Sara Mitchell - A Most Unusual Match

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Indulge your fantasies of delicious Regency Rakes, fierce Viking warriors and rugged Highlanders. Be swept away into a world of intense passion, lavish settings and romance that burns brightly through the centuriesOne of the earliest fiction authors in the inspirational market, Sara Mitchell is the critically acclaimed author of fifteen novels.Her 2001 historical Shenandoah Home earned a Romantic Times Top Pick rating; the sequel, Virginia Autumn, was a 2003 Christy Award finalist and winner of the RWA Georgia's Maggie Award of Excellence in the historical category; and her Love Inspired Historical Legacy of Secrets won the 2008 RT Reviewers' Choice Award in the Love Inspired Historical category.From inspirational romance, to historical fiction, to complex historical suspense, Sara Mitchell's books have touched the lives of readers all over the world. Her hallmark traits include exhaustive research, a command of language and characters with emotional depth. She currently writes for Steeple Hill's Love Inspired Historical line, creating stories that take place in the late 1890s.In all her works, Sara infuses the same passion and faith with which she tries to live life. It remains her hope that «. . . God's grace enables my books to touch hearts and honor Him. Along with,» she adds with a smile, «providing a few hours of happily-ever-aftering.»When she's not writing and making a mess of her office Sara enjoys rummaging around cluttered antique shops, researching historical photos, shopping for bargains in any kind of store that is NOT crowded and playing her 1870s rosewood Steinway piano. She gave up on sewing, knitting, crocheting, scrapbooking and regular exercise. She has learned, however, to embrace gardening on a small scale, unless she encounters grubs or slugs. Earthworms are fine.She and her husband of 39 years live in Virginia. They are the parents of two adult daughters. Sara loves to hear from readers, and you may reach her through Web site.

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Devlin accepted that pride as well as a dose of cussedness had concocted this present undercover infiltration scheme. Chief Hazen reluctantly sanctioned it, telling Devlin he certainly wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

He’d laughed when he said it.

Dev shook his head and resumed watching the front of the Grand Union Hotel. Six weeks earlier, a reliable snitch had informed another operative that the Hustler would be at Saratoga, but as always no other information, such as a description, had surfaced. Three guests, one of them Edgar Fane, warranted surveillance, based upon these scraps of evidence tirelessly gleaned over the past twenty months.

Some ten minutes later patience was rewarded. Dev watched the impeccably clad Edgar Fane emerge onto the piazza, surrounded by his throng of hangers-on. Dev had been shadowing the cultured, congenial fellow for three days, and the man did not fit the usual profile of a criminal. Privileged son of the owner of exclusive emporiums all over the country, Fane scattered money and bonhomie wherever he traveled. The money thus far was genuine. Dev wasn’t convinced about the rest. Edgar Fane reminded him of a Thoroughbred he and his uncle once reluctantly agreed to train for the owner. Flashy specimen of horseflesh, conformation of champions—but not an animal to turn your back on.

Edgar Fane paused, lifted his hand. Several women approached, and Devlin watched in some amusement as they jockeyed for position—the buxom redhead boldly thrust her arm through Fane’s, while a regal blonde offered a narrow white hand adorned with several rings, which Fane adroitly kissed even as his other hand patted the redhead’s arm. The trio merged into the crowd, easy enough to follow since the redhead sported a gigantic hat the size of a saddle.

Devlin shouldered away from the column, then paused, his gaze returning to the third woman, the one Fane had barely seemed to notice as the other two women led him away. She stood very still, and in this chattering, gesticulating, endlessly restless crowd that stillness piqued Dev’s interest. Without fuss, he tucked his hands in the waistband of his trousers and sauntered down the steps, pretending to scan the crowd while he memorized the young woman.

Unremarkable height and build in comparison to the luscious redhead and slender blonde. Like most society women, she styled her mass of honey-colored hair in the current Gibson girl fashion. Creamy magnolia complexion and a soft mouth, large dark brown eyes gazing after Edgar Fane with an expression of—Devlin’s eyebrows shot up. Was that anger, or fear?

He wasn’t to know, because the woman abruptly turned in a graceful swirl of skirts and hurried off in the opposite direction.

