This story was so much fun! I loved working with a setting outside of England. Vienna is a gorgeous city with an intriguing history, just like the heroine, Sophie, and the hero, Julian, so the backdrop really fits their personalities.
I also enjoyed the opportunity to do something with Valerianâs time abroad. Heâs the featured hero in my March 2009 release, The Viscount Claims His Bride. His is a homecoming story in which heâs spent the last nine years abroad in Vienna and other Eastern European locales working for the empire. Although heâs a secondary character in Libertine Lord, Pickpocket Miss, it was fun to invent friends and experiences for him. I have great hopes too of doing other shorts in the future that feature Julian and Valerianâs other two friends who appear here.
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Chapter 1
Vienna, 1823
Julian Burke surveyed the glittering ballroom with a predatorâs eye. âWho shall it be tonight?â the Viscount St. Just murmured quietly beside him. The other two gentlemen with him laughed knowingly.
In the months Julian had been in Vienna, the routine of seeking out a lively partner had become a weekly, sometimes nightly ritual. His reputation as a libertine was firmly established and the women didnât seem to mind. Vienna was a city bursting with energy, drawing people from all over Europe to its ballrooms and palaces. Exciting places drew exciting people. Wallflowers and virtuous debutantes did not populate this crowd with any great regularity.
Julian rather liked these continental women. They were mature. They understood the rules of the game. They accepted the fact that affairs ran their course, and expected nothing more.
Julianâs gaze passed over the ballroom again, lighting on the figure heâd been visually pursuing all evening. Time and again, heâd come back to her; his eyes were drawn to her movements on the dance floor, the saucy tilt of her head and her easy smile. âThat one, St. Just.â He nodded in the womanâs direction.
âAh,â Valerian Inglemoore, Viscount St. Just offered approvingly. âSheâs very beautiful, very vivacious it seems. I have noticed her too. She is also younger than your usual sort, Burke.â
The other two gentlemen, Truesdale and Mathison, eyed her appreciatively. âGood choice, Burke,â Truesdale said, lifting his preposterous quizzing glass. âSheâs quite lovely. I donât see how I missed her.â
Mathison elbowed him. âYou were too busy looking at the brunette on the other side of the room.â
Julian clapped St. Just on the back. âI am off to conquer the fair maidâs heart. Iâd ask you to wish me luck but I wonât need it. I will be on the dance floor with her in ten minutes.â
St. Just raised an eyebrow at his friendâs cocky farewell. âYou donât have a place on her dance card.â
âA minor technicality.â Julian shrugged. âI will give you gentlemen good-night. I doubt Iâll be seeing you again this evening.â
âBe careful, Burke,â St. Just replied as Julian melted into the crowd.
Julian squared his shoulders and began to work his way to the womanâs side. He would be careful tonight. Heâd been right when heâd said he wouldnât need any luck. Tonight was all about acting on the planning heâd done during the last several weeks. St. Just knew, as the others didnât, that his true purpose in Vienna was to reclaim for England a diamond jewel set currently in the hands of the eveningâs host, a French comte. The jewels were upstairs in a safe. But he couldnât go haring upstairs without making his presence known downstairs first. Thatâs why heâd picked the lively young woman.
Everyone, except Truesdale obviously, had noticed her. Her smile alone would have drawn people to her. Her entire being radiated a certain magnetic joie de vivre. The fact that she was positively beautiful was simply an added benefit. There was no question in Julianâs mind that this lovely creature broke hearts on a nightly basis wherever she went. Of course, his heart was in no danger. She was welcome to work her wiles if she liked, but in the end, all he wanted from her was one dance, enough to get him noticed so that when and if the hue and cry went up about the missing jewels, people would only remember heâd spent the evening dancing if they connected him to the incident at all.