The Handbook to Handling His Lordship (Scandalous Brides Series)
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THE HANDBOOK TO HANDLING HIS LORDSHIP
Emily Portsman has a secret, and three years ago she decided the best way to keep it would be to work at the Tantalus Club, a notorious gaming establishment for gentlemen. It's not the sort of work a beautiful, well-bred governess would ever consider-unless she's hiding from her past and a man who wants to destroy her present...
Nate Stokes, Earl of Westfall, is a supremely accomplished former spy more at home on London's seedy streets than in any glittery ballroom. His peers know him only as a bookish fellow who can find anything-or anyone. When the Marquis of Ebberling hires him to find a murderess, Nate's search leads him to the Tantalus Club and Emily Portsman. In a game where no one is who they seem and when every conversation is a deadly dance of trust and desire, the only thing Nate knows for sure is that once he gets Emily in his arms, he will never let go...
spare us all some mischief.” Glengask’s shoulders rose and fell. “And some grief.” Once Glengask returned to the chaos of the rest of the house, Lachlan finished his whisky. Over the years he thought he’d made it clear enough that he could never feel … romantic toward the bairn he’d had following him about like an eager puppy since she could toddle about on her own wee legs. He thought he’d danced on the edge quite well, really, rebuffing her girlish advances and at the same time keeping from
Lord Allister had sold his mother’s brooch or not, but she’d convinced herself that her entire family’s reputation rested on his silence. So be it. “Of course.” She handed the coins into his hand, briefly gripping his fingers as she did so. “Thank you, Lord Westfall.” Nate opened the coach’s door. “And thank you, Lady Allister.” Then he grimaced for effect. “Ah, my hat.” Reaching back, he retrieved the last bit of his disguise and descended to the ground. He stepped back as the coach rolled
pleasure so rarely mixed, in his experience. And if she meant to do him harm, well, it was a risk he was willing to take. He would have an answer for his investigation in that case—though if it came to a battle for survival the odds of her making it back into Lord Ebberling’s hands would be considerably diminished. Finishing off his glass of wine, Nathaniel stood and went to find Laurie. His brother would more than likely call him names again, but as he had just experienced the rarest of things,
simply to come and visit you two from time to time,” she said aloud. “Yes, why have you suddenly decided to venture out of doors?” Sophia asked. “Haybury’s note to Adam only said to come here tonight and be pleasant. Adam said he only complied because he wants a chance to win his horse back, but I think he was touched that Haybury thought of him when he wanted friends about.” Camille nodded. “Keating says the two of them have nearly patched things up between them, though he refuses to tell me
she realized she’d been holding her breath, and she forced air out of her lungs and back in again. “He’s masked as a lion, and Miss Danders as a peacock,” Nate informed her, though as far as she could tell, he’d never glanced in the marquis’s direction. “Not as pretty as my lion,” Greaves commented, his tone disdainful. “Social climber.” No one had ever spoken so dismissively of Ebberling in her hearing before, and it was surprisingly comforting. If he could be mocked, even jokingly, he could