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Book Title: THE SEDUCTION OF LADY X
The would-be Earl of Ashwood sets his romantic sights on a forbidden prize … but seizing his prize will expose the family’s darkest secret and ruin his only chance to win her heart.
Harrison watched as Lady Carey’s pale blonde hair was jostled from its pins and began to fly out behind her. When she rounded the end of the clearing and galloped back, the blond tresses had come wholly undone and drifted down around her shoulders.
“I owe you ten pounds,” she said.
“I scarcely remember it,” he said.
“I do not believe you. I think you are a dear friend and are gamely trying to conceal the fact that I have failed to honor my wager.”
A dear friend. Harrison’s chest tingled a little with that admission. “It was a friendly wager,” he said. “May I help you down?”
“Please.” She reached out to him; he caught her about the waist as she braced her hands against his shoulders and lifted her down. Her skirts and legs brushed against his, her hair drifted between them. God, how Harrison longed to touch that hair, to feel it between his thumb and fingers. He set her on the ground and she looked up at him with affection in her eyes.
It was affection, was it not? His mind was not playing tricks? Whatever he saw there, it made his blood rush.
Lady Carey’s hands slid from his shoulders and she smilingly patted his chest. “I should finish my painting so that I may show my husband I have done as a lady ought.” She stepped away from him, and it felt to Harrison as if a draft of cold spring air filled her place.
“You will help me with the seating for the supper party, will you not, Mr. Tolly?” she called over her shoulder as the footman retrieved her palette and held it out to her.
“That depends,” he said, and grinned when she turned back to him. “Will Mr. Wallaby be in attendance?”
She laughed lightly. “Even worse,” she said, as Harrison watched her gracefully re-pin her hair. “Lady Ames will be joining us.”
“Good God,” he said, and clapped a playful hand over his heart. “I shall don my heaviest armor.”
Lady Carey’s laughter filled the air. “You always make me laugh so,” she said as she accepted her hat from the footman. “Good afternoon, Mr. Tolly.”
“Good afternoon,” Harrison said.
She turned back to her painting, her face once gain obscured. He swung up on the horse and turned it about, trotting off in the direction of Mr. Fortaine’s cottage, his body a mass of jumbled nerves and conflicting emotions.