November 27, 2012 from St. Martin’s Press
ISBN 13: 978-1466832244
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When it comes to the Dangerous Rogues, one kiss is all it takes to start a scandal. Will the ends justify the means for two star-crossed lovers?
Kate Farrow doesn’t care what anybody thinks. Her own mother ran off with a lover when Kate was just a young girl. Now her father has a different fate in store for her with his heart set on a union with the loathsome Duke of Westmoore. Still, how can she—a beautiful, proper, London-society woman—just pick up and run off with George Langsley? Too handsome for his own good, and a well-known rake to boot, he is surely not marriage material for Kate. But George ignites a passion in her that she cannot deny. Is her desire worth the risk?
Excerpt
Chapter One
London, 1824
“What do you think you are doing, George!” The admonishment Kate Farrow hoped to display was lost when a giggle emerged.
George edged them both off the garden path and away from the other guests admiring the rose blooms in the vast gardens surrounding them. His hands were light about her hips as he guided her in the exact direction he wanted to go. There was a fire burning in his dark brown eyes and an added intensity in his expression; his jaw was squared and his resolve to herd her away from the party could not be mistaken. Because she was so tall for a woman, he stood only, which made it easy to reach out and touch him. His face was smooth-shaven, his skin darker from spending time in the sun, strands of blond streaked through his normally light brown hair. He didn’t rush her backward steps as she silently greeted him with her hands, but his body braced around hers should she stumble on the dark path.
“What’s come over you?” she asked quietly, in case anyone was nearby.
“You, darling.” With his hands on either side of her face, he pressed his lips to hers. She sank into that touch with all the desperation that had built inside her since his absence. “It’s been far too long since we saw each other, Kate.”
“You’ve gone mad.”
Though should she admit it, she’d gone a little mad in his absence, too. They were so utterly in love with each other that it was as though a form of insanity had ensnared them.
Kate slipped out of his grasp and ran farther into the hedging dotting the back gardens of the property. If they were going to steal away for a few moments, they might as well ensure they were completely alone. George had shipped out to the West Indies four months ago, and she felt selfish enough to occupy all his attention this evening, even if he’d only just arrived home this afternoon.
George didn’t let her escape far; he caught her under an ivy-covered arbor that shaded them like they were in a private grotto. He clasped her hand and spun her around before catching her in his arms once again. This time when his mouth descended upon hers, it was more demanding than the innocent touching of lips they’d just shared.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she said as their lips parted and her tongue darted out to taste him.
“Come away from London with me, Kate.” George brought one hand around her back to pull her closer. She pressed her cheek against his chest and listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart. “I can’t wait a moment longer to have you for my own.”
“You know I can’t do any such thing.” She had insisted on a proper proposal and engagement because it was a well-known fact that her mother had run off with her lover when Kate was a young girl. “It would break my father’s heart if I followed in my mother’s footsteps.”
“You are a far cry from repeating your mother’s mistakes. This is different. What can I do to convince you of that?” George ran his hand down the length of her back, causing a shiver of excitement and contentment to run through her whole body. “Besides, I won’t stand for you marrying that pompous ass Westmoore.”
She raised her head and gave him a brazen grin. “I think you’re jealous, George.”
“Hell yes.”
When his voice carried around them, she covered it with her hand to silence him. His lips puckered beneath her fingers before she pulled her hand away, stepped up onto the tips of her toes, and waited for him to lay claim to her lips again. George’s arms came around her and crushed their bodies tightly together.
He broke away and said, “I should compromise you so that you have no choice but to marry me without delay.”
She lightly traced the tip of her finger over his chin. “Speak to my father again. Insist you will not take no for an answer.”
“Your father would never agree to an alliance between our families. He’s always thought the Carletons a filthy sort with our heavy ties in trade.”
“My father has always been a stickler for the rules of society. The thing my father most likes about Westmoore is that his lands are rich. He’s never had to worry about keeping his estates running not even when everyone else’s funds dried up during the Regent’s time.”
