The Danger of Desire

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An Unlikely Partnership and an Uncontrollable Desire. . .

Naval Captain Hugh McAlden is accustomed to taking on deadly, high-stakes assignments—and being rewarded handsomely for his success at them. But to accomplish his latest mission, he'll need someone more inconspicuous among his own ranks. Someone like the larcenous beauty who just relieved him of his pocket watch under his very nose. . .

Meggs Tanner's livelihood—as one of London's ...

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Overview

An Unlikely Partnership and an Uncontrollable Desire. . .

Naval Captain Hugh McAlden is accustomed to taking on deadly, high-stakes assignments—and being rewarded handsomely for his success at them. But to accomplish his latest mission, he'll need someone more inconspicuous among his own ranks. Someone like the larcenous beauty who just relieved him of his pocket watch under his very nose. . .

Meggs Tanner's livelihood—as one of London's stealthiest thieves—depends on her remaining un-tethered and unnoticed. But when she is caught by an icy-eyed Scottish officer with an unusual proposition, she sees a chance to escape her life of crime forever. Ever wary, she accepts the job even as she plots her exit strategy, ready to cut and run at a moment's notice.

But as Meggs and Hugh come nearer to the danger of their shared mission, thoughts of betrayal and distrust begin to dissolve. . .overshadowed by a passion worth any risk. . .

Praise for The Pursuit of Pleasure

"Intrigue, sensuality and romance collide." —Jenna Petersen

"Elegant, evocative, and absolutely dangerous to a good night's sleep." —Courtney Milan

"I couldn't put it down." —Anna Campbell

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Essex (A Sense of Sin) delivers an unexceptional erotic Georgian-era romantic thriller. Meggs and her young brother were abandoned in London as children and became pickpockets to survive. Remembering her upper-class former life, Meggs is determined to earn enough to return to the countryside. Naval captain Hugh McAlden wants to recover from an injury and return to his ship, but he can’t pass up a special assignment to find a traitor who’s been leaking information from the Admiralty. When he sees Meggs ply her trade, he hires her to be his spy and thief in the suspect’s household. Their supposedly purely professional relationship becomes a hesitant flirtation that should flame into passion, but Hugh’s candid attraction comes across as creepy given Meggs’s relative youth and naïveté. Stock situations are otherwise competently handled and the eventual (and consensual) sex is steamy, making this an ordinary but satisfying morsel. (Dec.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758251589
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 12/1/2011
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 1,008,834
  • Product dimensions: 5.58 (w) x 8.52 (h) x 1.02 (d)

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The Danger of Desire


By ELIZABETH ESSEX

BRAVA BOOKS

Copyright © 2011 Elizabeth Essex
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-5158-9


Chapter One

London, November 1799

Lord, but it was cold and raw as a St. Giles curse. Nothing kept out the aching damp. Meggs hugged her arms closer to her sides, tucked her bare fingers up in fists, and quickened her pace along the deserted sidewalk as she and her brother slipped their way through St. James's dripping streets toward the Strand, looking for a few more likely culls. But drunken lords had been thin on the ground this morning. The icy drizzle had been falling in fits and starts since dawn, and the sky remained an ominous, bone-cold gray.

She hated it. Hated it all—the insidious cold, the incessant rain, the petty larceny—but hunger had a way of sorting out priorities. There was thievery to be done.

"Tell me again." At her side, Timmy swiped at his cold nose with the back of his sleeve.

For her brother, Meggs pushed the bleak feeling of unease aside.

"We'll be rich, we will. And we'll live in a lovely house, a stout cottage, you and me, my lucky Tanner, just the two of us. Someplace warm, like Dorset."

She had no idea if Dorset really was a warm place. Perhaps she had heard it said once, or perhaps she had been told palm trees grew there. And even she knew palm trees grew only in warm places. But wherever it was they went, she was determined it be warm. They had been cold for far too long.

Almost forever. And today, when London's creeping, yellow fog was thick with ice, she felt as though it would be winter forever. Days like this, she despaired of ever being dry and warm again. Or full. Her stomach growled in empty resentment.

