Sylvia Day - Passion for Him

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Miss Amelia Benbridge is ready to leave behind a past filled with heartbreak for a sensible marriage. Until temptation itself comes calling, with an invitation to seduction…Amelia Benbridge and the Earl of Ware are the most anticipated match of the Season. Lord Ware is handsome, wealthy, and kind, and he understands that her love will always belong to her childhood sweetheart, Colin. When Colin died, Amelia believed she would never feel such passion again. But her primal reaction to the brooding stranger who approaches her at a masquerade, coaxing her into a moonlit minuet and a single, sensual kiss, proves otherwise…Colin Mitchell knew a pairing between a peer's daughter and a gypsy stable boy was impossible. Amerlia's mistaken belief in his demise afforded him the opportunity to return to her as a man of means. But time has slipped through his fingers. She is preparing to wed another and danger prevents him from revealing the truth. Colin can only bid her a secret farewell, but he underestimates her determination to unmask her phantom admirer. A forbidden kiss leads to her ardent pursuit and a soul-scorching affair. Amelia is perfectly attuned to his every desire, every thought – and hungry for stability he can't offer her. For deception lies at the heart of their love, waiting to drive them apart once again…

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In the end, he had been unable to keep his distance. Her father, the late Viscount Welton, had been the worst sort of monster. Welton had used Amelia as leverage against her sister, selling the stunningly beautiful Maria to marriage-minded peers, whom he then killed for the widow’s settlements. When Welton’s machinations put Amelia in danger, Colin had attempted a daring rescue during which he’d been shot and left for dead.

How did one rise from the grave? And once he managed that task, would she accept him back into her life in the role he wished to fill-that of lover and husband?

“If she will have me, she will be the Countess Montoya,” he said, referring to the title he had invented expressly for her. Over the years he’d built and strengthened the roots of that assumed nobility, purchasing properties and establishing wealth under that guise. He would not have her married to the common Colin Mitchell. She deserved better. “But perhaps it is her attachment to Colin that will win her heart.”

“I will miss you,” Quinn said, his blue-eyed gaze pensive. “In fact, I am not certain how I will manage without you.”

Quinn had been enlisted by agents of the Crown of England to manage tasks more cautious agents wouldn’t. He was not “officially” recognized, nor was Colin, which freed them both from the restrictions under which others labored. In return for their unacknowledged efforts, they kept most of the spoils, which made them exceptionally wealthy.

“You will find a way,” Colin said, smiling. “You always do. You still have Cartland. In some respects, he is far more accomplished than I. He can track better than a canine. If something is lost, he is the best man to find it.”

“I have my concerns about him.” Quinn rested his elbows on the carved wooden arms of his chair and steepled his fingers together.

“Oh? You never said as much to me before.”

“You were still in my employ then. Now I can speak to you as a friend who shares a joint past.”

The logic to that was odd, but Colin played along. “What worries you?”

“Too many seem to die around Cartland.”

“I thought that was by design.”

“Occasionally,” Quinn admitted. “He lacks the remorse that most would feel upon taking a life.”

“You mean to say that I feel,” Colin said wryly.

Quinn grinned and attracted the attention of a woman the next table over. His smile changed from one of amusement to one of sensual promise. Colin looked away to hide his chuckle. It amazed him that a man so widely lauded for his comeliness could hide such a covert livelihood.

“You never did enjoy that part of your employment,” Quinn continued.

Colin lifted his glass in a mock salute and then swallowed the blood red contents in one uncouth swallow. “I always feared that every life I ended would cling to me in some way, taint me, and that eventually they would make me unsuitable for Amelia.”

“How romantic,” Quinn jeered softly. “One of the qualities I most loved in Maria was her ability to survive in the gutter. I could not live my life with a lily-white female. The weight of the façade would quickly fatigue me.”

“You assume that the man you sit across from now is the real Colin and the one who longs for Amelia is the façade. Perhaps the opposite is true.”

