A stolen kiss from a spy!
Working undercover for the government, Bartholomew Dyer must expose a nefarious plot to make Napoleon the ruler of England! He needs access to the highest echelons of Society to find those involved, so heâs forced to enlist the help of the woman who jilted him five years agoâMoira, Lady Rexford.
Moiraâs widowed yet still as captivating as ever, and Bartâs determined not to succumb to her charms a second time. But, as they race against time, Bart suspects itâs not their lives at greatest riskâitâs their hearts...
âYouâre in a position to become better acquainted with Lord Camberline, but your involvement will be strictly limited to social engagements and nothing else,â Bart insisted.
Her astonishment gave way to a sideways teasing smile. âYou mean I wonât be able to point a pistol at other people or you?â
âYou can point a pistol at me any time you like.â He enjoyed this saucy Moira, and was elated by her tacit agreement. It meant they didnât have to part just yet.
âI canât simply call on a marchioness and discuss her son,â she protested.
âYou can if you become better friends with her. Thereâs a painting exhibition tonight at the Royal Academy and Lord Camberline and his mother will be there.â
âIf they suspect anything, what shall I say?â she asked.
âYouâll have to come up with something.â
âOh, well, if itâs as easy as that I should have no trouble!â She laughed.
He winked at her. âWelcome to the world of intrigue.â
Author Note
Writing Courting Danger with Mr Dyer was a new challenge for me. Some of my previous stories have had elements of intrigue in the plot, but intrigue wasnât as critical to those stories as it is to this one. It was fun to write the story not only from Bartâs perspective as a member of the espionage community, but also from Moiraâs position as an outsider. Her innocence where plots and treason are concerned was kind of like mine when I began my research. I didnât realise how much cloak-and-dagger work was going on during this time period.
In order to craft the treason plot that Bart and Moira work to uncover I did a great deal of research on spying and plots in and around the Regency period. William Wickham and Mr Flintâtwo men I mention in the storyâare real people who helped pioneer early British espionage and the British Secret Service. It was Mr Wickhamâs involvement in the London Corresponding Societyâs plot to assassinate the Prime Minister in 1793 that inspired the plot in Courting Danger with Mr Dyer. I also reached a little farther back into history to research the Gunpowder Plot and Guy Fawkes. Not having grown up with the Bonfire Night tradition, it was fun to learn about all the key players involved and how it was eventually uncovered and thwarted.
I hope you enjoy following Bart and Moira through the danger and excitement of saving Britain and falling in love!
A lifelong history buff, GEORGIE LEE hasnât given up hope that she will one day inherit a title and a manor house. Until then she fulfils her dreams of lords, ladies and a Season in London through her stories. When not writing, she can be found reading non-fiction history or watching any film with a costume and an accent. Please visit georgie-lee.com to learn more about Georgie and her books.
Books by Georgie Lee
Mills & Boon Historical Romance
The Business of Marriage
A Debt Paid in Marriage
A Too Convenient Marriage The Secret Marriage Pact
The Governess Tales
The Cinderella Governess
Scandal and Disgrace
Rescued from Ruin
Miss Marianneâs Disgrace Courting Danger with Mr Dyer
Stand-Alone Novels
Engagement of Convenience
The Courtesanâs Book of Secrets The Captainâs Frozen Dream
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To my family who are always so supportive.
Chapter One
Londonâ1813
âYou must do it.â Bartholomew Dyer banged Frederick Chambers, Fifth Earl of Fallworth, hard against the wall, trying to knock the fight back into him. The unprovoked swing the Earl had taken at Bart gave him hope it could be done. âWe need you.â
âI canât, donât you understand?â Freddy growled, fingers biting into Bartâs forearms. âIâve given enough. I wonât give any more.â
âLet go of him.â The lady behind him punctuated her command by cocking a pistol hammer.
Damn. Bart cursed under his breath. Sheâd just made the weapon more dangerous. If she wasnât competent with it, the ball would tear through him and the Earl under his elbow.
Bart took his arm off Lord Fallworthâs chest and stepped back.
âMoira, itâs not what you think,â Lord Fallworth choked as he leaned away from the wall and tried to wave his sister off.