Kate sighed heavily and settled back on the flat of her feet. “My father has had his heart set on an union with the Duke of Westmoore since I debuted and you made your intention clear to court me.”
“Dearest—” George cupped his palms against her cheeks. “—don’t look glum. I’ll find a way to convince him that we are meant to marry, if that is what you want.”
That was exactly what she’d always wanted. Right now, however, she wanted to revel in the strong feel of him for the rest of the night, but their reunion would have to come to an end soon, lest she be missed from the party.
“We shouldn’t be having so hopeless a conversation when you came directly to see me upon your arrival home.”
“Where else would I go? I’ve thought of nothing and no one but you since the day I left.” His hand wandered from her hip to her rear. “Now, let me have another taste of what I’ve missed so much.”
She shoved playfully at his chest. “You’re a rogue, George Langsley.”
“It must run in the Carleton bloodlines, right beside our insatiable need for adventure and tinkering in trade. It’s a good thing we fight for and win what we want most in life.” He cocked both eyebrows. “I’ve missed you, darling. I dreamed about you every moment I was awake, and in my dreams . . . if only I could tell you all the wickedness you committed while I slept.”
She fisted the edge of his jacket and gave him a sultry look. “And what of my dreams?”
Their lips meshed and both were breathing heavily as though they’d exerted themselves by a mere kiss.
“You’ll have us caught if we don’t get back to the party soon.”
“Would that be so terrible? We’ve wanted marriage for years, Kate.”
She narrowed her eyes. “As I recall it, you saw me as a little girl until my debut into society at eighteen.”
“Actually . . .”
She looked up at him, her gaze coy and playful. “This isn’t the way to win my hand, as you well know.”
He chuckled. “I’ll see your father on the morrow, but it’s been months since I’ve had you in my arms, and I plan on kissing you a great deal longer than I’ve had the opportunity to do thus far.”
Kate’s toes sank into the soft, dew-dampened soil. “What if I say you haven’t yet earned another kiss?”
“Then I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”
“Anything?” She took a step away from him. With a smile and her hands folded in front of her, she said, “Ask my father tonight. Do whatever it takes for him to agree to your suit.”
He was quiet for some moments before tipping her chin up. “If I agree, will you let me kiss you again?”
Kate gave him a measuring look. “Promise me. I need your word, George. We’ve played this courting game for too long.”
“Only because we’ve known each other half our lives.”
She took his hand, clasping it between them. “And just think, had you not fallen out of one of my father’s trees and broken your arm, we may never have met.”
“I fell only because you startled me when you yelled for me to come down.”
“I was ten—you can’t fault me.”
“And I was but twelve.” He ran his finger over the side of her cheek. “You bewitched me even then.”
She nearly pressed forward for another kiss when she recalled he hadn’t made his promise yet. “Your word, good sir.” She twirled out of his reach, intending to head back to the party and leave him behind if he wouldn’t give her the answer she desired to hear most.
He grabbed her hand before she could escape his reach. “I will go to your father this evening. He’ll not refuse my suit again. Now, kiss me, my darling.”
Her “Maybe” was garbled as their lips met. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he bent her back over his arm. She never wanted to let go.
There hadn’t been a day since George left that she’d not tried to convince her father how poorly she and Westmoore suited; the man was nearly fifteen years her senior and cared more for his fleet of foxhounds than he did for her. Goodness, Westmoore hadn’t once asked her a personal question in the three years they’d courted. Though courting wasn’t what she would call their outings; the duke took her out three times weekly in his open barouche—Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—at precisely two in the afternoon each of those days, and they never conversed about anything beyond the weather . . . and hunting, because he really did love his foxhounds. Certainly there was a woman for Westmoore, but that woman was not her.
Kate could never say yes to marriage to a man who didn’t hold her heart in his hands.
Her fingers threaded through the thick waves of George’s hair.
Unhurriedly, George pulled back from the kiss and took her hands in his as he stepped away. Kate opened her eyes in slow increments. The past few months had felt like an eternity, but her heart had never wavered—not even for a moment.
“What have you done to amuse yourself while I’ve been away?”
