by Stacy Reid
He scowled.
“Though they are delightful ones,” she added hurriedly with an impish grin. “But truly, how did this happen?”
“As I understand it, it was announced in the papers by Miss Kitty Danvers. I do admit, I have yet to meet this lady.”
The import of his words reached his sister, and she straightened. “Oh dear. I wonder what circumstances would embolden someone to announce such a falsehood? Are you considerably angry?”
Letting his finger trail over the cold marble statue of Hera, Alexander moved with his jerky gait over to the wall of windows overlooking the palatial lawns and gardens of his estate. “I’m…surprisingly not angry,” he murmured, testing the emotions behind the words.
What he was was curious.
The moon struggled to appear, the clouds covering it like a thin veil. It was then he felt the press of silence. It swarmed through him and burrowed beneath his skin. An almost overpowering restlessness came over Alexander.
Who are you, Miss Kitty Danvers?
Intemperate and reckless, that much he knew. There would be no other reason to summon a beast into her life. Why would anyone say they were engaged to him? What charade was she playing—and why?
He was no longer society’s brightest diamond, the mad, bad, and most elusive catch all the beauties had yearned for. He’d become their scarred, reclusive monster. He remained an influential voice in British politics through his pen. No woman wanted him, and he desired none, for his cock was an empty husk that would never rise again. Yet somehow, he had himself a fiancée…one who was taking the ton by storm.
A rustle behind him indicated his sister had returned to the mound of scrolls on the floor. She was quite used to his lengthy introspections and always knew when to leave him be with his ruminations.
He was intrigued. The hovering loneliness with its jagged and sharp edges, which pierced him when he least expected it, flickered as if it sensed something different on the periphery of his soul and thoughts.
Instead of icy darkness settling over his emotions, instead of a muted fury of loss, instead of a sense of nothingness, a curious sort of anticipation blanketed his mind.
A couple of weeks later, another set of newspaper articles had been delivered to Alexander. Mr. Pryce had executed his commission exceptionally well.
Before Alexander, laid out in an organized sprawl on his oak desk, were five stacks of articles, all from various newspapers. The Morning Chronicle, Times, the Gazette, The Morning Herald, and a Lady Goodie’s Scandals and Secrets, a paper he was unfamiliar with but one that promised all the juicy gossip for those avid devourers of scandals.
They were just as silly as himself, it seemed, for they followed Miss Danvers’s outings relentlessly.
Alexander plucked up the sheet taken from The Morning Chronicle. It was an interview. Incredulous amusement filled him as his gaze devoured her brazen words.
The reporter: “Society has not seen the duke for a number of years. What can you tell us about that?”
Miss Danvers: “That the duke likes and values his privacy.”
Alexander tried to envisage the expression that could have possibly accompanied that sassy remark. An arched eyebrow, a sweetly deceptive curl of her lips?
The reporter: “Will the duke travel to town for this season?”
Miss Danvers: “Dear me, no. The duke much prefers the quiet comfort and fresh air of the countryside. But he does write me quite often. Such delightful letters.”
The reporter: “And where in the country does the duke reside?”
Alexander imagined that she had laughed before responding. Was it low and husky or bright and thrilling?
Miss Danvers: “Come now, Mr. Dawson, surely you do not expect me to own to it. My dearest Alexander surely would not forgive me. I must keep his confidence.”
Now Alexander imagined the reporter shifting closer, entirely charmed by the deceptive vixen.
The reporter: “And what does he write you?”
Miss Danvers: “Oh, the most charming letters and poems.”
Such breathtaking insolence. Had she blushed prettily when she told that lie? Or fluttered her lashes?
The reporter: “Does the duke send you more gifts?”
Miss Danvers: “Very charming and acceptable gifts between an engaged pair. Alexander spoils me endlessly with books of poetries and the most eloquent verses of his creation. He dotes on me and I, too, dote on him.”
The reporter: “Is your attachment a love match, then?”
Miss Danvers: “I do declare it to be so! He indulges me shamelessly.”
Impudent wench! He indulged her, did he? And not just the regular kind…but shamelessly.