And so, in the face of such barren grayness, she lied. "We'll have a house with lots of fireplaces with warm cozy fires, all snug and toasty. And in the summer, a rose garden so the air will always smell nice, not like coal. We'll have a big garden with an orchard at one end with apples and pears for you to eat whenever you like, and trees for you to climb. And a tree with a rope swing for you to play on."

Her brother was too young to remember what it had been like before. He'd been barely four years old when they'd been packed off to London. And eight years under old Nan's deft tutelage couldn't help but leave its mark.

"When?" he asked with the cynical straightforwardness of a child who was well used to hearing Banbury tales.

"Soon, I think." Her eyes never stopped combing the pavement, even as her mouth spun fantasy out of the chill air. "There. They'll do. Look sharp."

Three rich, sotted culls were ahead, weaving their way homeward from their club. Drunk as lords. Young toffs with more hair and money than wits. Never notice the lowly housemaid they'd barreled into had relieved them of their purses, would they? In their pleasant stupor, buffered from the cares of the world by wealth and copious amounts of good liquor, they would not even see Timmy, the small, whip-quick crossing guard to whom she would pass the take as he chanced by.

Timmy nodded once, then melted across the street, made silent and invisible by the fog. Meggs resisted the urge to give him more instruction, or follow his progress to make sure he was well positioned. It wouldn't do. Her Tanner was getting old enough to know their business as well as she. If they wanted to eat, they needed to steal.

The men lurched closer, in and then out of the small circles of lamplight, laughing loudly and singing some bawdy tune. "There was a young girl from Crupp, whose pleasure it was for to tup ..."

Meggs let the lewd lyrics slide past and echo down the street. The one on the left was tallest. Tall Boy's arms and hands were completely engaged in holding up his drunken comrade, who was draped over his shoulder like a drunk sailor. Tall Boy was happy. His coat flapped open to reveal a bounteous, bulging waistcoat pocket. Tall Boy had been the winner.

And so would she be. Meggs flexed her hands on the handle of her basket and wiped her fingers dry on the inside of her apron, swallowing the jitters that crawled up her throat. It would work. It always worked. Drunks were easy. Easy as taking gin from a dead whore. She gauged the distance and picked up speed, keeping even pace with the rising hammer of her heart, aiming to reach them just as they left the watery circle of lamplight. She'd be in the dark, and they'd never see her until it was too late.

Three yards to go. Two. Eyes and ears stretched open, blind to everything but the waistcoat pocket and deaf from the roaring of her blood, she put her head down and plowed right into them.

And it was dead easy. A turn of her body, a firm shove with the prickly reed basket, and the culls were separated and falling. And there she was, patient as the saints, waiting for the precise moment when his purse eased into her waiting hand, like a ripe plum plucked from a tree.

Then she was racing past and beyond, into the safety of the dark before they had even registered her presence. "Come back, darling," one of them called. "I'll make it worth your while."

He'd already made it worth her while, thank you very much. Meggs dismissed the drunk young culls from her mind as she passed Timmy the take and moved on swiftly into the rising dawn.

But she was wrong. Two blocks later, when they met up, Timmy had already discarded the purse and counted the money. "Flimsies," he sighed, "and small change."

Banknotes. Not so good as ready coin. They'd not get full value if they tried to fence them, and they couldn't very well waltz up Poultry Lane to the Bank of England to exchange them, could they? Get shoulder clapped right there in the lobby, they would. "How much in coin?"

"Two quid, three crowns, six pence."

She couldn't look at the disappointment scraped across his pinched face. It was not enough. Why was it never enough?

"We need one more this morning. One good one." It was always the hardest—that last purse of the morning. After nearly four hours she and Timmy were getting tired, but the toffs were waking up. So much easier to dip them when they were still half-muzzied with drink. "So look sharp, my little Tanner. You clap your peepers on a likely greenhead, and we'll get a meat pie, after."

"Each?"

