London, England.
August, 1832
IT HAS BEEN exactly one year since the Earl of Tonfield left his wife at the foot of Blakewood Manor. One might think the time spent apart might have softened his stance on the whole event, but no. There was still some lingering resentment. During that time, the earl had focused on his estate, stables, and all other things, deliberately putting his wife aside. Out of sight, out of mind, and he had been successful until now.
Cole Fletcher grabbed his quizzing glass from his drawer and held it over the paper before him. The lights from the candles emitting a low brilliant glow on the ink-stained paper. Against his better judgement, he felt himself smile, as his eyes came to rest on the outrageous price scribbled neatly on the top to bottom of the bill. Cole traced the sum with his finger and laughed out loud. A smile stealing the curve of his lips to one side.
Leicestershire, England.1832.THE EAST WING drawing room at Tonfield hall was filled with fifteen house guests with more expected to arrive as the day goes by, delayed by either one thing or the other. Emily looked around the clusters of people, the one's standing by the door, the one's seated near the window, on a couch with a gilded scroll end, and the one's trying their hand at a game and smiled.There was a reason she had picked every single one of these guests and sent out an invitation to them. Alexander St. Clair, Earl of Romley was a lover of horses, and if his insistent questions do not bother Cole, then she doesn't know what will. Robert Parsons, Marquess of Bewford was chosen because he had twin sisters. If there was ever any form of mischievousness, she expects it would be those two to start it.Duncan Blackmore, The Marquess of Penslow because he had been pesteri
THE DINING ROOM at Tonfield hall, like every other thing in the house, reflected wealth and elegance. A testament to the fact the earl was worth forty-five thousand pounds a year. The room which was draped in red velvet, marble, and gold was illuminated by a chandelier, hanging over their heads like a blanket of light, creating a soft warm glow on the dining table and all other places forgotten by the candelabra.Cutleries clinked and clanged on simple ceramics as quiet conversions filled the room. The guests helping themselves to different assorted foods placed in front of them and those that weren't within reach were passed around by the footmen. However, sitting at the foot of the long table was lord Tonfield. His long slim fingers holding a pair of silverware in a death grip, wishing it was someone's wrist. Rows of even white teeth clenched tightly behind pursed lips.The Earl was beyond angry, and he knew that. With the way things were progressing, he wasn't even
COLE CURSED FURIOUSLY under his breath, turned, and marched towards Emily at a pace that almost made her drop her comb and bolt from her chair. Instead, she made herself sit there calmly and await him. The occasional quiver of her hand as she brushed her hair her only sign of agitation.In two or three quick strides Cole got to her side and before she knew it he grabbed hold of her chair and roughly turned her around in it. The screeching sound on the hard floor was the only form of protest as a surprised Emily could barely comprehend what was going on, let alone utter a single word. Cole snatched her comb from her hand and hurled it across the room before he leaned ever so slightly, holding her prisoner in her own chair.The poor comb crashed carelessly somewhere across the room before everything quietened down. Only then did Emily notice her own erratic breathing or the fact that there was no escape.“Just- what -do you think you are doing in my chamber?” Cole sn
COLE AWOKE TO A BLINDING light and a soft sheet beneath him. With a groan, he rolled to the side to avoid the offending sun. Gently he pried his eyes open, but found himself in his room rather than his study where he had fallen asleep last night. Confused how he got there in the first place Cole sits up and was confronted with the strangest thing ever.As a young boy who had loved his room. Cole had gladly maintained it when he grew up and became an adult and would like to think he would recognize it anytime, anywhere. However, looking at the decor before him Cole felt like he had just stepped into another room.In pale blue paint and floral patterns of dark blue, orange, and brown, the room outrageously feminine. Not a room he would have dreamed of finding himself in.With a curse, Cole swung off the bed and ran a hand over his thick black mane. What the hell was this? Had the servants made a mistake in placing hi
“Gentlemen, what say you to this, she asked with an expectant smile on her face.Emily had returned and was now standing in front of the guest with her hands planted akimbo. She turned and gave her husband one last look. Emerald green eyes met stormy ones and instantly her lips twitched to the side. Almost as if she was proud of herself. At that moment a bittered Cole who had been observing everything with quiet displeasure had the sinking feeling that had his wife been in a possession of a hand fan, she would have gladly been laughing behind it. An observation he wasn't keen on making.His mouth ached from clenching his jaw and as Cole watched. Several men offered a polite excuse and started towards him. Their decisions obvious. His dark brows furrowed and Cole looked away, but not before he saw George Bertram with his black sleeked back hair and a big grin on his face leading the line.The man was enjoying