The reporter: “Will the duke return to the House of Lords anytime soon? He’s a powerful voice of reason, his pen an instrument for change.”
Miss Danvers: “We do not discuss anything as droll as politics, Mr. Dawson. We speak on matters of the heart.”
Somehow, Alexander did not think her as vague as she implied. No, this woman was as cunning as they came.
With an impatient sigh, he moved on to the mention in the scandal sheets.
Lady Goodie has spied the most daring lady of the season walking to Hyde Park several times, her lady’s maid a few paces behind. Discreet inquiries indicate Miss Kitty Danvers is without a phaeton or a carriage of her own.
Whoever this Lady Goodie character was, she made it her duty to inform society in each of her weekly columns how lacking Miss Danvers was in appearance and gentility to become a duchess. Last week’s scandal sheet had mentioned how vibrantly Miss Danvers laughed, and that her riding boots had seen better days.
Why the charade, Miss Danvers? And how exactly does it benefit you? he silently mused. She hadn’t used her deception to gain anything for herself, beyond the town house his lawyer had insisted on securing for the lady. He felt an odd compulsion stirring inside him to understand this stranger’s drive and complexities.
Flipping the newssheet, he carefully read several mentions of her. While the other papers’ articles were done in admiring tones, Lady Goodie seemed of a mind to vilify Miss Danvers with biting, sarcastic remarks that poked at Miss Danvers truly being the fiancée of the Duke of Thornton.
Lady Goodie has it on the highest authority that the captivating and almost scandalous Miss Danvers was once again seen riding a horse astride in Hyde Park! Shocking, of course, and the last lady to titillate society in such an audacious manner was our darling Lady Caroline Lamb. This author wonders: What does the duke have to say about his fiancée’s outrageous and speculative manner?
Alexander picked up another paper, which referred to the same incident but defended her action as courageous and defying conventions of the biddies of the ton. In fact, this article thought the duke should be proud to have such an intrepid duchess-to-be.
It seemed one set of society was liable to believe the lying wretch, but the other half was wary and cutting. How was she maneuvering the dark and treacherous waters she’d willingly dived into?
With deft aplomb…or are you afraid, Miss Danvers?
His lips curled, and he reached for the inkwell and feather. Pulling a sheaf of paper from his top drawer, he started his composition. He was too enthralled by the unconventionality of Miss Danvers to ignore her any longer.
Dear Miss Danvers…
Alexander paused, assessing the impulse to write to her. And say what? Demand an explanation? Alert the bold vixen that he was aware of her scheme?
Blast his heart for being so perplexed, so intrigued by her subterfuge. She was a puzzle…and he liked puzzles for how they occupied the mind and allowed for the passage of time with some modicum of enjoyment.
Damnable nonsense to be so captivated by a female he knew to be a lying wretch.
His heart jerked and he blew out a slow, audible breath. Yet…he was enchanted. And she’d achieved this without Alexander ever meeting her.
Instead of sending her a letter, he
quickly scrawled:
Mr. Pryce,
You will see that Miss Danvers is fitted with a phaeton and a matching pair. You’ll arrange for the horses to be stabled and cared for. At no time must you make Miss Danvers aware that you and I have discussed her. You must convince her to take these items as befitting the fiancée of a duke. She must not be told that I had anything to do with the command.
The Duke of Thornton.
His letter would perplex the young lawyer, but Alexander knew he would obey him without questions. A quick knock on his study had him lowering the quill. The door was flung open with exuberance, and his sister fairly skipped into his sanctuary, a small pink bundle squished lovingly between her arms.
She’d found the pig. Even more surprising, the cook had left the animal for her. Clutched in her other arm was a newspaper.
“Dear brother, have you seen this one?” his sister cried out with a choked laugh. “I daresay I’ve won our wager. Our Miss Danvers is beautiful.”
A quick jerk of his heart, a primal slither of interest. In one of his earlier ruminations, he’d imagined Miss Danvers was unattractive and unmarriageable, and this ruse was a desperate bid to make herself more appealing to suitors. He’d dismissed that assumption almost immediately, but he’d still wagered with his sister that Miss Danvers was unattractive.
