Marguerite Kaye - Regency Surrender - Scandal And Deception

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Twelve addictive – and truly scandalous – Regency stories from your favourite Mills & Boon Historical authors!Featuring:• The Truth About Lady Felkirk by Christine Merrill• A Ring from a Marquess by Christine Merrill• An Unsuitable Duchess by Laurie Benson• An Uncommon Duke by Laurie Benson• Return of Scandal’s Son by Janice Preston• Saved by Scandal's Heir by Janice Preston• Lord Laughraine's Summer Promise by Elizabeth Beacon• Redemption of the Rake by Elizabeth Beacon• The Soldier’s Dark Secret by Marguerite Kaye• The Soldier’s Rebel Lover by Marguerite Kaye• The Chaperon's Seduction by Sarah Mallory• Temptation of a Governess by Sarah Mallory

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He knew in his bones that from this moment on she would always be Katrina to him.

Her body appeared to dance with excitement as she shifted in her seat. ‘Do you promise not to tell a soul?’ she asked.

They grinned at each other like two children conspiring to steal all the Christmas treats.

‘I promise. And you? You must also promise not to share this with anyone.’

‘My lips are sealed,’ she said through a smile. ‘Fortunately for you I have a strong desire to know how this story ends.’

Chapter Fourteen

Three nights later, Katrina noticed two things about the Whitfields’ impressive entrance hall. The first was that her drawing room could easily fit inside it. The second was that the large black and white marble floor resembled one large chessboard, which was appropriate since the happenings of the ton always appeared to be a strategic game.

She had not seen Julian since he had called on her and proposed their secret pact. It felt like weeks, although she knew it had only been days. He’d said he would call again when he was not busy with his affairs at Westminster. She did not want to interfere with his duties, but if this continued it would take them over a month to finish reading the book.

Sarah tapped her wrist. ‘Do not look to your left,’ she whispered into Katrina’s ear. ‘Lyonsdale is standing by the staircase and has eyed you very intently from your slippers to your hair. You cannot tell me that man does not have an interest in you.’

Katrina’s heartbeat quickened and she had an urge to adjust her hair. Reliving his kiss, she refused look at him, certain she would blush. Surely Sarah would be able to tell they were now more than passing acquaintances.

‘Sarah, you have to stop. Someone might overhear you.’

‘But do you not want to know that his eyes are still on you?’ Sarah looked at Katrina with a wrinkled brow. ‘Why will you not even acknowledge him?’

At this moment she couldn’t acknowledge him. If she did, everyone around her would know they shared a secret. It would be impossible to hide it in her expression.

Katrina was saved from responding by the appearance of Madame de Lieven, who glided up to them on the arm of Mr Armstrong. It was the first time she could recall being happy to see the woman.

‘Miss Vandenberg, Miss Forrester—how lovely to see both of you again. You remember Mr Armstrong?’

Katrina recalled the hawk-like features of the youngest son of Lord Greely. ‘Of course. How do you do, Mr Armstrong?’

‘Quite well. I had the opportunity to speak with Wellington at length earlier.’ His chest was puffed out a bit more than usual. ‘I am acquainted with him, don’t you know?’

Katrina watched him raise his quizzing glass and observe the room. When his quizzer rested on her, Katrina raised her chin until he lowered the glass.

‘Pray tell, Miss Vandenberg, have you found the time to explore Town yet? I am certain it’s like no place you have imagined,’ he said.

‘I find London most diverting,’ she replied politely.

His lips rose in a superior smile. ‘I notice you were extended vouchers to attend Almack’s. You dance very well for an American.’

How exactly should one respond to a comment like that? She was never certain. Glancing to her right, she noticed Sarah’s attention was on her slippers, her pursed lips giving away her amusement.

‘I understand you know how to waltz?’ Mr Armstrong continued.

Oh, no. No. No. No. Why couldn’t she have talked with him later in the evening, when her waltzes might have all been claimed?

‘I do,’ Katrina replied slowly, glancing at Madame de Lieven. She caught the knowing glint in the woman’s eye.

‘I believe that’s the beginning of one now. If this dance isn’t claimed, would you do me the honour of dancing with me, Miss Vandenberg?’ He held his arm out to her.

She wanted to flee. If she waltzed with him she would have to spend time with him for longer than any human being should be required to be in his company. However, if she declined his invitation she would be forced to sit out every dance. That would lead to a very dull evening.

She had no choice but to take his arm. If only he were Julian.

* * *

Julian stood near the threshold of the ballroom and watched Lord Greely’s whelp escort Katrina onto the dance floor. Even in the low light coming from the chandeliers above he had no difficulty tracing her graceful form as she moved through the waltz. She was a vision in white organza and blue silk. He could watch her all night...

‘I would not wait too long to pursue her. She will be taken if you do,’ Hart commented casually.

Julian took a sip of what he was certain was watered-down Madeira and wished he had borrowed his grandmother’s flask. ‘I don’t need your advice.’

‘Apparently Armstrong has no objection to the lady’s nationality. Maybe he likes leprechauns...or would the children be wee beasties? I cannot recall.’

‘What do you suppose he is up to?’ Julian wondered out loud as he narrowed his gaze.

‘Isn’t it obvious? The man appreciates a pretty face and a lithe form. He might even enjoy dancing.’

‘I’ve never trusted him,’ Julian said, eyeing the couple over the rim of his glass.

‘Really? You don’t trust him with all things or with your Miss V?’

‘She isn’t mine, and I have never trusted him about anything. He is a sycophant and always has been.’

‘You are aware there is a bet placed in White’s about the two of you.’

‘Me and Armstrong?’

‘No, you dolt. You and Miss V.’

Julian’s heart began to pound. He had only called on her that one time, and he had taken pains to walk to her house in the pouring rain with a rather large umbrella. How could someone know of their secret arrangement?

‘How was I not aware of this?’

Hart shrugged. ‘Do you really care? There are plenty of bets placed about me. I pay them no heed.’

A tic formed in Julian’s jaw. ‘What does it say?’

‘The bet is on how long it will take for you to enter into a liaison with her.’

Julian had a sudden need to crush something—or someone. He consciously relaxed his hold on his glass. At least the bet was not about if he was having a liaison with her already.

‘Who placed the bet?’

Hart resumed watching the dancers and crossed his arms. ‘Don’t recall. They really are stunning together...all that golden glory. I imagine their children will be very attractive. Unless, of course, they do take on the appearance of green beasties.’

‘You’re an ass.’

‘So you have said—time and again,’ Hart replied with amusement. ‘Shall we play some cards? I have a hunting box in Scotland that Lord Middlebury must be missing. I am feeling generous and may lose it to him.’

* * *

Helena stepped to the edge of the dance floor and studied the woman who had captured Lyonsdale’s attention. Could this be the woman who had somehow persuaded Lyonsdale to waltz with her at Almack’s?

Elizabeth, the Duchess of Skeffington, approached her side. ‘I am amazed we are listening to a quartet this evening. And the wine is positively insipid. It appears, Helena, that the Whitfields are not as prosperous as they once were. I would not be surprised if young Whitfield is hunting an heiress this very night.’

When Helena made no reply, her friend continued. ‘That is a lovely gown she is wearing. I believe by the cut it’s French. It certainly cannot be American-made.’

Helena shifted her gaze. ‘To whom are you referring, Lizzy?’

‘Oh, forgive me. I thought you were watching Miss Vandenberg—the woman dancing with Mr Armstrong.’

‘Why would I concern myself with someone dancing with a mere third son?’

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