COOL HAZEL EYES summed up the situation up ahead. From where he stood and watched, the duchess of Hanton tactically dissuades her mother from joining the men.Seeing there was nothing else to be done. Cole swirled around and headed towards the stable, the gentlemen falling in place behind him.Soon thereafter, a pattern was easily established. With Cole several feet away from the men, not too far as they cannot make out his form in the distance and not too near that, he was directly in front of them.With the men behind him, Cole had only his thoughts as a companion and it wasn't anything pleasant. For one, he kept thinking of how Sebastian had ruined his plans and then the matter of his wife, she was too much for him to handle. If he hadn't thought before, now he did. Her present actions bore oh so testament to that. He had to admit the truth if not to anybody, then at least to himself. And he hated that he had to
“Bullocks! I say this is a pretty darn place you have here, lord Tonfield. It's a wonder you don't invite anyone about, Tiverton said as soon as he swung down his horse.“Fishing for another invitation, Tiverton?”“I thought you would never ask.”Cole almost smiled. Instead, he collected the box of the pistol from his footman placed it on top of his horse, and laid it open.So far, his greatest fear since his wife announced this unexpected expedition had not happened. He had thought the men would be a nuisance, a thorn in his side. But so far they had conducted themselves with dignity. Now that he thought of it, his anger had steamed from discovering what Emily had done to his chambers and then that matter of taking the decision from his hand by proposing the shooting game. Perhaps he had been too quick to leap to a conclusion.Lifting the silver pistol, Cole tasted the weight in his hand, turned an
As Cole stepped forward to peer at the target, he discovered he wasn't the only one who wanted to have a look at it. And the deuced man who shot the damn thing didn't even try to look. That irritated Cole. The idea that the man was nonchalant enough to feign disinterest. His actions bore all too testament of pride. Cole's lips compressed into a tight line.The footman brought the bull's eye handing over to Cole. Several heads joined in at once. Two bullets had hit straight in the centre and the remaining one. Judging from the hole, was at least half into the white. Cole swallowed and looked to Sebastian. But his friend gave him 'I told you look' and silently dismissed him from his sight.Cole gritted his teeth and looked away. He dare not look at Lucas.The aftermath of Lucas's shot still left a lingering smell of gunpowder in the air, ruining the fresh air Cole had so admired earlier.“Hell's bell. That
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Hoping to right his wrongs, Cole swung on top of his horse and reared the animal left, cursing himself for teaching her how to ride astride. He couldn't see her back, Emily had gained a measurable distance ahead of him and seems intent on keeping it. As he urged his stallion faster and faster, Cole looked around him, deciding which way to follow as it was clear he wouldn't meet up with her if they followed the same path.He will have to get to her in another way. If he continued in this path, he would lose sight of her.Swinging his horse around, Cole took another route. A shorter one. This time barely seeing the trees as he passed them in a flash. Looking ahead with firm determination.Several minutes later he appeared a good distance away from Tonfield hall and saw her fleeting form dart into the house. A flash of her yellow gown and that was all. Cole increased his pace, urging his bay stallion into a wicked gallop that soon brought him a stone t
Emily woke up the next morning with a little flutter in her stomach as she remembered the events of last night and how her husband had been so gentle with her, holding her in such a way that had cleared all her doubts, and had her believing he must have some deep feelings for her.At the point, she had wanted nothing more than to scream out she loved him, but at the last minute held herself back because she wanted it to be a surprise. She wanted it to be the first thing she would say to him in the morning, but as she turned to the side of the bed to do as she had planned in her mind, she discovered he was gone.Though aware he was going to Derbyshire, she still felt a trifle hurt he hadn't woken her up to tell her he was leaving. But as her eyes skidded to the vanity table, and she saw the single rose. Though no note was attached to it, it spoke volumes to her. He was trying to say something to her without words Just like that day he had given her a rose af