“Is she?” he murmured.
“Oh yes,” Penny gushed, her eyes dancing with merriment and admiration.
With a grunt, Alexander took the paper, which showed a cartoon drawing of a small-boned lady, a hat with several plumes of decorative feathers perched rakishly atop her head, a gloved hand pressing to her lips in apparent delight. And a man who was supposedly him, lowered to one knee, holding up a bouquet of flowers and what appeared to be letters spilling from every conceivable pocket, looking every inch a besotted fool.
Alexander blinked; then he chuckled.
His sister sucked in a harsh breath and he glanced up.
“You laugh,” she said with wonderment.
A peculiar jolt went through his heart. “Do not act as if the action is strange for me.”
“I dare not wish such genuine amusement, or is your fascination growing for this strange creature?”
“Perhaps I should not have shared the newspaper mentions.”
His sister rolled her eyes. “You did not take me into your confidence. I fettered the truth.”
He’d been so engrossed in reading about Miss Danvers last week, he hadn’t heard Penny creep up on him. A voice too close had simply drawled, “I never knew you read the scandal sheets, Alexander. And how curious you read only the sections that mention Miss Danvers. How I wish to know her.”
He’d swiveled to meet Penny’s broad, heartwarming grin. Then a wager of sorts had started between them.
Was she comely with blond hair and a buxom figure as he had preferred women in the past? Or was she plain with hardly any rousing attributes? Was Miss Danvers plump or petite? He’d said it was neither here nor there in his estimation; Penny had said a woman with such a large and bold personality must have the body and attitude to match.
His gaze lowered again to the small-boned woman in the garish cartoon.
Another wager had been: Was she blond or dark haired? He’d put up fair, Penny dark haired. The cartoon shed no light there.
When would she outrageously set a wedding date? Alexander had wagered never. Penny had said a December wedding.
“I just finished reading about the first time you met her,” Penny said, her eyes wide with amusement. “How I wish I could meet Miss Danvers! She must be so very brave and original. I wonder what outlandish tale we will read of next?”
Alexander grunted, trying to bury that flare of interest for a damnable stranger who was quite shameless and unorthodox in her manners.
“I am persuaded that when you have made her acquaintance, you shall love her!” Penny declared.
He smiled at his sister’s naïveté. Love? A notion he hadn’t thought or dreamed of in years. And for this unusual creature? Unlikely.
But why was he humoring her wild and improper antics? He could hardly find the answer. He had been reading all the mentions of her in the newspapers, his curiosity growing in leaps at her unchecked audacity. He could not help being intrigued by her daring. His haven of treasure and books that fed his intellect and entranced him so much could not push away the stark, raw loneliness of his existence. And this Miss Danvers served as a distraction from that disquieting awareness.
A part of him that had been dead and buried whispered through his soul. What would you do should I come for you, Miss Danvers? Retreat and hide? Or would you face me…challenge me…compel me?
And inexplicably, Alexander knew that before the season was over, he would find out.
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Acknowledgments
I thank God every day for my family, friends, and my writing. A special thank you to my husband. I love you so hard! Without your encouragement and steadfast support I would not be living my dream of being an author. You encourage me to dream and are always steadfast in your wonderful support. You read all my drafts, offer such amazing insight and encouragement. Thank you for designing my fabulous cover! Thank you for reminding me I am a warrior when I wanted to give up on so many things.
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About Stacy
Stacy Reid writes sensual Historical and Paranormal Romances and is the published author of over sixteen books. Her debut novella The Duke’s Shotgun Wedding was a 2015 HOLT Award of Merit recipient in the Romance Novella category, and her bestselling Wedded by Scandal series is recommended as Top picks at Night Owl Reviews, Fresh Fiction Reviews, and The Romance Reviews.
Stacy lives a lot in the worlds she creates and actively speaks to her characters (aloud). She has a warrior way “Never give up on dreams!” When she’s not writing, Stacy spends a copious amount of time binge-watching series like The Walking Dead, Homeland, Altered Carbon, watching Japanese Anime and playing video games with her love. She also has a weakness for ice cream and will have it as her main course.
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