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However, while he begins by taking command, the lady continues by taking it back. Lady Clarice Altwood is no meek and mild miss. She is the very antithesis of thewoolly-headed young ladies Jack has rejected as not for him. Clarice is delectably attractive, beyond eligible, undeniably capable, and completely unforgettable.

Why on earth is she rusticating in the country? That enigma is compounded by mystery, and it's quickly clear thatClarice is in danger. The front door lay within a high stone arch; it had originally been a portcullis, not a door, the front hall beyond, with its arched ceiling, originally a tunnel leading into the inner bailey. Yet the indescribable joy of being home again was deeply shadowed, caught up, tangled, in a web of darker feelings; being this close to his father-to where his father should have been, but no longer was-only whet the already razor-sharp edge of his restless, unforgiving anger.

Irrational anger--anger with no object. Yet he still felt it. Dragging in a breath, filling his lungs with the cool crisp air, he set his jaw and sent the horses trotting on around the house. As he rounded the north wing and the stables came into view, he reminded himself that he would find no convenient opponent at the castle with whom he could loose his temper, with whom he could release the deep, abiding anger.

Resigned himself to another night of a splitting head and no sleep. His father was gone. The few minutes in the stables hadn't helped his temper; the head stableman, Milbourne, hailed from long ago, and had offered his condolences and welcomed him back. He'd acknowledged the well-meant words with a curt nod, left the post-horses to Milbourne's care, then remembered and paused to tell him that Henry-Milbourne's nephew-would be arriving shortly with Royce's own pair.

He'd wanted to ask who else of the long-ago staff were still there, but hadn't; Milbourne had looked too understanding, leaving him feeling…exposed. Not a feeling he liked. His greatcoat swirling about his booted calves, he headed for the west stairs. Pulling off his driving gloves, he stuffed them into a pocket, then took the shallow steps three at a time.

He'd spent the last forty-eight hours alone, had just arrived-and now needed to be alone again, to absorb and in some way subdue the unexpectedly intense feelings returning like this had stirred. He needed to quiet his restless temper and leash it more firmly.

The first floor gallery lay ahead. He took the last stairs in a rush, stepped into the gallery, swung left toward the west tower--and collided with a woman. He heard her gasp. Sensed her stumbling and caught her-closed his hands about her shoulders and steadied her.

Held her. Even before he looked into her face, he didn't want to let her go. His gaze locked on her eyes, wide and flaring, rich brown with gold flecks framed by lush brown lashes. Her long hair was lustrous wheat-gold silk, wound and anchored high on her head. Her skin was creamy perfection, her nose patrician straight, her face heart-shaped, her chin neatly rounded.

Itemizing those features in a glance, his gaze fixed on her lips.

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Rose-petal pink, parted in shocked surprise, the lower lushly tempting, the urge to crush them beneath his was nearly overpowering. She'd taken him unawares; he hadn't had the slightest inkling she'd been there, gliding along, the thick runner muffling her footsteps. He'd patently shocked her; her wide eyes and parted lips said she hadn't heard him on the stairs either-he'd probably been moving silently, as he habitually did.

She'd staggered back; an inch separated his hard body from her much softer one. He knew it was soft, had felt her ripe figure imprinted down the front of him, seared on his senses in that instant of fleeting contact. On a rational level he wondered how a lady of her type came to be wandering these halls, while on a more primitive plane he battled the urge to sweep her up, carry her into his room, and ease the sudden, shockingly intense ache in his groin-and distract his temper in the only possible way, one he hadn't even dreamed would be available.

That more primitive side of him saw it as only right that this female-whoever she was-should be walking just there, at just that time, and was just the right female to render him that singular service.

Anger, even rage, could convert into lust; he was familiar with the transformation, yet never had it struck with such speed or strength. Never before had the result threatened his control.

The consuming lust he felt for her in that instant was so intense it shocked even him. Enough to have him slapping the urge down, clenching his jaw, tightening his grip and bodily setting her aside. He had to force his hands to release her. With a curt nod in her direction, without again meeting her eyes, he strode on, swiftly putting distance between them. Behind him he heard the hiss of an indrawn breath, heard the rustle of skirts as she swung and stared. Dalziel-whatever you call yourself these days-stop!

Head rising, he considered the list of those who would dare address him in such words, in such a tone. The list wasn't long.

Slowly, he half turned and looked back at the lady, who patently didn't know in what danger she stood. Scurry after him?

She should be fleeing in the opposite direction. Long ago recollection finally connected with present fact. Those rich autumn eyes were the key. He frowned. No easing of the rigid line of his lips, no gleam of recognition in his dark eyes-no suggestion that he'd realized she was someone he needed to help him, even though, at last, he'd placed her: Minerva Miranda Chesterton, his mother's childhood friend's orphaned daughter. Subsequently his mother's amanuensis, companion and confidante, more recently the same to his father, although that was something he most likely didn't know.

