“An unusual journey to historical Regency England coupled with a moving romance”
~ Jane Bowers, Romance Reviews Today website
~ Jane Bowers, Romance Reviews Today website
A fateful toss of the dice
Charlotte Treadwell is outraged when she learns her gaming-mad papa has just forfeited her in a game of hazard. Suddenly she is the “property” of Hugh Brooks, Earl of Rayfield, a rake and a gambler who couldn’t possibly understand that her passionate heart is taken up with helping those less fortunate than she.
Charlotte Treadwell is outraged when she learns her gaming-mad papa has just forfeited her in a game of hazard. Suddenly she is the “property” of Hugh Brooks, Earl of Rayfield, a rake and a gambler who couldn’t possibly understand that her passionate heart is taken up with helping those less fortunate than she.
A perilous game of chance
Rayfield must stop an aristocratic spy from inflicting the horrors of revolution upon England. How can he keep his mind on his duties when the tempting woman he has just won is the fiery daughter of his prime suspect?
Rayfield must stop an aristocratic spy from inflicting the horrors of revolution upon England. How can he keep his mind on his duties when the tempting woman he has just won is the fiery daughter of his prime suspect?
Love is the most dangerous gamble of all . . .
“With a little matchmaking from Charlotte’s former servants, Charlotte and Rayfield find themselves embroiled in a much more dangerous game – that of love, and then the sparks really fly.”
~ Valarie Pelissero, Rakehell
~ Valarie Pelissero, Rakehell
4½ Stars, Top Pick
(Romantic Times Bookclub)
(Romantic Times Bookclub)
The Lady in Question
Hugh looked down at Miss Treadwell, who huddled into his mantle. The thin slippers on her feet offered no protection from the elements. Though she was but a few inches shorter than he, the cloak dragged the ground, becoming sopped with water and mud. She did not speak.
He wrapped the cloak more tightly around her. What role did she play in the game just past? Time to find out. “I think I should have a little sample of what I’ve just won,” he said, bending closer to her.
She scrambled backward, fetching up against the stone wall of Treadwell House. “What are you doing?”
Breathing harshly, Hugh stepped back. He watched her closely, damning himself for trying the experiment when it was too dark to see her features clearly. What was going on? Why had she seemed so cooperative inside, played the role of a woman who was sexually experienced when she clearly was an innocent? Fear of her father? He had not sensed fear in her before, and did not now. A desperate willingness to defend herself was more like it. He laughed. “This round’s to you, my sweet. But the contest isn’t over.”
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