Lord Philippe Lavay once took to the high seas armed with charm as lethal as his sword and a stone-cold conviction: he’ll restore his family’s fortune and honor, no matter the cost. Victory is at last within reach—when a brutal attack snatches it from his grasp and lands him in Pennyroyal Green.
An afternoon of bliss brings a cascade of consequences for Elise Fountain. Shunned by her family and ousted from a job she loves, survival means a plummet down the social ladder to a position no woman has yet been able to keep: housekeeper to a frighteningly formidable prince.
The bold and gentle Elise sees past his battered body into Philippe’s barricaded heart . . . and her innate sensuality ignites his blood. Now a man who thought he could never love and a woman who thought she would never again trust must fight an incendiary passion that could be the ruin of them both.
IT
STARTED WITH A SCANDAL CHAPTER ONE PART THREE
Philippe glanced up in time to see
Mrs. Fountain take a quick little extra step at the doorway of his chamber as
she departed.
It
looked suspiciously like the beginning of a...frolic.
He
frowned.
God,
how the little details of the running of a household bored him. Odd, when the
details involved in running a ship were so very similar and he relished
those. It was just that one was a job
for a man, and one was a job for a woman.
Her
doubted Mrs. Fountain was that woman.
Why
should she succeed when three others had already failed? He'd sacked two of
them and the third had fled.
He
of course already knew certain things about her—the things the worthy Mrs.
Winthrop had chosen to divulge, anyhow—that she was capable of the job, at the
very least—and the fact that the quality of her character had allegedly been
endorsed by the Redmonds. His closest friend, the Earl of Ardmay, happened to
be married to a member of that esteemed family
If
there was any advantage to all of the people and events that had led to his
convalescent exile in Pennyroyal Green, Sussex, England—cutthroats and kings,
seductions and beheadings, exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain, sword
fights, gun fights, pirate fights, the utter destruction of his way of life
until all that was left of him was the stony-cold, ruthless determination to
restore it—it was that he could read people as fluently and swiftly as he read
five languages. Questions were merely a way to distract his subject while he
quietly summed them up..
Mrs.
Fountain's posture, her diction, her ability to look him in the eye and string
together formal, persuasive English sentences, to use a word like
“politics”...all of it betrayed more breeding than the usual housekeeper
possessed. She was proud. Proud people
often did excellent work; proud people often thought they were above their
work. Proud people would find it difficult ot use the servant's stairs. His
intuition told him she had a temper.
And
she blushed and pet the furniture, as if she'd never seen velvet before.
Mrs.
Fountain, was also, he suspected, a trifle desperate.
He
knew a bit about desperation.
But
whilst she spoke, a spiral of glossy black hair had escaped from its bondage of
hairpins and settled against her temple like a treble clef. She didn't seem to
be aware of it. It was so at odds with her precise speech and rigid spine that
his mind had blanked and he'd almost forgotten what he was about to say. He'd
almost forgotten to even think.
He
sighed. He'd unnerved her. It didn't matter. She would doubtless be gone within
a fortnight, and hopefully the desperate Mrs. Fountain wouldn't take the rest f
his silver with her.
Charm
had begun to seem superfluous in light of other urgencies. Certainly it had
been no defense against the band of cutthroats who'd attacked him in London and
left him with a lot less blood, a little less money, few more scars, and in
debt to the last person on earth to whom he wished to owe his life.
And
he always, without fail, honored his debts.
He stood again, slowly, stiffly and turned toward the window.
He stood again, slowly, stiffly and turned toward the window.
The
rain had ceased, and the sun was beginning to drop, and the sky was blushing.
Pink
had rushed into Mrs. Fountain's cheeks when he'd told her she could have the job.
It had been rather like the sun rising to illuminate a delicate landscape. He'd
ducked his head, feigning distraction, to spare her dignity.
But
not before he'd noticed a tiny impression, a dimple, in her chin. He'd imagined
pressing the tip of his finger into it, just so.
Perhaps
further indication that he was right to ease up on his laudanum.
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USA Today bestselling author JULIE ANNE LONG originally set out to be a rock star when she grew up (and she has the guitars and fringed clothing stuffed in the back of her closet to prove it), but writing was always her first love. Since hanging up her guitar for the computer keyboard, her books frequently top reader and critic polls and have been nominated for numerous awards, including the Rita, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and The Quills, and reviewers have been known to use words like “dazzling,” “brilliant,” and “impossible to put down” when describing them. Julie lives in Northern California.
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