Of the pair of them, she knew precisely who she was, what she was, and what she had to do. He, in contrast, was probably uncertain of the first, even more uncertain of the second, and almost certainly had no clue as to the third.

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That, however, she'd been prepared for. What she wasn't prepared for, what she hadn't foreseen, was the huge problem that now faced her. All six plus feet of it, larger and infinitely more powerful in life than even her fanciful imagination had painted him. His stylish greatcoat hung from shoulders that were broader and heavier than she recalled, but she'd last seen him when he'd been twenty-two.

He was a touch taller, too, and there was a hardness in him that hadn't been there before, investing the austere planes of his face, his chiseled features, the rock-hard body that had nearly sent her flying.

Had sent her flying, more than physically. His face was as she remembered it, yet not; gone was any hint of civilized guise. Broad forehead above striking slashes of black brows that tilted faintly, diabolically, upward at the outer ends, a blade of a nose, thin mobile lips guaranteed to dangerously fascinate any female, and well set eyes of such a deep dark brown they were usually unreadable. The long black lashes that fringed those eyes had always made her envious.

His hair was still solidly sable, the thick locks fashionably cropped to fall in waves about his well-shaped head. His clothes, too, were fashionably elegant, restrained, understated and expensive.

Even though he'd been traveling hard, all but racing for two days, his cravat was a subtle work of art, and beneath the dust, his Hessians gleamed. Regardless, no amount of fashion could screen his innate masculinity, could dim the dangerous aura any female with eyes could detect. The passing years had honed and polished him, revealing rather than concealing the sleekly powerful, infinitely predatory male he was. If anything, that reality seemed enhanced.

He continued to stand twenty feet away, frowning as he studied her, making no move to come closer, giving her witless, swooning, drooling senses even more time to slaver over him. She'd thought she'd outgrown her infatuation with him. Sixteeen years of not setting eyes on him should surely have seen it dead. Apparently not. Her mission, as she viewed it, had just become immeasurably more complicated.

If he learned of her ridiculous susceptibility-perhaps excusable in a girl of thirteen, but hideously embarrassing in a mature lady of twenty-nine-he'd use the knowledge, ruthlessly, to stop her from pressuring him into doing anything he didn't wish to do. At that moment, the only positive aspect to the situation was that she'd been able to disguise her reaction to him as understandable surprise.

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Henceforth she would need to continue to hide that reaction from him. Simple…was one thing that wasn't going to be. Variseys as a breed were difficult, but she'd been surrounded by them from the age of six, and had learned how to manage them. All except this Varisey…oh, this was not good.

Unfortunately not one, but two deathbed promises bound her to her path. She cleared her throat, tried hard to clear her head of the disconcerting distraction of her still jangling senses. And--" He swung away, was off again, his long legs carrying him swiftly around the gallery. But your room's not that way. Once again stood facing away for the space of three heartbeats, then, slowly, he turned.

Again she felt the dark weight of his gaze, this time pinning her more definitely. This time, rather than converse over the yawning gap that once again separated them, a gap she now would have preferred to maintain, he walked, stalked, slowly back to her.

He kept walking until no more than a foot remained between them, which left him towering over her. Physical intimidation was second nature to male Variseys; they learned it from the cradle. She would have liked to say the ploy had no effect, and in truth it didn't have the effect he intended. The effect was something quite other, and more intense and powerful than she'd ever dreamed.

Inside she quaked, trembled; outwardly she held his gaze and calmly waited. First round. He lowered his head slightly so he could look directly into her face. If anything that had sharpened. With Variseys one never conceded the slightest point; they were the sort that, if one surrendered an inch, took the whole county.

His voice, when he spoke, had lowered to a warning growl.

She stepped back, just far enough to wave him to join her as, greatly daring, she turned her back on him and started strolling further into the keep. The staff have slaved to have everything in readiness there, and the west tower room has been converted into a guest chamber.

And before you ask"--she heard him reluctantly follow her, his longer legs closing the distance in a few strides--"everything that was in the west tower room is now in the duke's rooms-including, I might add, all your armillary spheres. I had to move every single one myself-the maids and even the footmen refuse to touch them for fear they'll fall apart in their hands. After a moment of pacing silently beside her, he said, "My sisters? I dispatched the messenger to you immediately, but I wasn't sure what you wished, so I held back from informing your sisters for twenty-four hours.

After breaking up one ill-suited couple, Henrietta is obligated to find the perfect bride for the debonair James Glossup. The assignment proves to be a challenging one for the single-minded Henrietta, The Bastion Club 06 - In a moment of recklessness, Gervase Tregarth, 6th Earl of Crowhurst, swears he'll marry the next eligible lady to cross his path.

Cloistered at his ancestral castle in Cornwall, with nary a suitable woman for miles, he never expects he'll have to fulfill his pledge, at least not until the London Season begins.

