The Earl Plays With Fire
A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE The young Richard Veryan was heartbroken – and bitter – after unrivalled beauty and childhood friend Christabel Tallis jilted him three weeks before their wedding. Six years later, and toughened by adventure overseas, Richard – now a lord – is very much his own man.But when he and Christabel meet once again, dangerous temptation hangs in the air. Richard sees his chance to teach Christabel a lesson. He’ll prove to her that he can still command her body, mind and soul – then he’ll be the one to walk away…
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‘A waltz is just beginning, Miss Tallis.’
‘I’m not dancing this evening, Lord Veryan.’
‘Come—a few steps only and then I’ll leave.’
Christabel hesitated. The temptation to find herself in his arms again seemed overwhelming.
‘A few minutes of the waltz should not take up too much of your time.’
As if in a dream she allowed herself to be swept on to the dance floor. He held her tightly, his form fitting hers, two halves making a whole. As they neared the far window Richard pulled the curtain swiftly to one side and danced her on to the balcony.
She gasped. ‘Whatever are you doing?’
His eyes glittered in the moonlight, and when he spoke his voice was rough with desire.
‘One last kiss,’ he whispered.
About the Author
ISABELLE GODDARD was born into an army family and spent her childhood moving around the UK and abroad. Unsurprisingly it gave her itchy feet, and in her twenties she escaped from an unloved secretarial career to work as cabin crew and see the world.
The arrival of marriage, children and cats meant a more settled life in the south of England, where she’s lived ever since. It also gave her the opportunity to go back to ‘school’ and eventually teach at university. Isabelle loves the nineteenth century, and grew up reading Georgette Heyer, so when she plucked up the courage to begin writing herself the novels had to be Regency romances.
A previous novel:
REPROBATE LORD, RUNAWAY LADY
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Chapter One
London—1816
‘Have you heard the latest?’ The voice came out of nowhere.
Christabel Tallis, aimlessly fanning herself, stopped for a moment and glanced at the mirror which hung on the opposite wall. She knew neither of the women reflected there. Perched uncomfortably on one of the stiffly brocaded benches that lined the Palantine Gallery, she had been wondering, not for the first time that morning, why she’d ever agreed to her mother’s suggestion that they meet Julian here. Lady Harriet had insisted they attend what was billed as the show of the Season, but for Christabel the delights of London society had long ago palled. The salon was overheated and far too crowded, and her delicate skin was already slightly flushed.
‘About the Veryan boy, you mean?’ one of the women continued.
The name hovered in the air, menacing Christabel’s shield of calm detachment. The buzz of inconsequential chatter faded into the distance and every fibre of her body became alert.
‘He’s hardly a boy now, of course.’
‘Indeed no. How long has it been? Lady Veryan must be overjoyed that he is returning home at last.’
Suddenly Christabel longed to be far away from this conversation, away from this room. A shaft of sunlight streamed through the gallery’s long windows, breaking through a lowering sky and burnishing her auburn curls into a fiery cloud. The warming light was gone almost as soon as it appeared, but to her it seemed to beckon escape. Escape to where, though? To a country of grey slate and blue seas, a landscape of moor and rocks? To Cornwall, to home? But that could not be; she knew well that her future lay elsewhere.
‘One can only hope that he actually arrives,’ the woman opined in a hushed voice.
The other shuddered theatrically. ‘I understand the journey from Argentina is very long and most dangerous.’
‘My dear, yes. You must remember The Adventurer—just a few years ago. It sailed from Buenos Aires …’
The women moved away and she heard no more. That was sufficient. Richard’s name reverberated through her mind. After all these years—five, six it would be—he was coming back. Her deep green eyes stared into the distance and saw only memory.
She was seated on a stone bench in the garden of the Veryan town house, the lush fragrance of rose blossoms tumbling in the air. Richard was standing straight and tall in front of her, his mouth compressed and his face white and set. She had just told him that she could not marry him and was offering his ring back. She could not marry him because she was in love with Joshua. And Joshua just happened to be one of Richard’s closest friends. What a wretched business that had been. She and Richard had drifted into an engagement, more to please their parents than from any passionate attachment, and Joshua was the result. The family estates bordered each other and she’d known Richard all her life. It felt natural to be planning to spend the rest of it together. But her visit to London to buy bride clothes had vouchsafed a different perspective: Cornwall and their shared childhood vanished in a sea mist. Instead there was a thrilling round of parties, balls, picnics, assemblies and, at the end of it, Joshua. No, she couldn’t marry Richard. She was too young and too passionate and friendship was not enough.
‘Miss Tallis, please accept my sincerest apologies for arriving so late.’
A well-dressed man in a puce tailcoat and fawn pantaloons stood before her. He took her shapely hand in his, kissing it with elaborate courtesy, and bowed politely to Lady Tallis, who had broken off her conversation with a chance-met companion just long enough to smile benignly at the man she hoped would become her son-in-law.