Chapter Two

Thinking fast was one of the Service’s unwritten requirements: intrigued, Dev followed the spurned woman instead of shadowing Fane, keeping at least a dozen people between them. When a potential masher approached her, his manner a trifle too familiar, Devlin’s fingers twitched with the need to intervene.

Wasn’t necessary. The young woman laughed, said something; the vanquished masher tipped his hat and moved away. So. The lady knew how to dismiss louts without causing offense.

Perhaps she’d had a lot of practice.

For several more moments Devlin followed her, automatically memorizing traits, from the slight tilt of her head to the firm assurance in her steps, the swanlike neck and softly rounded shoulders. A fine figure of a woman, perhaps. But he needed to see that face again. Moving quickly, he wound his way along the teeming walkway until he was some twenty feet ahead of the woman. He bought a frankfurter from a sweating vendor, absently munching while he chewed over his response to this particular female.

With an internal jolt he realized his acute interest bordered on personal rather than professional. He needed to see her face not only to jot down an accurate description in his nightly notes, but to discover if that blaze of emotion in her eyes had been a trick of the sunlight, rather than a revelation of her character. In his experience, women didn’t always feel like they acted, or acted like they felt.

Devlin might begrudge the instant attraction this particular female had tweaked to life, but he’d be foolish to discount its power. Last time he succumbed, his heart was kicked, stomped and tromped. The Blue Ridge Mountains would be flat as the Plains out west before he’d trust his heart to another woman. Yet without any effort on her part—she didn’t know he existed, after all—this one touched a crusted-over piece of it. Annoyed with himself, Dev moved closer, assessing her like an operative instead of a calf-eyed rube.

She’d make a useful shover, flirting her way through the stores that fronted Grand Union Hotel, handing over bogus bills to cashiers too dazzled to notice they’d just been bamboozled. After stealing thousands of dollars in purchases, she and the cur who supplied the counterfeit goods would turn around and sell everything the deceitful little shover had bought. The game had been played with various permutations throughout the country.

Not this time, Devlin muttered beneath his breath, despising those who preyed upon the innocent, the weak, the gullible. He bit off a tasty chunk of hot frankfurter.

Less than three paces away, a matronly woman draped in deep pink lace lifted her arm and waved to someone. “Miss Pickford?” she called out. “Theodora? Is that you?”

Amazingly, the woman Dev was following started, then offered a smile only someone watching her closely—such as himself—would recognize as strained. For a moment she wavered. Then she blinked and the smile warmed into cordiality. “Mrs. Van Eyck. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. The crowds…”

Dev took another bite, and eavesdropped without a qualm.

“How lovely you look today, dear,” Mrs. Van Eyck gushed. “Have you heard from your darling fiancé this week? Do tell me, you know how much I adore those dashing British aristocrats. You must join me—I was just on my way to the springs for a healthful dose of the waters. I must say, the practice of charging for a drink these days is depressingly crass…. Where is your chaperone, Theodora? Mrs…. oh, dear, I can’t seem to recall her name.”

“Mrs. Chudd. She doesn’t care for crowds, or heat, so I’ve left her reading a book in one of the hotel’s parlors.”

So Miss Theodora Pickford conveniently ditched her chaperone, and had already snagged herself a man. One who doubtless loved her in blissful ignorance of her interest in the son of one of the richest men in the country. Like a cloud passing across the sun, disillusionment shadowed Devlin’s mind. His successes with the Service might satisfy an inchoate longing to serve his country, but the scope of human greed continued to catch him off guard.

“Where is Mr. Van Eyck today?” the two-timing flirt inquired.

Well-modulated voice, Devlin noted grudgingly. Warm, with a dash of humor. She smiled with her eyes as well as her mouth, and nobody would believe her to be anything other than genuine. Nobody except an undercover Secret Service operative whose belief in humanity had just endured another drubbing.

“Oh, you know Mr. Van Eyck. Playing cards at the Casino,” Mrs. Van Eyck babbled along. “Annoying, when the weather is fine, isn’t it? My dear friend Esmeralda—I introduced you the other day, did I not? Her husband’s second cousin is distantly related to Queen Victoria, you know. I was quite mystified to learn your fiancé was unacquainted with him. You did tell me your intended is an earl?”

“I did, but you may have forgotten that dear Neville feels tremendous responsibility for all his family properties. They’re scattered all over the British Isles, not to mention a villa in Italy, so he’s rarely in London.”

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