She hated that hopeful tone. The one she always had to disappoint. "To split. But only if we spy a likely toff to tip. So look sharp. Mind the traps." The last thing they needed was to run afoul of the Constabulary, who were always about in this part of town protecting the deserving rich from the undeserving poor, the criminal element. From thieves like them.

Hugh McAlden's leg had begun to ache. The cold, wet walk up from Chelsea, all the way to the Admiralty Building in Whitehall, had taken more out of him than he had anticipated. He ought to have taken a walking stick, or gone down river by boat with a waterman, but the morning had promised to be fine. So much for his weather eye.

Normally, the leg only pained him like this when it rained. But this was England. The only place wetter was the bilge of his ship.

His former ship. And the only way he was going to regain command of Dangerous was by currying the favor of the Admiralty. Thus, gimpy and out of sorts, he presented himself to the porter in the cavernous Admiralty Building in Whitehall and wound his way through the warren of rooms to his appointment.

"Captain McAlden?" the clerk inquired as soon as he found the room. "Admiral Middleton will see you immediately. Please come this way."

Sir Charles Middleton, recently promoted to Admiral of the Blue, greeted Hugh like an old friend, which they were if giving Hugh dangerous, unsavory assignments and rewarding him heartily with advancement counted as friendship.

"Captain McAlden." The admiral came though the doorway and held out his hand. "Good to see you, my boy. You're looking fit. I expected to find you much the worse for wear after hearing of your injuries."

"I'm improving, sir, I thank you."

"Good, good." The admiral refrained from clapping Hugh on the back, but his smile was full of relief. "I was pleased to hear such things of you at Aboukir Bay—how you took Dangerous to cut the line to engage the French from behind. Well done, sir, well done, but I expected nothing less from you. The dispatches were full of it. And at Acre. Hell of a thing for a sailor to be wounded in a battle on land, what?" He glanced down. "How's the leg?"

"Still attached."

"Ha! We'll have you back to the fleet in no time. Come walk with me."

Hugh kept his grimace to himself and limped after Sir Charles, back down the echoing staircase and out the rear of the building toward the parkland beyond. "It's damnable to be so hobbled and unfit for command," he said to cover his awkwardness on the stairs. "I don't know what bothers me more—the leg or being so damn useless."

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, Captain. I have every expectation you will be very useful to me—even in your present state."

"Admiral?"

"I have another interesting assignment for you."

Hugh found his leg began not to pain him so very much with such a prospect before him. And the weather was improving as well. The damned iced drizzle had at last begun to give way to snow. "More interesting than the last?"

It had been over four years since Sir Charles, who at the time had been an influential member of the Admiralty Board, had sent him off on an interesting special assignment. Special meaning unofficial and unacknowledged—at least publicly. But Sir Charles had seen to it Hugh was rewarded with command of Dangerous. Which had led to his success at Aboukir Bay and then Acre. And ultimately, his damn wound. But caution had never brought him success or advancement. Completing Admiral Sir Charles Middleton's unsavory tasks had. "Admiral, I am completely at your disposal."

The admiral nodded once with sharp satisfaction. "Good. I think you should also know there is talk of putting you up—well, you've already been put up—for a knighthood. Your name is on the list for His Majesty's consideration. Nelson, in particular, has been fulsome in his praise for your valor, though he was certainly not the only one to note it."

Hugh could not stop the warm feeling of pleasure brewing in his chest from becoming a smile. He was more than surprised, and even a little chagrined. His Scots grandfather would be turning over in his grave to hear he'd been made into an English version of a gentleman, though he would be proud of all Hugh had accomplished for himself. But Sir Charles intended him to understand something else as well—that a preferment, as well as this knighthood, would be advanced only by his accomplishing whatever unsavory task Sir Charles was about to assign him. Hugh could feel his smile broaden across his face. Here was work, at last.

As they walked out over the newly frozen ground, Sir Charles's tone became more firm, though also more quiet in the hush of the lightly falling snow. "You will have noted my need to assure our solitude"—he gestured to their empty surroundings—"and concluded I do not want our conversation overheard by anyone."

