The Secrets of the Heart
Dashing and elegant, Baron Christian St. Clair is the toast of the ton…and a man with a closely guarded secret. For his dazzling looks and celebrated charm mask his late-night escapades as the elusive Peacock, enemy of the rich and benefactor of the poor. Now Gabrielle Laurence, the destitute beauty who loathes St. Clair's rakish ways and power over her social standing, is close to discovering the truth.But can he convince her to trust a rogue–and take a chance on the passion that flares between them?
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KASEY MICHAELS
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KASEY MICHAELS
The Secrets of the Heart
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE: A SIMPLE VOLLEY
BOOK ONE:THE GAME BEGINS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
BOOK TWO:ADVANTAGE, PEACOCK
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
BOOK THREE:A MASTER STROKE
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EPILOGUE: WINNER TAKES ALL
PROLOGUE
A SIMPLE VOLLEY
I vow, I love the game, for this is the finest sport I have yet encountered. Hair-breadth escapes…the devil’s own risks! Tally ho—and away we go!
Baroness Orczy
Once more into the breach,
dear friends, once more!
William Shakespeare
JUST SHORTLY BEFORE TEN of the clock, Herbert Symington bade his host and hostess a pleasant good night and rather drunkenly tripped down the stairs toward the impressively designed if a tad overly ornate coach and four that was his latest acquisition and one of which he was enormously proud.
It was a grand time to be alive, Herbert Symington truly believed. An Englishman with his wits about him could make a tidy profit from the cheap labor filtering in to Little Pillington. Independent weavers put out of business by the big new mills had lost their livings and would work from before dawn to past dusk for a few shillings a week in order to feed their families.
“Take me home, coachie,” Symington commanded, giving a sweeping wave to his driver and a drunken kick to the groom, who didn’t move fast enough in lowering the steps to the coach to suit his master. “Lazy jackanapes, I ought to sack you,” he muttered under his liquor-sour breath, pulling himself into the coach and collapsing heavily against the velvet squabs as the coachman prematurely gave the horses their office to start.
“Stupid oafs, the lot of them,” Symington grumbled into his gravy-stained cravat as he adjusted his considerable girth more comfortably.
And then he blinked—twice, just to be certain—and peered inquiringly into the semidarkness. “Who’s there?” he asked, leaning forward to address the vague shape he believed he saw sitting cross-legged on the facing seat. “God’s eyebrows, am I in the wrong coach? That’ll teach me to steer clear of the daffy. Speak up, man—say something!”
The click and scrape of a small tinderbox answered him, followed by the sight of the growing, disembodied glow of the business end of a cheroot.
“Good evening, Herbert, you’re looking well,” a low, well-modulated voice answered him at last. “And how charitable of you to share your coach with me. Well sprung, I must say, and doubtless cost you a pretty penny. Enjoy yourself at the trough tonight?”
Symington swallowed down hard at the sudden lump of fear that had lodged in his throat. “What the devil? Who are you? Coachie!” he bellowed. “Stop at once!”
“Please, good sir, lower your voice,” the unknown intruder pleaded as the coach raced on through the night, bypassing the turn to the right that would have led to Symington’s house and rapidly leaving the dark streets of Little Pillington behind. “The confines of this coach preclude such full-throated volume. Besides, as your coachman and groom have seen fit to leave your employ and join mine—no loyalty in today’s topsy-turvy times, is there, Herbert?—I fear I must point out the fruitlessness of further protest. And, to be sporting, I should also advise you that I am armed, my pistol cocked and aimed directly at your ample stomach. Therefore, as any sudden movement might cause the nasty thing to go off, you most probably would be well advised to remain quietly in your seat.”