They turned down the path, wending their way deeper into the gardens even though they should return to the house party.
“I’ve been a shadow of myself. And a dreadful bore to anyone who wants to spend an afternoon at tea with me.”
“I doubt that. You are too happy a nature to ever find yourself in the doldrums.”
She furrowed her brow, recalling how awful the months had been with him so far away. “I immensely disliked every moment you were away. Tell me about your travels, they must be far more exciting than London before the season when hardly any gossip has had the opportunity to spring up.”
“It was terribly hot.”
Her shoulder bumped into his arm. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better about your absence.”
“I’ll take you to Barbados when you are my wife. It’s much different from England. Life moves a little slower, which might account to the warmer weather. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it a little. We only stayed long enough to get the estate in order and then we were at sea again. The journey home felt longer than the trip there. I counted down the days till I was back by your side.”
They sat on a long stone bench that overlooked the rolling hills around the house. She pressed right up against his side and leaned her head against his shoulder. He clasped both her hands in his and rested his head atop hers.
“Once I’ve made my rounds here, I’ll go directly to see your father.”
“What if he should say no again?” Because it was a possibility, even though she’d talked of nothing but George’s return, much to her father’s chagrin.
“Then I’ll keep asking. I won’t let this rest.”
“Your perseverance is charming.”
“Charming, am I?” He released one of her hands and faced her. “I am going to have to kiss you more thoroughly than before.”
“You won’t hear a single complaint from me.” Her lips parted in anticipation.
“Only because you’ll not be able to speak for some minutes.”
As his arms came around her, his mouth claimed hers. She truly hoped her father would give his blessing to their union; otherwise, their roles would reverse, and she’d be the one asking George to run away. She moaned against his lips, knowing that the prospect of eloping would delight him beyond reason. She’d keep that to herself for the time being. She enjoyed the game of wooing and relished it even more when he persistently sought out her father for her hand in marriage. There was something incredibly romantic about his persistence and unwavering desire to have her as his own.
He pressed her back on the bench, their tongues tangling deeply. She brushed her fingers through his hair and arched her chest up into his.
He did not take more liberties than the kiss. His arms remained wrapped around her back, cushioning her from the hard stone of the bench. The whiskers on his face prickled her soft skin, but she didn’t care, even if that meant staying away from the rest of the company for longer than she’d ever previously dared.
George released her. “We need to get you back.”
“I’m not ready to say good-bye yet. You’ve only just arrived.” She gave a little pout with her lip.
“And it’ll be noted that we are both missing.”
He pulled her up from the bench. He was right, of course. And if they wanted her father’s blessing in marriage, they needed to act with the greatest propriety.
They stood and looked at each other for a moment, both reluctant to go back. She gave him a coquettish smile.
George groaned and roughly raked his fingers through his hair. “You put me on edge, Kate. What I would give to hear you say ‘Take me away and marry me without anyone’s consent.’ I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“I know you would. But we must do this properly.”
“Kate, dearest, there is nothing proper about us sneaking out of a house party to kiss under the stars.”
“Well”—she traced the strong line of his jaw—“that will just have to remain our secret.”
He laughed and caught her up in his arms to pull her into a tight hug.
With much more reluctance than she wanted to show, she pulled away and took his hand as he led them back to the house.
Chapter Two
George threw another pebble at the glass-paned doors that flanked Kate’s private balcony. He would take his chances with the trellis just as soon as Kate was awake and he knew he wouldn’t scare her half to death. Besides, he still had a fistful of pebbles in his palm.
A taper finally lit, but no one came to the window to see who dared to throw rocks. He whistled and tossed another pebble. The halo of light from within edged closer. He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Kate before the lock on the door clicked over and she came outside to peer down at him.
Her hair was tied in a thick blonde braid that fell over her right shoulder. The robe she wore was short sleeved and cinched around her small waist, revealing the lean lines of her body. The weather was agreeable and quite warm for a spring evening in June. A light breeze swirled more fog about his feet and lifted a few loose tendrils of Kate’s hair.
