His Scandalous Kiss: Secrets at Thorncliff Manor: 6
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“The same organization that Stonegate and I were recently trying to uncover,” Chloe muttered.
Frowning, Richard looked to Spencer and then to Stonegate. “I was not aware.”
For the next half hour, Chloe and Stonegate took turns informing Richard and Mary of the events that had taken place only two weeks earlier. “Hainsworth’s betrayal has been difficult to accept,” Stonegate said in reference to the man who’d raised him, “but at least there is some comfort to be had in knowing that The Electors have finally been brought to justice.”
“What astounds me,” Lady Duncaster said, “is the amount of control The Electors seem to have wielded and this new discovery that my father-in-law was waging a covert war against them. I have seen the villa that Heartly and his wife have found. It is unfathomable to think that it has not been discovered sooner. However . . .” She looked to each of them in turn. “The information the villa provides will hopefully enable us to put together the pieces of a puzzle that we have all been hoping to unravel for some time.”
“A few weeks ago,” Spencer said, “Sarah and I found an earring in one of the tunnels. Lady Duncaster insists that it belonged to the Duchess of Marveille, offering further proof that the box of heirlooms our grandmother was meant to receive did indeed arrive here. With your recent findings in mind, Heartly, I would suggest that we start conducting a more thorough search.”
The door to the salon swung open at that moment, revealing a rather befuddled looking Earl of Montsmouth. “I . . . ah . . . forgive me for intruding. I was not aware that the room was occupied.” Stepping back, he shut the door as quickly as he had opened it, his arrival and departure so hasty that it was as if he’d never been there at all.
“That was odd,” Sarah commented after a moment of silence.
“I have always found him to be a bit of a strange fellow,” Spencer said. “Pleasant enough, but definitely one of my more peculiar acquaintances.”
“Regarding the box,” Chloe said, bringing everyone’s attention back to the subject at hand, “I would like to try and find it before we leave Thorncliff.”
“Agreed,” Richard stated. “As long as Lady Duncaster approves, that is.”
Lady Duncaster gave an elaborate shrug. “None of you seemed to require my permission before when you decided to go sneaking around secret passageways, looking through the attic or going through my late husband’s and father-in-law’s personal belongings.” She held up a hand, silencing their attempts to explain. “The point is that I will allow you to continue your quest on one condition—that you also do your best to find out who the fourth member of The Cardinals was and how my father-in-law and your grandfather died.”
“We know that their ship capsized,” Spencer said.
Lady Duncaster shook her head. “A mere detail, I can assure you.” When nobody spoke, she added, “With Mr. and Mrs. Heartly’s recent discoveries in mind, I suspect that the shipwreck was not an accident at all, but that my father-in-law and your grandfather were both murdered.”
Although she knew that Richard had suspected this too, Mary couldn’t help but notice how rigid he’d gone when Lady Duncaster had made this final pronouncement. Reaching for his hand, she leaned slightly closer to him and whispered, “We will figure this out together.”
He relaxed with a deep exhalation. “We will certainly try.”
Glancing up, she caught the sparkle in his eyes and instinctively squeezed his hand. “Sounds like another adventure.”
The edge of his mouth twitched. “Perhaps this time there will be a ghost at the bottom of a pit.”
She shuddered at the thought of it even as she smiled. “Will you rescue me if there is?”
“Of course,” he murmured, his gaze holding hers as the rest of the world shrank away. “I will always do so, Mary, my angel of the night.”
Epilogue
London, 1821
Seated on a plush velvet seat in the Oakland box at the King’s Theatre, Mary stared down at the stage on which she’d stood so many times before. It almost seemed like a distant memory now with all that had happened since her last performance. Leaning back, she turned toward her husband, his expression somewhat anxious as he gazed out over the crowd. “Don’t be nervous,” she whispered as she reached for his hand and laced her fingers through his. “There is no reason for it.”
He nodded tightly, paused for a second, and then dipped his head toward hers. “Muzio Clementi is here.” Jerking his chin a little, he indicated the spot where the Italian composer was seated.
“I would consider that a compliment if I were you,” she said, raising her opera glasses for a closer look.
“He has played with Mozart,” Richard stated. “Indeed, it is a well-known fact that Mozart borrowed Clementi’s B-flat major sonata for the overture of The Magic Flute!”
Slanting a look in Richard’s direction, Mary couldn’t help but smile. “From what I hear, Mozart was not the least bit impressed by Clementi.” She brushed her thumb against the top of his hand in an effort to reassure him. “You are ready for this, Richard. The pieces you have written are absolutely marvelous, and if Clementi fails to realize this, then I daresay there must be something wrong with his hearing.”
He laughed at that. “In truth, the only opinion that matters to me is yours.”
“And I adore your music,” she said. “So does Katharine, by the way. Your playing never fails to soothe her.”
He smiled lovingly at the mention of his daughter’s name. “Perhaps we should start considering a brother for her.” His hand closed warmly around Mary’s, the look in his eyes more mischievous than before.
She couldn’t help the blush that followed or the jittery feeling in the pit of her belly as she gazed back up at him. The effect he had on her was really quite scandalous. If only they didn’t have to wait three full hours until they could be alone again.
Beneath them, the orchestra finally started to play, notes swirling through the air until they soared high above them, dancing beneath the ceiling. A woman appeared on the stage, her voice accompanying the song just as Mary’s had done so many times before.
“She is very good,” Mary whispered, aware of the audience’s rapt attention. It filled her heart with pride and happiness, because experience told her that this was going to be one of those performances that people would speak of for years after—Mr. Heartly’s first showing of The Masquerade.