At their departure, Cole turned properly to his wife and held her chin, lifting her face. “What's all this about? Tell me, Emily,” he murmured and then held his breath, waiting, hoping she would say something, anything that she didn't want him to go. Or she would miss him, but he should have known not to expect much because she only shook her head and held the label of his coat tighter sniffling. Cole sighed.“Emily,” he murmured, his voice gentle and soft, trying to prompt her into talking to him, but to his surprise, she raised her head and looked up at him through shiny emerald eyes.“Don't ask,” She swiped her nose. “At least not today, please.” Her lower lips trembled, and she hugged his body, burying her head on his chest. “I just want you to hold me.”Cole was lost for words. He looked down at Emily and felt his heart tug. He knew she was still troubled about something and would want nothing more than to know what it was at l
Present Day.“Come, milady, we must get you ready in time.”Still hovering near the hearth where the maids had left her, Emily stared at the two chambermaids who had come to help her with her bath at the request of her husband and wondered why he would even bother. She hasn't had a lady's maid in a long while and had been bathing on her own, and he knew that. So why send up chambermaids to aid her. Why now?Lowering her lashes Emily affected a small smile and followed them to the tub, letting them fuss over her dispensing with her items.“Did he say why he — er — sent you people,” She mumbled as she lowered herself in the hot tub, sighing briefly as she felt the hot caress of the water.One maid went for her back, taking a cloth to wipe it clean while the other fussed with her hair.“He didn't say milady though I heard he went into town and ...” The girl trailed off and
It had been there before, this feeling, but she hadn't been able to see it like this. But now that she knew it was, it was as though with every passing moment it came knocking on her door, overpowering her. She felt this ridiculous need to blurt out her love for him. To say she loved him and hear the same from him, even when she knew that was impossible.Her husband might have taken her into his confidence, but there was nothing about the man that screamed his love. Sure, he was gentle and careful with her. He loved her company greatly, but did he love her? Will he ever love her? No, he must! He has to. Emily bit her lips, stopping the trembling in time.“Emily?”She raised her face, almost widening her eyes as she remembered he could still see her face as his eyes were yet to be tied. She lowered her face almost immediately. Her heart beating.“What's wrong?” The words floated in the air between them, concern
At once, he wrapped his hand around her, gently lifting her off the ground until her feet were dangling from his body and one arm came crushing her to his hard masculine body as he let her feet touch to the ground againAngling his head for a better kiss he kissed her thoroughly in a way that made Emily's breath catch in her throat, and she forgot everything and everyone except this man and what he was doing to her, the wonderful flutter in her stomach threatening to explode.Their harsh breath was out in the air. His hand moving over her body in a very accustomed way. Moving past the small of her back in a frenzied manner to her buttocks when it reached the back of her thigh, he hoisted her into his arms and dropped a kiss in the corner of her mouth. Moaning.Still not releasing her lips, he blindly fumbled his way around, revelling in the glory of her lips.Walking a little more in that state he lifted his h
The following weeks that camewerespent beautifully. From riding early in the morning to spending time in the garden and playing billiard of which Emily always won. She suspected Cole had something to do with it. He was awfully losing a lot. Pushing the wrong balls. It had to be that or nothing else.Meanwhile, Coleon the other handwas irrevocably and utterly happy. Never had he felt anything like this before. He was enjoying her company immensely. And at one point had told his workmen to take a day or two off, and that was after he had already asked them not to work in
IMMEDIATELY Cole left, Emily shot out of the bed and wore her night rail. She bit her lips and stared at the bed where they had made love last night. Blushed as she remembered how she had writhed under Cole, demanding him in every way possible. She remembered something else too as she moved closer to the bed. What he had said last night and even this morning. “You are mine.” Emily mouthed, savouring the words. Her brows furrowed as she wondered what it meant.Dare she hope?Climbing back to the bed, Emily wondered why she was embarrassed when she was getting everything she ever wanted. She didn't mind seeing Cole naked. No, she didn't think she minded seeing that broad chest, that well-toned stomach which flexed as he took in a deep breath and those powerful muscular thighs. No, she didn't think she minded. Her problem was with herself. How she couldn't keep her eyes away from him. Emily had a mind to tell him to take her again that morning bu