Quinn’s gaze narrowed beneath boldly winged brows. “Then maintain the ruse a little longer.”

Tensing, Colin set his empty glass down and listened alertly. “What do you want?”

He would do anything for Quinn, but the sudden portent of danger set him on edge. His bags were packed and loaded aboard the ship. In a few hours he would set sail and begin his true life, the one he had interrupted six years ago to become a man of means. A man of title, prestige, wealth. A man worthy of Amelia Benbridge.

“I have been told that Cartland is meeting often with confidants of Agent-General Talleyrand-Périgord.”

Colin whistled. “Cartland is one of the most impious men I have ever met.”

“Which is why his association with the equally impious agent-general is concerning. I want to search his lodgings tonight,” Quinn said, “while you are still here to see to my safety. I simply need you to delay him if he attempts to retire early.”

“Since he is aware that I depart at dawn, he will find it odd if I approach him.”

“Be covert. Most likely he will cause you no grief. He is not known for being reclusive.”

Nodding, Colin ran the posed scenario through his mind and could find nothing that would interfere with his removal from France. A few hours of his time and he would alleviate his feelings of guilt for abandoning Quinn. Cartland spent more time awake in the night hours than he did during the day. Chances were more than good that Colin would sit in a carriage watching the door of one establishment or another and go directly from there to the wharf.

“Of course I will help you,” he agreed.

“Excellent.” Quinn gestured to an attendant for more wine. “I am indebted to you.”

“Nonsense,” Colin dismissed. “I can never repay you for what you have done for me.”

“I expect to be invited to the wedding.”

“Never doubt it.”

Quinn raised his refilled glass in a toast. “To the fair Miss Benbridge.”

Filled with anticipation for the future, Colin drank eagerly to that.

“What are you about?” Colin muttered to himself just a few hours later as he clung to the shadows of an alleyway and followed Cartland at a discreet distance.

The man had left his mistress’s home an hour past and had been strolling rather aimlessly ever since. Because he continued to move in the general direction of his lodgings, Colin followed. He could not have Cartland returning while Quinn might still be there.

The night was pleasant, the sky clear but for a few clouds. A full moon hung low, providing ample illumination when not blocked by a building. Still, Colin would much rather be in his cabin at the moment, sleeping away the hours until he could stand at the bow and breathe deeply of the crisp sea air.

Cartland turned a corner, and Colin fell behind, counting silently until the appropriate lapse had passed and he could round the building as well and continue his leisurely pursuit.

He made his move and paused, startled to find a private courtyard ahead. Cartland stood there, engrossed in discussion with someone who appeared to have been waiting. Two brick posts held lanterns marking the entrance to the outdoor retreat. A small fountain and a neatly trimmed, tiny lawn were the only other items in the space.

Colin hung back, drawing his cloak around him to better disguise his frame in the darkness. He was not an easy man to hide, not at a few inches over six feet in height and sixteen stone, but he had learned the art of concealment and practiced it well.

Oddly enough, while he could attribute his size to his laborer parents, Cartland was also quite large, and his breeding was more refined. He worked for a living only because his father had bankrupted them, and he made certain that everyone knew he was above certain tasks. Killing was not one of them. That was a duty he enjoyed far too much for Colin’s taste, which was why they associated with each other only when forced to by necessity.

Creeping along the damp stone wall, Colin moved closer to the two men, hoping to hear something that would help to explain this assignation.

“…you may tell the agent-general…”

“…forget your place! You are not…”

“…I will see to it, Leroux, provided I am compensated…”

The debate seemed to grow more heated with Cartland gesturing roughly with one hand, while the gentleman with whom he spoke began to pace. The sound of heels tapping restlessly along cobblestones helped to disguise Colin’s stealthy approach. Cartland’s evening garments were covered by a short cape secured with a jeweled brooch that gleamed in the lantern light. The other man was hatless, coatless, and much shorter. He was also highly agitated.

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