Publisher: Lyrical Press
Series: The Husband Hunter Series Book 3
Published: March 12, 2019
“What I want to know is why you engaged yourself to me in the midst of doing whatever it is you really came to London to do. What’s my part in all this?”
-A Spy's Guide To Seduction
Other Books In The Series
An independent earl’s daughter is accidentally betrothed to spy with a mysterious past and a mission to recover stolen documents and uncover an enemy agent operating in London. From the moment their engagement begins, Emily finds herself intrigued by Lynley, her fiancé, a man who encourages her daring and who offers a most seductive partnership in spy-catching. A volume of tips for the marriage-minded brings them together, but adventure teaches them how right they are for each other.
"Rife with witty repartee, adventure, and sweet devotion, this flawlessly written tale demonstrates Moore’s impeccable understanding of the Regency period, attention to detail and an uncanny ability to make readers part of the era." –Library Journal starred review, Top Pick in Romance in 2019
"One of my favorite things in a book is when I adore both the hero and heroine, that’s the case in A Spy’s Guide to Seduction. Neither Emily nor Lynley is overly sentimental in speech, yet their care of each other …speaks volumes. There are no explicit scenes, but their chemistry is undeniable, and their kisses just sizzle. I love that Lynley doesn’t want to change Emily; he embraces her independence and intelligence. I have enjoyed all the books in this series and highly recommend them, but A Spy’s Guide to Seduction can be read as a standalone. There is plenty of witty dialogue, mystery, and warm romance in this delightful, well-written novel to satisfy those who enjoy a captivating book with strong and appealing lead characters." –Rose @Roses Are Blue Reviews
Lynley didn’t like it. Malikov had been murdered for knowing things. Even his refusal to betray his fellow spies to the English had not saved him. Now Lynley had involved Emily in the case. Now Emily knew things she ought not to know.
“You’re frowning. What?” she asked.
He reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. He simply had to hold her for a few minutes. “I want you out of these clothes,” he said.
“Lynley!” She twisted to look at him, her elbow catching him in his bruised ribs. “I appreciate that we’ve had a trying afternoon, but there’s no reason to lose your head. We’re on Fleet Street in a moving carriage with a good part of the population of London passing by.”
He took hold of her dangerous elbows. As soon as he’d said it, he realized that he’d meant just what she thought, but it would not do to admit it.
“I meant,” he said, “that your skirts have been in contact with who knows what offensive, possibly poisonous substances. I think you should burn this dress.”
“Oh, of course. Good thought.” She softened and leaned against him. “I must thank you for coming into the cell at just that moment. I feared the guards would detain me. We make a good team.”