He’d known she was the woman who would be his wife since he’d come back from Eton. She’d been brazen and daring; every man in her vicinity had taken a second, very assessing look. But she belonged to him.
“What an enthralling, beautiful sight you make when the moon is bright in the sky.”
Why hadn’t he spent a greater portion of his younger days throwing rocks at the window of the loveliest woman he’d ever known?
“What are you doing here so late, George?”
“Your father said no.” He’d debated telling her that for hours now. But she needed to know that his suit was refused once again.
She leaned forward on the balustrade with an annoyed huff. “I think he does it in spite.”
“He’ll never agree to a match between us. There is no reasoning with him, Kate.”
“I’ll speak with him first thing in the morning.” She yawned into her hand. “What time is it?”
“Three.”
“You woke me up at three in the morning to tell me my father refused your proposal?”
“The disappointment of his answer has kept me awake this long.” With a cheeky grin, he added, “Besides, everyone should see their future bride at least once in the middle of the night before they take their vows.”
With a soft giggle she asked, “And why is that?”
“To make sure you aren’t hideously appointed once the party is over.”
She straightened and gave him a reproachful look. “If you are going to wake me up at three in the morning to throw insults at me, I’ll take my leave.”
“And now I know how you’ll respond should I wake you in the middle of the night when you’re next to me.” He tossed down his handful of pebbles and dusted the palm of his hand off on his breeches. “Now, my bride-to-be, it’s time for me to steal a kiss and be off before your father catches us.”
“You cannot come into the house at this hour.” Her finger drummed along the balustrade. “Will you climb the wall like a young Romeo after his Juliet?”
“Don’t be so tragic, dearest. I prefer you were Rapunzel and I your handsome prince come to your rescue. Much nobler a story when the protagonists live in the end. Now, let your hair down my fair princess.”
She tossed her braid over the balcony with a laugh. Of course it fell short of the goal, but that didn’t matter. Dusting his hands off as though that would help aid him in his task, he took a running leap at the trellis wall; using that and the adjacent wall of the house, he pulled himself up to the second story.
Kate rushed forward with a surprised gasp and leaned over the stone balcony to grab his arm as though she’d be able to pull up his weight.
“Let me be the knight in shining armor for a moment before you fuss over me.” He looked back over his shoulder when he had a good footing on the wall. “I daresay, it looked shorter a distance from the ground.”
On reaching the top, he hoisted himself over the stone barrier separating them and landed softly on his feet in front of her.
“Now, I think a kiss is in order for that marvelous feat.”
“How do you propose you’ll get back down?”
“Same way I got up. Don’t worry.” He patted off a few stray leaves from his jacket and puffed out his chest. “It’ll be as easy as climbing up.”
She stepped forward and helped him dust off some of the debris from the wall. Though he enjoyed being fussed over by his lovely lass, he wasted no time and pulled her into his arms.
“I’ll be covered in bits of dirt and flower,” she scolded.
“It’s for a good cause. Now, that kiss for your rescuer is long overdue.”
“Is it?” she teased.
“Oh, indeed, madam. Or I shall lay siege to your lips without permission to do so.”
Her eyes lit up with a becoming smile. “You always have my permission.”
With that she leaned forward to press her lips to his. Her lips brushed featherlike over the side of his face and ear as he scooped her off her feet and led her back inside to her private chambers.
He stared into her dark eyes, seeing the spark of mischief that lay in wait for him. “You make me want to do wicked things to you.”
She threw her arm around his shoulder and hugged him tighter. “What kind of wicked things?”
“I’ll share the details once we are married.” He placed her on the damask bench situated at the end of her bed and sat next to her.
Her arms were still wrapped around his shoulders, her eyes searching his. “How cruel you are to keep me in suspense.”
“For now, it’s how it has to be.” He gave her a smile, knowing that wasn’t the response she sought. “Now, tell me what I’ve missed while I’ve been away?”
“Absolutely nothing. It’s been a dry season thus far. The Pemberses’ fourth daughter debuted and she seems to have a fair number more suitors than all her sisters put together.” She absently drew a pattern on his arm as she rehashed what he’d missed during the months he was away.
