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Surely a lady as...daring as you cannot be feeling nervous at the idea of traveling alone with me, Genevieve?Genevieve Forster, widowed Duchess of Woollerton, knows only too well the need for bravado. After a miserable marriage she's wary, but deep down yearns to pursue temptation....With his air of danger and elusiveness it's little wonder that Lord Benedict Lucas is known to his close friends and enemies alike simply as Lucifer. Shocking the straitlaced Ton holds no fear for him. And the pleasure will be all his as he skillfully uncovers Genevieve's outrageous side!
- Sales Rank: #1450285 in Books
- Brand: Brand: Harlequin
- Published on: 2012-12-18
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x .76" w x 4.21" l, .30 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 288 pages
- Used Book in Good Condition
About the Author
Carole Mortimer was born in England, the youngest of three children. She began writing in 1978, and has now written over one hundred and seventy books for Harlequin Mills and Boon®. Carole has six sons, Matthew, Joshua, Timothy, Michael, David and Peter. She says, ‘I’m happily married to Peter senior; we’re best friends as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.’
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May, 1817—London
'May I offer you a ride in my carriage, Genevieve…?'
Genevieve turned sharply to look at the man standing beside her at the top of the steps leading down from St George's Church in Hanover Square. The two of them had just attended and acted as witness at the wedding of mutual friends.
It was not the gentleman's tone which surprised her, but the question itself, when her own carriage and maid were clearly waiting at the bottom of the steps in preparation for the drive back to her home in Cavendish Square.
There was also the fact that she was Genevieve For-ster, widowed Duchess of Woollerton, and the gentleman at her side was Lord Benedict Lucas, known to his close friends and enemies alike as merely Lucifer. There was a difference in their social standing, the two of them having only been on nodding acquaintance before today, which should have dictated he refer to her as your Grace rather than by her given name… 'Genevieve?'
She felt a quiver of awareness travel the length of her spine at the husky intensity of Lucifer's voice, even as she realised he was looking down at her with enigmatic coal-black eyes, with one equally dark brow raised in mocking enquiry beneath the tall hat he had placed upon his head upon leaving the church.
Lucifer…
How well that name suited this particular gentleman, with his midnight-black hair curling softly over the collar of his black superfine and eyes so dark a brown they also appeared black. His cheekbones were high besides a sharp blade of nose and sculptured mouth that occasionally curved in sensual appreciation, but was more often than not thinned in haughty and unapproachable disdain above the firmness of his arrogantly angled jaw.
Aged one and thirty, Lucifer was but six years older than Genevieve, but the depth of emotions hidden behind those glittering black eyes spoke of a gentleman much older than his calendar years.
Part of the reason for that, Genevieve and all of society knew, was the tragic way in which his parents had met their deaths ten years ago. Lucifer had found the couple murdered at their country estate and their slayer had never been found or brought to justice.
Which was perhaps also the reason Genevieve had never seen Benedict Lucas wearing anything but black over his pristine white linen, all perfectly tailored, of course, to emphasise the width of his shoulders, muscled chest, lean hips and long legs in black Hessians. It was attire which should have given him an air of som-berness, but on this gentleman only added to his air of danger and elusiveness.
An elusiveness, if Genevieve's assessment of his offer was to be believed, which Benedict Lucas was now suggesting she might be allowed to breach by travelling home in his carriage with him.?
A suggestion, if Genevieve were to accept, which was so very much in keeping with her declaration a week ago to her two closest friends, Sophia and Pandora, that as widows recently returned to society after the required year of mourning, they should each of them take a lover, before the Season ended. It had been a brave and risque suggestion on her part, Genevieve knew, and made more out of bravado than intent on her part; her painful and humiliating marriage to Jo-siah Forster had resulted in a physical wariness on her part in regard to all men.
She moistened her lips. 'It is very kind of you to offer, my lord, but—'
'Surely a lady as…daring as you cannot be feeling nervous at the idea of travelling alone in my carriage, Genevieve.?'
That quiver of awareness turned to one of alarm at Lucifer's use of the word daring, for that was exactly the same term she had used a week ago, when talking to Sophia and Pandora in regard to their taking of a lover. It had been a conversation she was aware one of Lucifer's two closest friends had overheard—and perhaps repeated…? It was most ungentlemanly of him to have done so if that should turn out to be the case.
Her chin rose as she looked up at Lucifer with guarded blue eyes. 'I was not aware that I had ever behaved in a manner which any might consider "daring", my lord?' Nor was she at all sure she would ever be able to do so. Bravado with her two close friends was one thing, acting upon that bravado something else entirely.
Besides which, Benedict Lucas was a gentleman whom all of the ton talked of in hushed voices, if they dared talk of him at all. A man of deep and violent passions, he was known to have vowed ten years ago that he would find the person who had murdered his parents, no matter how long it took him to do it, and that when he did he would kill the man himself rather than trust to the justice of the law.
Lucifer was also known as one of the finest shots in England, as well as a superior swordsman, skills he had honed and perfected during his years spent in the army, which meant that he was more than capable of carrying out such a threat.
'Or perhaps you have heard otherwise, my lord?' she challenged at his lack of reply.