"Anyone?" Hugh glanced back at the building, a bastion of staunch patriotism. "In the Admiralty?"

Sir Charles shook his head, and in that instant, he looked care-worn and old. "With the country embroiled in the war with France, one would like to think the Admiralty, of all places, would be safe. But it is, I fear, not. We will take only a short turn, for your leg is no doubt cramped, and then we will go back inside to meet with a ... staff officer of the army."

"Sir?" Unease tightened Hugh's spine. He was a straightforward man. He took orders and accomplished them. But the admiral's hesitation indicated some unpleasant odor was in the breeze. It smelled like the sort of army staff officer who never seemed to have an official function. The kind who dealt in dark alleys and informants. And Hugh would rather navigate his ship through a harbor full of mines than tangle with the likes of them.

The admiral was nodding his head in apparent agreement. "This is a navy matter, unquestionably. However, it gives our colleagues in the army ... comfort to be involved. They have sent a representative."

Hugh expected the representative's involvement had not eventuated without serious resistance. He kept his mouth shut and listened.

"Since I took up the Blue, I left the Admiralty Board. Earl Spencer is First Lord of the Admiralty now, and he has his Cambridge cronies in as Lord Commissioners. However, Spencer has appealed to me, since I am not directly involved with the board at present, to intervene and stop a serious leak of information."

Hugh's blood got colder by degrees. The ramifications were immense.

"Valuable information, sensitive, secret, or what ought to be secret information, has gone missing. Here, from this building, where every man's loyalty and honor ought not be questioned!" The admiral's face grew ruddy with frustrated, suppressed rage. "It's intolerable."

"My God." Hugh let out a low expletive. "That's treason. Do you have a suspect?"

Admiral Middleton fixed Hugh with a bleak stare. "I obtained a list of the intercepted communications from Military Intelligence along with the dates they were intercepted. I could immediately correlate the missing information with dates of meetings of the Board of Admiralty."

"God's balls. One of the Lords Commissioners."

"Yes. And there are seven Lords Commissioners on this Board of Admiralty. All very high up, both in the government and in society."

This was why Sir Charles had asked him. He knew Hugh didn't care two farthings for society or rank. The navy had taught him merit and character were all that mattered. "Surely it can't be one of the Naval Lords?"

Sir Charles gave a grim negative. "I should like to deny the possibility it is one of the Naval Lords—they know the consequences as well as you or I. Much as I would like to, it would be beyond foolish to assume it could only be one of the civilian politicians instead."

"You want me to find out which one is responsible."

"Yes. Before the next formal meeting of the board, you will rout out this traitor and serve him up to Earl Spencer trussed and ready for hanging. I want this handled quietly, within the navy, before any other part of the government becomes involved. Or notified."

Hugh could easily understand the ramifications of treason of such magnitude. Governments had fallen for less. "This representative of the army knows of my involvement?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I would wish I could leave this solely within navy hands, but ministers must be appeased. Special staff officers must be catered to. But I've told them nothing of what I suspect regarding the Admiralty Board." They had arrived back at the steps. "They've sent a Major Rawsthorne. Twenty years in. India service for the most part. We'll see him now."

Major Rawsthorne proved to be a pale, solid man in his middle years with an air of callous importance. If India had left a mark on him, he hid it well. He looked like any soft, well-connected, government-posted officer, not the hardened, sun-baked veteran Hugh had expected. There was shrewdness but no understanding in his eyes. A political man. Hugh always got a pain from political sorts, but he knew enough to keep both his feelings and his opinions to himself.

"Major Rawsthorne," Middleton introduced them, "Captain McAlden. Captain McAlden will be handling this matter for the Admiralty."

Rawsthorne lifted his eyebrow for a leisurely inspection. Hugh let him look, preferring to keep his gaze level on Admiral Middleton. He was a navy man. Rawsthorne would do well to learn where his loyalties lay.

"And Captain McAlden is experienced in these sort of ... subtleties?"

Pompous bastard.

"Yes." The admiral did not deign to qualify his statement. He knew well enough how to play these games. "You will appreciate that from your reading of the reports from Acre."

