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A woman who has lost everything…
After her father’s death Lady Elianna was forced into servitude by her cousin and his family. For years she has done as told filling the roll of everything from a lady’s maid to a scullery maid without complaint. That is until Lord Sinclair shows up at the estate causing her to dare to dream once more.
A man determined to save her…
Lord Sinclair is intrigued by Elianna after a brief meeting in Hyde Park. He is convinced the woman is hiding something and he’s determined to discover her secrets. When the lady Elianna is accompanying extends an invitation to a country house party, he accepts.
Circumstances beyond their control…
Passion flairs to life as Elianna works to hide her secrets while Lord Sinclair does everything in his power to uncover them. One fateful night will change everything, dragging her secrets to the forefront and forcing action. Might their love be the key to overcoming her past?
“London is calling for me.” Garrett rubbed his hand across his thigh, brushing away a bit of dust. If not for his interest in Miss Elianna the party would hold no appeal for him. He found the rituals of house parties rather tedious and the gaming, liquor, and loose women at this one in particular were in short supply.
It was his sense that she was in danger that drove his interest in her—the adventure and excitement of saving a damsel. He’d still intended to enjoy himself during the party, at the least partake in good gaming and a delectable widow on the side.
“The devil you say.” Aubry stomped his boot, dislodging a clump of straw from the stables. “I rather think it would suit you to find some enjoyment here. Perhaps a proper lady to court and wed?”
Garrett raised a brow in mock indignation. “Whoever needs that when London is full of improper ladies to bed?”
“London will kill you yet, old friend.”
Garrett grinned with amusement. “But what a way to go.”
“I can see the gossip column now.” He waved his hand out in front of himself. “Garrett Tumbly, Viscount Sinclair, perished last evening with a belly full of port and a widow beneath him after having spent several hours at a popular gaming hell.” Aubry chuckled.
The familiar figure of Miss Elianna near the rear of the house caught Garrett’s attention. She wore a deep green gown with gold accents—the same shade she’d worn on their previous meetings. Peculiar for any woman. In fact, he’d never meet one whose frocks all bore the same shade.
Come to think of it, the Berkly servants wore the same colors. Deep green and gold were the earl’s livery colors. But Miss Elianna was no servant. She was a companion to Lady Caroline. Or was she? Had the ladies deceived him? Was that her secret?
“Ugh.” A huff of air whooshed from him when Aubry jabbed his elbow into Garrett’s side. Recovered, he turned to his friend. “Take care, will you.”
“What interest do you have in that woman?” Aubry asked.
Garrett shot him a scathing look. “I met her in London along with Lady Caroline. Something about her caught my interest but not in the way you suppose.”
“Do you mean to tell me you’ve met a woman worth more to you than a quick tumble?” Aubry jested.
“Last night’s port must have gone directly to your head causing lasting damage.” He glanced back at Miss Elianna. “I have no wish to become romantically involved with anyone here. There is, however, something the girl is hiding, and I intend to figure out what it is.”
“The party is not so grand that we should have a hard time discovering more about her. Tell me what you have to go on?”
Garrett’s pulse increased as he watched Miss Elianna making her way across the lawn, toward the house. His opportunity to speak with her again shrank with each step she took. Before long she’d be out of sight and reach. He turned his attention back to Aubry. “Later. For now, you must excuse me.”
Aubry gave a nod.
Garrett turned to follow Miss Elianna intent on charming her further—on discovering at least a morsel about her. Bloody hell. The woman moved fast. He pursued the area, searching for her as he strode across the expanse of lawn between him and the residence. She could not have gotten far.
A streak of green skirts caught his eye disappearing into the veranda doors and he hurried his pace. Another few strides and he too entered the house.
“Lord Sinclair. How nice to see you.” Lady Caroline traipsed across the parlor, her hips swinging seductively.
He locked his gaze on Miss Elianna, who continued making her way across the room. “And you as well, Lady Caroline, though I fear I am in a hurry at the moment.”
She placed her hand boldly on his arm, stilling him. “Surely you have a moment for me.”
Reluctantly, he turned to regard her and offered a smile. A pout tugged at her lower lip while her eyes danced playfully. He should refrain from being rude. Devil take it! She should not be approaching him in such an unabashed and inappropriate way.
He shook his arm free. “Perhaps later.”
“Lord Sinclair,” Lady Caroline called after him, an edge in her tone.
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About the author:
USA Today Bestselling author Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. When she is not writing she can be found reading, crocheting, traveling, practicing her photography skills, or spending time with her family.