Benedict might have laughed at how little that expression of haughty reproach suited Genevieve For-ster's impishly beautiful face. Almost. Except laughter, amusement of any kind, was not something which had come easily to him this past ten years. Instead, his mouth now curled into a hard and mocking smile. 'Not particularly, Genevieve.' He continued to use her given name deliberately, having noted her earlier discomfort.
'But I am sure it is not too late for you to remedy that particular omission, if you so choose…?'
There was no denying that Genevieve Forster was a very beautiful woman; her abundance of curls beneath her blue bonnet was the colour of flame and her mischievously twinkling eyes the colour of periwinkles. Her nose was slightly snub above full and sensuously pouting lips, her complexion that of peaches and cream. And although tiny in stature, almost daintily fragile, the swell of her breasts, above the low neckline of her blue gown, appeared full and lush.
To Benedict's knowledge she had been married for six years, and widowed for one. She was without any male relatives, except for her stepson, the current duke, a gentleman who was several years older than Genevieve, and it was known that the two were not close. Her two closest female friends were also currently engaged in relationships which he knew took them from Genevieve's side.
Not that Benedict had ever been known to prey on unprotected females, but as a widow of five and twenty years, that term hardly applied to Genevieve Forster. A public acquaintance with her would do well as a foil for his own movements over the next few weeks, in his capacity as a spy for the Crown, with the added bonus that her beauty and vivacity would also ensure that Benedict enjoyed that acquaintance.
'Unless, of course, you feel it would be too daring to travel alone with me in my carriage…?' he now challenged softly.
Genevieve bristled at what she considered to be a slur upon the independence she had tried so hard to acquire since her widowhood a year ago. She was also well past the first flush of youth. She was a duchess, and a widow, and as such she could, and would, now behave as she pleased.
Neither would she give the arrogantly mocking Benedict Lucas the satisfaction of thinking her a coward. 'Not at all, my lord,' she assured him frostily. 'If you will just give me a moment to dismiss my own carriage?'
'And your maid?'
Her spine stiffened at this further challenge. 'And my maid,' she conceded coolly after several seconds' thought.
'Shall we…?' Benedict Lucas offered her his arm to escort her down the steps.
Genevieve's cheeks were pale and her heart was beating a little too rapidly in her chest as she placed a gloved hand lightly upon that muscled arm and allowed Benedict Lucas to escort her down to her carriage, whereupon he excused himself to stroll across to engage in conversation with his own coachman as he waited for her to join him.
'Are you sure, your Grace?' May, Genevieve's maid for the past seven years, had given a wide-eyed glance in the direction of the dark and dangerously attractive Lucifer upon being informed of Genevieve's intention to ride home in his carriage with him.
'I am very sure, yes,' Genevieve stated more firmly than she felt. May knew better than most how horrific Genevieve's marriage to Josiah Forster had been.
Her maid looked unconvinced. 'I've heard such tales about that particular gentleman—'
'That will be quite enough, thank you, May.' Genevieve had also heard 'tales' about Lucifer, and all of them wicked. But what else could she have done when he had challenged her so obviously?
Run as far away as was possible, came the instant and emphatic answer!
No, she would not, could not, continue to live in the way she had been forced to live during her marriage to Josiah, frightened of her own shadow most of the time. No matter how much the thoughts of being alone with any gentleman made her pulse flutter and her stomach clench with nausea!
Besides, what could Benedict Lucas possibly do to her in his carriage in broad daylight.?
'Is that really necessary, my lord?'
Benedict smiled at Genevieve Forster as she sat across the carriage from him, those blue eyes wide as she watched him pulling down the blinds on the windows. 'Do you not find the sun a little…overbright?' he drawled derisively.
She studied him for several long seconds. 'It is a little…intrusive,' she finally conceded abruptly.
'Exactly.' Benedict's gaze continued to meet hers as he pulled down the last of the blinds. 'This is much cosier,' he murmured appreciatively.
'Much.' The coolness of her smile was belied by the telltale rapid beating of her pulse in the slenderness of her throat. 'Tell me, were you as surprised by today's wedding as I?'
'No,&...
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Pleasantly surprised.
By Pamela R Jones
I have read 100's of Historical romances in my life. There have been so many published that it's by no means surprising to see the same plots, and story lines covered over...and over. I was pleasantly surprised by this book. It's a good deal. Sometimes these books that are so reasonably priced...well, I find you sometimes get what you pay for. But not always ;) Without giving anything away, this is not some amazing new spin on the genera. But, I would recommend this book to HR lovers. It's fun and light and I enjoyed the ride.
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Shockingly good!
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Read this in one day. The story was fantastic and it was just all about the hero and heroine with a little mystery subplot. I don't like those books where the mystery becomes the main focus and the romance takes a back seat. The writing was good, the chemistry was good. If it had been a smidge "hotter" it would have been great!
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Not nearly as good as the others
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I really enjoyed Some Like it Wicked and I also liked the novella Some Like it Scandalous (Mills & Boon Historical Undone) but this book was disappointing. I'd liked the author's style of writing before but in this book it seemed more immature and more irritating. I found myself skimming and the H and h weren't compelling. I struggled with the plot and I didn't find the characters sympathetic at all. I didn't like the fact that the H was looking for a fling and nothing more since the other 2 books showed more depth of feeling between the main characters. I'm not sure how I finished the book.
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