“Perhaps,” he murmured with a shrug. “But she is not you, and in my eyes, nobody else can possibly compare.”
“You spoil me with your flattery.” She spoke with laughter in her voice.
Raising her hand to his lips he placed a tender kiss upon her knuckles. “Would you rather I stop doing so?”
“Only if you wish to divest me of my vanity.”
His eyes darkened a fraction. “I can think of a number of things that I would like to divest you of, my lady, but your vanity is not one of them.” His voice was low, rippling through her and heightening her awareness. “No one is more modest than you, Mary. You are perfection in every conceivable way.”
“As are you,” she whispered back, “which makes us very fortunate indeed to have found one another. Can you imagine the alternative?”
Chuckling lightly, he shook his head. “Indeed I cannot.”
Neither could Mary. The way in which they had met and the events that had happened since, seemed to have been orchestrated with the sole purpose of leading them both to this exact moment in time. It was miraculous, in a way, given the odds initially stacked against them.
With her hand placed comfortably in her husband’s, Mary closed her eyes and allowed the music to guide her back to Thorncliff, to the night of the masquerade and to when they’d first met. He’d been a stranger then, asking to share her company. Now, little more than a year later, he had become the most constant part of her life—the father of her child and the only man she would ever love, until her dying day.
Author’s Note
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br /> I’m always surprised by some of the incredible information that I come across during the course of writing a book. When I began work on this one, I knew that I wanted my heroine to be a covert opera singer, but in order for the plot to work and for her to be able to support her brother financially, her income had to be substantial. So I began digging until I came across Angelica Catalani on whom I’ve based my heroine.
Unlike Mary, Angelica was not of noble birth but the daughter of a tradesman. She debuted at the opera in Venice at the age of sixteen—the beginning of a career that would span for almost thirty years and with a voice so full, powerful and clear that Angelica was capable of executing even the most difficult songs with a natural charm that has rarely been equaled since.
As her fame grew, Angelica traveled throughout Europe, oftentimes by royal request. She arrived in England in 1806 where she signed her first engagement with the King’s Theatre in Haymarket at a salary of £2,000 for her first season, equivalent to almost $178,000 today. Now, I know that Mary mentions much higher earnings (£5,000 per annum with a total profit of £16,700 after including additional revenue received from tours). These numbers are actually an accurate reflection of Angelica Catalani’s earnings for the year 1807, an astounding $1,483,893.89 today and an exorbitant sum for any single artist to receive during that period.
Other references to historical figures in the book include Mr. Taylor who managed the King’s Theatre from 1793 until 1821 and Mr. Thomas Young whom I took the liberty of including as Lady Foxworth’s potential love interest. He was an incredible scientist during the Regency period, a polyglot who established the wave theory of light and provided the translation of the Rosetta stone that made it possible to decipher the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. Additionally, he described the characteristics of elasticity, developed a formula for determining the drug dosage for children and has even been called the founder of physiological optics.
Personally, I’m fascinated by these real-life stories and simply love incorporating them into my books, not only because I want to share my findings with my readers, but also because I feel as though these factual tidbits help in the portrayal of the time period in which I’m writing.
I hope that you agree.
Acknowledgments
Writing is a continuous learning experience—a journey of the imagination—and because of this, there are moments when I find myself stumbling, overthinking an issue, or simply coming to a complete standstill. Thankfully, I work with an extraordinary group of people who always help me get back on my feet, point me in the right direction, or give me that extra push that I need. Each and every one of them deserves my deepest thanks and gratitude, because when all is said and done, a book isn’t the work of just one person, but of many.
I’d like to thank my wonderful editor, Erika Tsang and her assistant, Chelsey Emmelhainz, for being so incredibly helpful and easy to talk to—working with both of you is an absolute pleasure!
Together with the rest of the Avon team which includes (but is far from limited to) copyeditor, Nan Reinhardt, publicists, Katie Steinberg, Emily Homonoff, Caroline Perny, Pam Spengler-Jaffee and Jessie Edwards, and senior director of marketing, Shawn Nicholls, they have offered guidance and support whenever it was needed. My sincerest thanks to all of you for being so wonderful!
Another person who must be acknowledged for his talent is artist James Griffin, who has created the stunning cover for this book, capturing not only the feel of the story but also the way in which I envisioned the characters looking—you’ve done such a beautiful job!
To my fabulous beta readers, Dee Foster, Kathy Nye, Doris Henderson, Cerian Halford and Marla Golladay, whose insight has been tremendously helpful in strengthening the story, thank you so much!
I would also like to thank Nancy Mayer for her assistance. Whenever I was faced with a question regarding the Regency era that I couldn’t answer on my own, I turned to Nancy for advice. Her help has been invaluable.
My family and friends deserve my thanks as well, especially for reminding me to take a break occasionally, to step away from the computer and just unwind—I would be lost without you.
And to you, dear reader—thank you so much for taking the time to read this story. Your support is, as always, hugely appreciated!
About the Author
Born in Denmark, SOPHIE BARNES spent her youth traveling with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish, English, French, Spanish, and Romanian. But, most impressive of all, she’s been married to the same man three times—in three different countries and in three different dresses. When she’s not busy dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.
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His Scandalous Kiss
The Earl’s Complete Surrender
Lady Sarah’s Sinful Desires
The Danger in Tempting an Earl
The Scandal in Kissing an Heir
The Trouble with Being a Duke
The Secret Life of Lady Lucinda
There’s Something About Lady Mary
Lady Alexandra’s Excellent Adventure
How Miss Rutherford Got Her Groove Back
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