Marrying Captain Jack. Anne Herries
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Название: Marrying Captain Jack

Автор: Anne Herries

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Историческая литература

Серия: Mills & Boon Historical

isbn: 9781408933312

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      Tall, dark and handsome, Reynold de Burgh is nonetheless wary of the opposite sex—until he meets beautiful, young Sabina Sexton! That innocent Sabina fearfully begs his help to fight the “beast” terrorizing her village only makes the brooding knight more desirous of her.

      The last bachelor of the de Burgh dynasty is single no longer!

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      Her only temptation!

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Prologue

      David Middleton walked into his club, glancing round at the company gathered there for an evening of cards and pleasure. Seeing a gentleman he disliked, he hesitated, wondering whether to leave. Sir Frederick Collingwood came from a good family, but he was an unprincipled rogue who would be banned from decent society if David had his way. The man needed to be taught a severe lesson if the rumours were true. However, there was little he could do about it while Collingwood continued to be accepted by others.

      ‘Middleton! Come and join us,’ a man called, attracting his attention.

      David Middleton frowned. Sir Henry James was a friend. He had won two thousand guineas from him a few days previously and could hardly ignore his invitation, for he must give him a chance to recoup. It meant that he would have to sit down with Collingwood, which he would have preferred not to do, but in the circumstances he had no choice but to accept. He walked towards the small group of gentlemen seated at the table. He would play a few hands and then make some excuse to leave.

      Reaching the others, he pulled out a chair and sat down. Collingwood nodded and began dealing the cards, someone mentioned the stakes of a hundred guineas a hand. David reached for his cards.

      ‘You wear an unusual ring, Middleton,’ Collingwood said. ‘You would not care to hazard it against the cards?’

      ‘No, I should not. It was a gift…’ Despite himself, he could not keep the emotion from his voice, and, looking up, saw that Collingwood’s eyes were upon him, intent, mocking—as if he had already known.

      ‘From a lady, I dare say?’

      ‘That is my business.’

      ‘So she is married,’ Collingwood sneered. ‘I dare say one might hazard a guess…’

      ‘Damn you, sir! I will hear no more of this.’ David pushed back his chair, on the point of leaving.

      ‘Sit down, Middleton,’ Sir Henry said. ‘You can’t leave now, the cards are dealt. Collingwood meant nothing. It was merely a jest.’

      For a moment David glanced across the table, meeting Collingwood’s eyes. Some inner instinct warned him to get up and walk away immediately, but his friend was speaking again, telling him that he was glad of the chance to recoup his losses, and David knew it was too late. He must play, even though a sixth sense was warning him that he had been drawn into the spider’s web.

      Chapter One

      Jack Harcourt, sometimes known as Captain Manton and various other aliases, lately of His Majesty’s Dragoons, secret agent and aide to Wellington for some years, sat in the library of his London house, staring moodily into the empty wine glass in front of him. Had life no more to offer than this? A full bottle that was there for the drinking, and an inner emptiness that would be eased only by refilling the glass and swallowing its contents again and again, until he could no longer feel the pain.

      As Captain Manton, Jack had helped to defeat Napoleon Bonaparte; he had battled against spies and enemies of the state, but this bitterness, the bleakness that had come upon him of late, was harder to fight. He was a peer of the realm, wealthy enough for his needs, an attractive man in the best of health—but he had tasted wormwood too often and, at this moment, he wished that he had died on the bloody battlefields at Waterloo. Instead of that, he had been heaped with praise and honours, received by the Regent privately, and told that he was the backbone of England, a man the prince was proud to shake by the hand—but nothing had eased the deep grief that lived within.

      ‘Why was I not here when you needed me, David?’ he spoke the words aloud. ‘Why did I not hear as you lay in a ditch, bleeding of a fatal wound, alone and friendless?’

      In life a man might count his true friends on the fingers of one hand. Jack had other friends, men he valued, but there was a special reason why David Middleton’s death had affected him so deeply. It was a cruel fate that had led to his friend dying at the roadside, a victim of a highwayman, robbed of the personal possessions he valued most. Jack could not put the picture from his mind, for it haunted him day and night, and he seemed to hear David’s voice calling out for justice. But it had happened some months ago, when Jack was in France fighting for his country, and he had known nothing until his return. At the moment he had no leads, nothing to help him discover the truth. The frustration of being so helpless, together with the knowledge of the pain David’s death had brought to another, had left him feeling deeply at odds with himself. His hand was reaching for the wine decanter when a knock at the door halted him.

      ‘Come!’ he barked and the door opened to admit his butler.

      ‘I am sorry to disturb you, my lord, but there is a letter.’

      ‘At this hour?’ Jack’s brows rose. ‘Who brought it?’

      ‘I am not sure, my lord. It was given to the maid Rose, as she went into the street to buy some eggs from the dairymaid.’

      ‘Very well, you may leave it, Henshaw.’ Jack dismissed it with a flick of his hand. ‘I may read it later…’

      ‘Rose was told it was urgent, sir.’

      ‘Was she, indeed?’ Jack picked up the note, which was sealed with wax but did not bear the signet of any man. He was frowning as he broke the wax and unfolded the paper, reading what was written there. ‘Good grief!’ he shouted and jumped up, striding over to the window to look out. However, the street was ill lit and he could not see beyond the pool of light outside his house. He turned to look at his butler, who still hesitated by the door. ‘Fetch Rose to me. I would hear more of this messenger.’

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