absolutely delivered in this page turner. –Amazon Reader 5-Star Review

“Moore has hit her stride with this marvelously rewarding conclusion to her Sons of Sin trilogy. Fans will hope for more of Moore’s sinful delights to come. –Library Journal

RITA Finalist 2012


Dav parted from Henry Norwood at three. He needed the roof. He had been patient with hours of legal talk while thoughts of his new grinder intruded. He would read Norwood’s full report in the days ahead, looking for the places in it that would show him how to beat his grandfather. He headed up the north stairs and met Emma Portland coming down them. She had something cupped in her gloved hands that claimed her whole attention so that he had a moment to look at her without her notice.

An old black bonnet covered her bright hair, but when she looked up, blue was what he saw. He tried to recall what had made him so suspicious of her the night before.

“What have you got? You’re like to break your neck if you don’t mind the steps and your cloak.”

“Oh, it’s you.”

He blocked her way. “No one else. What’s in your hands?”

“Robin’s baby dragon. Do you want to see it?”

He raised a brow. She lifted her cupped hands and it felt like an invitation, so he fitted his hands around hers. As soon as he touched her, he knew he had been wanted to touch her since yesterday. She tilted her upper hand slightly so that he could see the creature huddled inside.

It was a toad, a common toad, brown and speckled, knobby and squat. Its amber, jewellike eyes stared unblinking. She held it as gently as possible, but the frightened creature’s pulse quickened. Dav felt the rapid beat of his own pulse, glad for the concealing linen around his throat.

“Looks like a toad to me.”

She closed her hands and looked up at him, the blue dazzling. She gave a slow reproachful shake of her head as if he were a thickheaded student.

“What? Are you an admirer of toads?” He hardly knew what he was saying with her hands still cupped in his.

“He’s quite handsome if you think of him as a dragon.”

“But homely if you’re in the toad faction.”

She withdrew her hands from his. “Well, I’m in the dragon faction, and we’re going to find this fellow a proper home on the riverbank.”

He looked at her again. He’d just shared a light moment with her, and he’d thought the only brightness in her spirit was in that hair.

“Don’t fall in.” He stepped aside, and she passed him, but it was another minute before he remembered whether he had been going up or down.