But then he meets his neighbor, the very Led by Sebastian, Marquess of Earith, and by Lucilla, future Lady of the Vale, and her twin brother, Marcus, the upcoming generation has its own plans for the holiday season Halfway home, pride tempts Montisfryn to attend a tournament held by his family's old foes at Versallet Castle.

Eloise de Versallet, the widowed Lady Cynster - 1 To Have. When Devil, the most infamous member of the Cynster family, is caught in a compromising position with plucky governess Honoria Wetherby, he astonishes the entire tom by offering his hand in marriage. No one dreamed this scandalous rake would ever take a bride. And as society mamas swooned at the loss of England's most eligible bachelor, Devil's infamous Harlequin, She was unquestionably a lady.

Still, that had never stopped him before. He could see that she was not, he thought, that young. Even better. Another twinge of pain from behind his eyes lent a harshness to his voice.

And if you really are the Duke of Cynster Sisters 02 Stephanie Laurens continues her delectable new historical romance series with In Pursuit of Eliza Cynster, focusing on the first of three Cynster sisters, each on a determined quest to find a hero who's her match in every way possible. When Eliza is kidnapped from her sister's engagement ball, the plucky miss refuses to be daunted - and her escape leads Then out of the blue, She is in two minds as to whether life in the small village will generate sufficient interest to keep her amused over the months when she is not in London or visiting friends around the Can true love die?

Or, neglected, does it lie dormant until the object of true desire is again within reach? Denied, does passion smolder, like embers waiting for the right conditions to flare into an all-consuming conflagration? New York Times best-selling author Stephanie Laurens delivers the thrilling conclusion to the acclaimed New York Times best-selling author Stephanie Laurens delivers the thrilling conclusion to the acclaimed Adventurers His mother insists, and even his friends are hinting, so before he has some young chit thrust upon him, Reggie decides to choose his own bride.

But then he stumbles over Anne Ashford, a quiet, gentle English rose and a long time family acquaintance, who, shockingly, seems determined to go where ladies should not Reinventing himself as Thomas Glendower, he strives to make amends for his past, yet he never imagines penance might come via a secretive lady he discovers living in his secluded manor.

Rose has a plausible explanation for why she and her children are The Bastion Club 08 - London's most eligile - and adventurous - bachelors have banded together to form the Bastion Club, an elite society of gentleman dedicated to determining their own futures when it comes to marriage! The last one to fall is their former commander Dalziel. It's near dawn and she's risked scandal by lying in wait for him just outside his London house.

But he agrees to her outrageous marriage proposal - just prior to falling unconscious at her feet. Amelia is torn between astounded relief and indignant Their lovely, headstrong cousins, Amanda and Amelia, are clearly their equals.

They're beginning their sixth social season and seem to be no closer than ever to accepting any of their numerous suitors. Indeed, the young beauties are obviously Cynster - 2 With both of her parents gone, Patience Debbington is accustomed to managing her own affairs, and those of her teenage brother Gerrard. To her love is dangerous, men uninteresting and faithless. Gerrard needs a suitable mentor, but when tall elegant Vane Cynster rides into her life, Patience sees nothing but an arrogant, presumptuous dandy-a man who drinks in her very Gerrard needs a suitable mentor, but when tall elegant Vane Cynster rides into her life, Patience sees nothing but an arrogant, presumptuous dandy-a man who drinks in her Though charmed by his commanding presence, she cannot give up her independence.

Marriage had not previously been on Richard's agenda, but perhaps taming the lady was just the challenge he needs-if he can have the rights of the marraige bed without making any revealing promises Marriage had not previously been on Richard's agenda, but perhaps taming the lady was just the challenge he needs-if he can have the rights of the marraige bed without making any revealing Regency - 1 Content with her humdrum country life, Miss Dorothea Darent had no intention of marrying.

She knew that her unfashionable curves and her outspoken ways made her a disastrous match for any gentleman of the ton. But one kiss from a dashing stranger changed everything. The Black Cobra Quartet 03 They're bold, courageous, resolute.

Shipwrecked, wounded, he risks all to pursue his mission - only to discover a partner as daring and brazen as he. Fiery, tempestuous, a queen in her own realm, she rescues a warrior - only to find her heart under Headstrong Angelica Cynster is certain she'll recognize her fated husband at first sight.

And when her eyes meet those of a mysterious nobleman, she knows beyond a doubt that he's the A young lady accused of theft and the gentleman who elects himself her champion enlist the aid of Stokes, Barnaby, Penelope, and friends in pursuing justice, only for the investigators to find themselves tangled in a web of interfamily tensions and secrets.

A lady has been struck down with a finial from the terrace balustrade.He's clearly a bit She is the very antithesis of the woolly-headed young ladies Jack has rejected as not for him.

Inside she quaked, trembled; outwardly she held his gaze and calmly waited. She is in two minds as to whether life in the small village will generate sufficient interest to keep her amused over the months when she is not in London or visiting friends around the With Variseys one never conceded the slightest point; they were the sort that, if one surrendered an inch, took the whole county.

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