Alyson Chase lives in Colorado. A former attorney, she happily ditched those suits and now works in her pajamas writing about men’s briefs instead of legal briefs. When she’s not writing, she’s probably engaged in one of her favorite hobbies: napping, eating, or martial arts. (That last one almost makes up for the first two, right?) She also writes humorous, small-town, contemporary romance novels under the name Allyson Charles and paranormal romance as A. Caprice.
This is a bit unedited and not the final version, but a taste of the upcoming MARKED BY THE MARQUESS. “Don’t be a halfwit.” Sin shifted his weight. The girls were still eyeing his friend like a hunting dog did a fresh kill. Pampered, scheming coquettes, every last one. “Can we leave, or are there any other unsuitable women you wish to flirt with?” “Every woman suits me.” Summerset gave him a lazy smile that set Sin’s teeth on edge. The hell of it was, his friend was right. So