The Devil's Delilah (Regency Nobleman, Book 2)
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"**“One of the finest and most delightful writers in romance.” –*Mary Jo Putney***
**The classic traditional Regency from *New York Times* bestselling author, Loretta Chase, is back…**
What’s a girl to do, when her father, known as Devil Desmond, is one of the most infamous rogues in all of England? Delilah Desmond is not happy. To provide for her, her father has sold his memoirs, filled with scandalous and embarrassing exploits—effectively ruining her chances for a suitable marriage, so she can support her family while saving her father from disgrace.
But it seems the manuscript is in demand by all sorts of unscrupulous persons, and preventing its publication is going to be impossible; especially now that it has been stolen. Can the hot-tempered Delilah and her very unwilling accomplice, absent-minded, bookish, Jack Langdon with his soft grey eyes and tousled hair, salvage the disaster? It appears that deceptively quiet Jack may have a core of steel—and be the one man smart and strong enough to be the hero she’d been hoping for all along.
wanted to ride today and I particularly want my own horse,” said Mr. Desmond in aggrieved tones. “Apollyon and I are accustomed to each other. We are quite intimate. I got him from Wemberton two days ago in trade for an ill-natured grey.” “Indeed, sir,” said Jack, practically hopping with impatience. “So will you not borrow a mount and get my horse back for me? Her ladyship’s stable is nearer to hand,” the Devil added, “and I am in rather a hurry.” No horse can sustain a gallop forever,
here—for her parents’ sake? Had she not told him once that her father’s skill at cards was their only source of income? What had she said? Something about her parents not getting any younger. Was her cold-blooded resolve to marry well solely determination to provide for them? That his arguments were disappointingly weak soon became apparent. “For heaven’s sake, Mr. Langdon, you do sound as if you take his side,” she exclaimed in exasperation. “Must you men always stick together, ranting about
sufficient strength to make a mad rush at the door. Unfortunately, his hat chose just this moment to fall over his eyes and become entangled with the shawl, which prevented his seeing the obstacle in his path. The obstacle was a gentleman who was at that moment hurrying out of the shop. The resulting collision threw Mr. Atkins back upon the doorstep. As he frantically pushed the scarf and hat away from his eyes, Mr. Atkins discerned with no small alarm that the man in his way was Mr. Langdon.
highwayman might shoot Tony—not to mention her. Her reticule was now far put of reach, and she could hardly expect to overcome their assailant by throwing the manuscript at him—even if she could get to it without attracting his attention. She wracked her brains for some comparable experience of her father’s to guide her. But Papa would never have been so careless. Gad, how could Lord Berne have been so foolish as to continue travelling after dark? Why was he not armed? Why had he not suggested
this speech. “I beg your pardon, sir. Are you giving me your permission?” he asked, astonished. “I have no choice. I am so overcome by your audacity that I have not the strength of mind to resist you.” “But you hate me,” said Lord Berne. “My dear young man, you are scarcely worthy of so much energy. I do, however, pity you, for a number of reasons—your obsession with Delilah being not the least of these. Whether she accepts you or not, she will make you thoroughly wretched, and there is some