Nicola Cornick – Desired (страница 1)
Nicola Cornick’s novels have received acclaim the world over
‘Cornick is first-class, Queen of her game.’
‘A rising star of the Regency arena’
Praise for the SCANDALOUS WOMEN OF THE TON series
‘A riveting read’
‘One of the finest voices in historical romance’
‘Ethan Ryder (is) a bad boy to die for! A memorable story
of intense emotions, scandals, trust, betrayal and all-
encompassing love. A fresh and engrossing tale.’
‘Historical romance at its very best is
written by Nicola Cornick.’
—Mary Gramlich,
Acclaim for Nicola’s previous books
‘Witty banter, lively action and sizzling passion’
‘RITA® Award-nominated Cornick deftly steeps her latest intriguingly complex Regency historical in a beguiling blend of danger and desire.’
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WHISPER OF SCANDAL
ONE WICKED SIN
MISTRESS BY MIDNIGHT
DESIRED
DECEIVED
LORD OF SCANDAL
UNMASKED
THE CONFESSIONS OF A DUCHESS
THE SCANDALS OF AN INNOCENT
THE UNDOING OF A LADY
DAUNTSEY PARK: THE LAST RAKE IN LONDON
FORBIDDEN
Desired
Nicola Cornick
To Kimberley Young with much gratitude
for all the years we worked together.
—Taken from
IT WAS THE NIGHT HER LUCK finally ran out.
Tess Darent knew that the net was closing and that someone was coming to hunt her down. Tonight she could feel him very close behind her. Tonight, she knew instinctively, was the night she was going to get caught.
“Hurry!” Mrs. Tong, owner of the Temple of Venus bawdy house held out the borrowed gown to her with shaking hands and Tess grabbed it and slipped it over her head, feeling the sensuous slide of lavender silk against her skin. It was not a bad fit. She was surprised that Mrs. Tong had anything so tasteful in the wardrobe. Fortunate, because she would not be seen dead in any of the harlot’s gowns Mrs. Tong’s girls habitually wore. Even if she was currently hiding from the law, Tess had standards to maintain.
The bawd’s face was pale beneath her paint and powder, her eyes terrified. Out in the corridor the sounds of pursuit were getting louder—voices snapping orders, the tramp of booted feet, the crash as Mrs. Tong’s pieces of erotic statuary were knocked to the marble floor.
“Redcoats!” the bawd said. “Searching the house. If they find you here—”
“They won’t,” Tess snapped. She spun around, lifting the heavy fall of her red-gold hair so that Mrs. Tong could lace the gown. She could feel the bawd’s fingers trembling on the fastenings. Mrs. Tong’s fear was feeding her own. The panic filled her chest, stealing her breath. Her pursuer was so close now. He was nipping at her heels.
“Even if they do find me here,” she added over her shoulder, marvelling at the calm of her own voice, “what of it? My reputation is so bad no one will think it odd to find me in a whorehouse.”
“But the papers?” Mrs. Tong’s voice quavered.
“Hidden.” Tess patted the lavender reticule that matched the gown. “Never fear, Mrs. T. No one will suspect you of being anything worse than an avaricious old madam.”
“There’s gratitude.” Mrs. Tong sounded irritable. “Sometimes I wonder why I help you.”
“You do it because you owe me,” Tess said. Some months before she had helped Mrs. Tong’s son when he had been arrested at a political rally. Now she was calling in the debt.
“I’m no friend to the radical cause,” Mrs. Tong grumbled. She pulled the laces of the gown tight in a small gesture of revenge.
“The gown’s too big,” Tess wheezed, as the breath was pummelled out of her.