“We could create a little excitement of our own, darling. If we ran away right now, we’d be the sensation of the season.”
“But I have a two o’clock engagement with Westmoore,” she said with a sidelong look.
“Ah, yes, we can’t leave the poor duke waiting and wondering.”
She shoved at his shoulder and stepped away from him.
“None of that, dearest.”
“I will plead with my father tomorrow. Now, I think you should give me another kiss?” she said.
The heat of her so close did things to his body that made thinking next to impossible.
“I‘m going mad with my want for you,” he said.
“Good, because I wouldn’t want you sane if you left me to my father’s schemes.”
He pressed his lips to hers, reveling in the sweet taste of her mouth. He’d needed and wanted her for so long now that he would take any liberties she offered freely.
Twirling her tongue over his, she moaned into his mouth when his hand wrapped firmly around her back and pulled her tighter against his body. He spread out on the bench beneath Kate, his shoulders firm against one arm as she maneuvered herself to sit astride his thighs. The soft give of her breasts crushed into his side, and her hip brushed against the evidence of his arousal. He groaned as her hand wormed its way beneath his cravat and shirt to wrap around the back of his neck.
What he would give to feel her bare flesh in his hands, their bodies hot and sweaty as they joined together in a passionate embrace. They needed to stop before he took this too far. He pulled away gradually, sliding off the bench and putting his feet firmly on the floor.
Their lips were still fused when he finally disengaged his body from the lush softness of hers.
When their mouths parted, he said, “I will await a letter from you indicating the next step I should take in securing our future together.”
“What if he should say no again, George?”
He pressed his palm to the side of her face. “You shouldn’t think so negatively, darling. Where there is a will, there is always a way to succeed in what is most important to you. We will marry—that is my promise to you.”
She leaned back against the footboard of her bed; the sheets were rumpled and twisted behind her and looked far more inviting than they should.
“Won’t you stay awhile longer?” she asked in that husky, sleepy voice of hers.
With a quick peck to her lips, he stepped back toward the balcony. When he turned back to her, the moonlight made her pale skin luminescent. With her hair tumbled over her shoulder and her lips swollen from his kisses, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and make her completely his. The last thing he wanted to do was leave, but if he didn’t, their night would turn into day before long. He would have her hand in marriage before taking her to his bed.
“Tomorrow, love. When you have your father’s blessing, I’ll come directly over. We’ll announce our engagement tomorrow.”
“That sounds lovely.” She fixed a lose tie at the front of her nightgown. He had to look away from her or be tempted by what she kept hidden.
He cleared his throat and stumbled back a step. He couldn’t dally here, or he’d find himself persuading her to allow him to spend the night. She wouldn’t object, even if she didn’t know what his staying might entail. Though . . . staying didn’t mean . . .
Whom was he fooling? He could no more keep his hands to himself than she. “I must leave. I only wanted to tell you that you needed to speak with your father. I will give you tomorrow to convince him that our marriage is inevitable; otherwise . . . I’m done waiting, Kate.”
“Poor Papa. He wants the best for me but doesn’t realize that I could never accept or love a man like Westmoore.” She stood from the cushioned bench and realigned her skewed nightgown and dressing robe. He could see the hard pucker of her nipples outlined beneath the flimsy material.
He took a step over the threshold of the door, knowing that if he didn’t quit her company, he’d toss her on the far-too-inviting bed to have his wicked way with her. Before he put his leg over the edge of the balcony, she threw herself into his arms. He held her, breathing in the rose scent of her hair and staring out over the garden blanketed in a light fog.
“I could stay in your arms forever,” she said, “enjoying the beauty of the night.”
The moon wasn’t quite full, but the light reflected off the fog to create an eerily beautiful backdrop to the night.
“I’d have you here forever, too.” He pulled away slowly. With one final kiss, he climbed over the balcony wall and trellis. Kate blew him a kiss when he hit solid ground.
He’d give her one final day to convince her father that they should marry. He refused to wait on this matter a moment longer. Kate would be his, and his alone.