"Making use of Arab street rats born into a life of crime? London isn't a walled, besieged city with a captive populace of heathen children."

(Continues...)



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  • Posted February 21, 2014

    Absolutely fabulous!

    Ms. Essex's characters jump out of the page, their machinations and seductions taking the reader on a lovely journey. After reading the entire series, I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment.

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  • Posted June 26, 2012

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    A different historical

    ABOUT THE BOOK:
    Naval Captain Hugh McAlden is accustomed to taking on deadly, high-stakes assignments--and being rewarded handsomely for his success at them. But to accomplish his latest mission, he'll need someone more inconspicuous among his own ranks. Someone like the larcenous beauty who just relieved him of his pocket watch under his very nose. . .
    Meggs Tanner's livelihood--as one of London's stealthiest thieves--depends on her remaining un-tethered and unnoticed. But when she is caught by an icy-eyed Scottish officer with an unusual proposition, she sees a chance to escape her life of crime forever. Ever wary, she accepts the job even as she plots her exit strategy, ready to cut and run at a moment's notice.
    But as Meggs and Hugh come nearer to the danger of their shared mission, thoughts of betrayal and distrust begin to dissolve. . .overshadowed by a passion worth any risk. . .
    REVIEW:

    So I fell in love with Ms. Essex in reader her “Almost a Scandal,” a book that I couldn’t put down and jumped into this one head strong, thinking it would be the same.

    Now, while Ms. Essex has a true and talented gift, and while this book was great, I wasn’t as into it as I had been with the previous read.

    Not that that’s bad….Almost A Scandal is just THAT good.

    This book was a fast and intriguing read. I liked the way he pulled Meggs in from the streets, loved the drama and mystery standing behind her and found that Ms. Essex wrapped it all up very nicely. The characters were easy to get along with and I found myself basically panting when Ms. Essex FINALLY got these two together. *grin*

    If you are looking for a read to get lost away in, one that holds a military presence, and one with a heroine that will truly shock you – in a good way, then this is for you.

    Four out of five stars for a job well done!

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  • Posted February 13, 2012

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    ANOTHER WONDERFUL HISTORICAL ROMANCE! THE DANGER OF DESIRE IS JUST THAT THE DANGER OF DESIRE!!

    THE DANGER OF DESIRE by Elizabeth Essex is an amazing historical romance set in 1799 London. It is easy to follow,well written with details and depth. The characters will carry to away into their world. This is the story of Naval Captain Hugh McAlden and Meggs Tanner. With intrigue,passion,romance,danger,a traitor,betrayal,distrust,and a sweet sensuality, you can't go with "The Danger of Desire". It is fast paced,with strong characters and a well laid out plot. When a wounded Naval Captain meets a pickpocket who is so much more what takes place is not only heart rendering but is delicous and sexy. Meggs, will do anything to protect and save her younger brother. Hugh will do anything to find a traitor including getting the help of a thief.Together,they find what they are both looking for and so much more. A must read for any historical romance reader,who enjoys the Georgian period,and family.Received for an honest review from the publsiher. Details can be found at Brava,published by Kensinton Publishing and My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews.


    RATING: 4

    HEAT RATING: Mild

    REVIEWED BY: AprilR,My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews

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  • Posted December 28, 2011

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    good book

    The Danger of Desire by elizabeth essex
    1799 timeframe in England:
    Meggs and Timmy are pick pockets and they've made it so far with no
    trouble, except one time where Meggs cut up her hand pretty bad.
    The Captain is looking to hire a pick pocket to get some papers the
    military requires.
    He finds her when she takes his pocket watch. He takes her in and
    gets the surgeon to do emergency surgery and then time for it to heal.
    Timmy has come looking for her and he is also taken in. She is now
    to learn how to keep a house so she can fit right in with her
    assignment. He's also offered to teach them how to read and write.
    Problem is he's falling for her and she's starting to fall for him.
    Things turn around after her assignment. Some for the good and some
    for the bad.

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