Elizabeth Rolls – His Lady Mistress (страница 1)
“Why do you want me as your mistress?” And why am I even asking? Verity wondered.
Max blinked. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“No.” She couldn’t imagine why he would want her. According to her aunt and cousins she had nothing to recommend her. Oh, she knew why Godfrey wanted her. Because she was defenceless and he was a swaggering bully.
But Max—Lord Blakehurst—was not of that ilk. She had not the least idea why a man with a reputation for taking beautiful women as his mistresses would want her.
“Because I desire you, of course….”
His Lady Mistress
Harlequin Historical #772
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His Lady Mistress
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Prologue
Autumn 1817
Verity huddled into the murk by the chimney stack, watching through the shifting veil of rain as the two men, little more than dense shadows in the pouring blackness, carried their grisly burden from the cottage to the cart. The horse between the shafts tucked his tail in and stamped restlessly, snorting as the stench of death reached him. The boy at his head murmured in shaking tones and held his lantern higher.
‘One, two, three…’ A thud followed as the men swung the body on to the back of the cart.
Her heart tightened. Oh, God! Please be gentle.
‘Right. Got everything, Jake?’
‘Aye…oh, hang on, where’s the…?’ Jake vaulted into the cart and scrabbled around. ‘No. Here ’tis, Bill.’
‘What?’
‘Thought we’d damn near forgot the stake. Won’t do to forget that an’ all. Rector be really put out, he would.’
A snort greeted this. ‘’Taint him as has to drive it in. Is it? Well, come on. Best get it over with.’
‘Aye. Here, lad, hand over that glim. You get on back to bed. And don’t be thinkin’ on this. ’Tis a cryin’ shame. But there ain’t nothin’ to do ’cept obey orders.’