Stephanie Laurens - The Edge of Desire

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They proved their bravery fighting for His Majesty's Secret Service and were rewarded with brides of great beauty and breeding. But one member of the Bastion Club has remained a bachelor… until now.
"Christian, I need your help. There is no one else I can turn to… L."
When Christian Allardyce, 6th Marquess of Dearne, reads those words, his world turns upside down. Lady Letitia Randall is a woman like no other, and the day he left her behind to fight for king and country was the most difficult of his life. He never forgot the feel of her lips against his, but never expects to see her again. Yet now she seeks his help, and Christian knows he will not resist her plea.
Letitia believes that Christian abandoned her when she needed him most, and she hates to call on his aid. But to clear her brother's name, she has sworn to use every weapon at her command, even if it means seducing her ex-lover. Yet all the while, Christian is waging a war of his own – a campaign of pure pleasure and sweet revenge that will take them both beyond the edge of desire.

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Every answer he wrung from her only raised more questions-such as why Randall hadn’t understood that. Christian held her gaze, and felt his own temper stir. She wanted him to clear Justin of suspicion, but would offer only limited information.

For whatever reason, she was determined to tell him nothing of her marriage.

And suddenly, unexpectedly, that was the most urgent point he wanted to know.

He took one slow step closer, then leaned down, clamping one hand on each of the chair’s arms, caging her. Bringing his face much closer to hers, looming over her.

His nerves flickered; the scent of jasmine-the scent she’d always worn-teased his senses.

She didn’t press back, retreat, didn’t react in any fearful way to the blatant intimidation. Belatedly he remembered she’d always found his size-that he was significantly taller, heavier, and larger than she, and therefore capable of physically dominating her-exciting.

A lick of desire slid down his spine. He studied her eyes; at such close quarters in the dimly lit room they gleamed like beaten gold, shadowed and mysterious, giving nothing away. But her breathing had quickened. Her lips, when he glanced at them, had parted.

“If you recall”-his voice had lowered to a gravelly purr; slowly he brought his gaze back to her eyes-“I’ve yet to set a price for assisting you in finding Justin.”

The air between them all but crackled. Her lids lowered, but then she forced them up and locked her eyes on his. “Finding him, and clearing his name.”

Her words were breathless. His lips quirked. “Indeed. But finding him comes first.” He let his gaze drop to her lips. While he considered how to phrase his demand.

He wondered how her lips would taste now…

Wondered what he should ask-what she might give…

As if following his thoughts, she slowly stiffened, steel infusing her. He was jerked to full awareness when her lips firmed.

He glanced up at her eyes-and found them blazing.

“Just find Justin, and I’ll pay whatever price you care to name.”

The words rang with outright challenge. Raising her hands, she pushed against his shoulders-hard enough to make him straighten and step back.

She rose. Proud and haughty, she met his gaze, held it for a pregnant instant, then turned and swept toward the archway. “When you’ve found Justin, let me know.”

Christian watched her disappear into the parlor and inwardly swore.

Transferring his gaze to the cold hearth, he ran his hand through his hair. His temper quickly cooled; his arousal was less forgiving. Reassessing his position didn’t take long.

Turning, he stalked out of the house, picking up his cane and going quickly down the steps, then striding away along the street.

If finding Justin Vaux was what it would take to get him what he wanted, he’d find Justin Vaux.

Letitia knew the ton. It was the circle she’d been born into, in which she’d been raised, and in which she’d spent all her adult life. To her the ton wasn’t a fixed entity, but a fluid, dynamic cosmos that wise ladies navigated and-if they were truly powerful-learned to manipulate.

She hadn’t yet reached master status, but she was by no means a novice when it came to manipulating her peers.

Consequently, the next morning she dutifully donned her weeds, but rather than sit at home in the darkened front parlor, she called for her carriage and set out for the park. Hermione went with her, but after the previous evening’s event, their aunt Agnes, who lived with them and assisted Letitia in chaperoning Hermione, elected to remain abed.

“I thought,” Hermione said, her gaze on the coachman’s back, “that most widows remained indoors for at least the first few weeks.”

“Usually,” Letitia conceded. “But we are Vaux. Not even the most censorious dowager will expect us to sequester ourselves, not with a murder in the family.” She paused, then added, “Indeed, they’d most likely be highly disappointed if we did. And we’re hardly cavorting-merely taking the air.” Heaven knew, after last night she needed it.

Although the day was fine, a warm breeze gently teasing curls, flirting with ribbons, and rather irritatingly playing with her veil, as it was August, there were far fewer carriages drawn up by the verge in the park than was customary during the Season.

Those of the ton with country estates-which was to say most of the nobility-were presently on them, enjoying the summer and more bucolic pleasures. That still left a core of the aristocracy in residence, along with minor branches and connections, those whose sole residence was in the capital and who hadn’t been invited to someone else’s country house party this week.

While sorely in need of fresh air to blow the cobwebs-and the sensual miasma invoked by Christian Allardyce-from her brain, Letitia had another purpose-to assess the reaction of the ton to the news of Randall’s murder.

One couldn’t successfully manipulate society’s thinking without knowing the current situation.

She directed the coachman to draw in to the verge in a large gap between two landaus. The separation between her carriage and the others was sufficient to establish that she wasn’t courting gossip, wasn’t openly inviting discussion of Randall’s sensational death.

“I can see Lady Cowper climbing down from her carriage,” Hermione whispered. “She’s heading this way.”

“Good.” Letitia glanced at the lawns nearby. “You’ll have to give up your seat-the ladies won’t want to mention murder with your delicate ears about. I suggest you stroll, but don’t go far.”

Somewhat to her surprise, Hermione nodded. “All right.” Gathering her parasol, she opened the carriage door. The footman hurried to assist her to the ground.

Hermione loved listening to her elders gossip. Letitia, eyes narrow, studied her sister, suspicious, wondering…but then Emily Cowper reached the carriage and she had to give her attention to her ladyship, and the numerous others who followed in her wake. Emily, who had known her since birth, claimed precedence as an old family friend and joined her in the carriage. Most others merely stopped by the carriage’s side, to offer their condolences and hear whatever she felt able to tell them of the recent shocking events.

As she’d predicted, given that she and Hermione were appropriately garbed in black bombazine and she evinced no desire to encourage those stopping by to linger, their presence elicited no censure, especially not with Emily Cowper, patroness of Almack’s, sitting so solicitously beside her.

Letitia knew her ton.

As she’d expected, there were many who, along with their condolences, were only too happy to recount what they’d heard. To her dismay, the universal theme was that Justin, in a fit of the famous Vaux temper, had brutally slain his brother-in-law. Whether his temper had been aroused on his own account, or on hers, or on Hermione’s, was the chief point of conjecture.

No one-not one person-questioned Justin’s guilt.

Letitia was grateful for her veil; she’d never been especially good at hiding her feelings, and she certainly wouldn’t have been able to conceal her mounting dismay as lady after lady simply assumed Justin was Randall’s murderer.

The veil also allowed her, when from the corner of her eye she caught sight of a group amassing a little way from the carriage, to cut her eyes in that direction.

What she saw horrified her. What was Hermione doing?

Her sister, animated and exclaiming, stood at the center of a circle of fascinated ladies, young and old, all hanging on every word she uttered, increasingly hotly.

She was defending Justin. Letitia didn’t need to hear Hermione’s words to know that was so.

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