A Double Deception (Regency Duo, Book 2)
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"One betrayal should have been enough …
Enchantingly lovely Laura Dalwood was little more than a girl when she was given in marriage to a man whose glittering wealth concealed a dark secret revealed to her only on her wedding night.
Now her husband’s death had freed her from that odious union – and Laura vowed never to make so grievous an error again.
But how could she reject the handsome and brilliant Mark Cheny, Earl of Dartmouth, when his proposal was one that no young woman of sense or sensibility could rightly decline?
And what could she do when, as his bride, he carried her over the threshold to allow her to discover just how much she could love a man – and then, to her distress, just how much could she fear him …
Joan Wolf is a USA TODAY bestselling author, whose acclaimed Regency romances have earned her national recognition as a master of the genre. Her many historical and contemporary romances have been highly praised by reviewers and authors alike. Publisher's Weekly reviewed one of her novels as ""historical fiction at its finest."" Joan was born in New York City but has lived most of her life in Connecticut with her husband, two children and numerous pets. An avid rider and horse owner, she enjoys featuring horses in her novels.
suppose.” “London is worse,” Lady Monksleigh said simply. “But tell me, what happened?” “I was leaning against the stone parapet on one of the tower balconies and it gave way. I almost fell after it into the courtyard, but luckily my cloak got caught. Mark pulled me to safety.” Laura put down her teacup. “It was frightful, Louisa, and I’d really rather not talk about it.” “My dear, how dreadful. I don’t blame you at all. I should have been simply hysterical.” There was a moment’s silence and
accident? About the phaeton, I mean?” “The phaeton?” Laura looked around at the five faces seated at her table. “What do you mean, Louisa? The wheel came off the phaeton. That’s how I was thrown.” There was another silence, and this time Laura registered its strangeness. She put down her fork. “What do you mean?” she asked Lady Monksleigh directly. That lady hesitated and then looked at her husband. “The wheel shaft on the phaeton was sawed through, Lady Dartmouth,” he said heavily. “I spoke
sinking boat. “Evans, thank God!” Laura grabbed his arm. “Can you swim?” “No, my lady, I can’t.” The man’s voice was as anguished as Giles’s had been. “I’ll run for his lordship.” “Laurie!” screamed Robin. The boat was far down in the water now. “What’s going on here?” said a deep, familiar voice, and Mark was beside them. He took one look and sat down on the grass. “Evans, help me with these boots,” he said tersely. Evans dragged the boots off, and Mark stood up, shrugging out of his coat.
replied bleakly. “She left me to find out for myself. She was hoping, I think, that I wouldn’t notice. Well, of course I got all indignant and accused her and she cried and we had a thoroughly unpleasant scene. It was not,” he said with masterly understatement, “an ideal way to begin a marriage.” “No,” Laura murmured sympathetically, “I can see that.” “We had gone to Cheney Manor, the estate in Derby, for our honeymoon. We stayed for two very uncomfortable weeks. I behaved badly —I admit it.
that.” Mark began to laugh. “Only Jane,” he said. “I’ll wager she was perfectly serious, too.” “She was. She made me feel as if I were a poor-spirited little dab of a thing.” He hugged her to his side. “Not poor-spirited,” he said, “but certainly too tenderhearted to ever dream of hurting anyone, even your worst enemy.” He stopped laughing and looked down into her lovely, smoky eyes. “I’ll wager even further that you’re sorry for Giles.” A faint, rueful smile touched her mouth. “I am,” she