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From a magnificent ballroom ablaze with lights to an imposing country house steeped in shadows comes a breathtaking tale of an impetuous miss—and a passion that leads to peril...

At five and twenty, Prudence Merryweather knew very well tht risks a woman took by visiting a gentleman in the dead of night. But bearding the notorious Earl of Angelstone in his den was the only way to stop him from engaging her hot-headed brother in a duel. And that was why she found herself ushered ...

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From a magnificent ballroom ablaze with lights to an imposing country house steeped in shadows comes a breathtaking tale of an impetuous miss—and a passion that leads to peril...

At five and twenty, Prudence Merryweather knew very well tht risks a woman took by visiting a gentleman in the dead of night. But bearding the notorious Earl of Angelstone in his den was the only way to stop him from engaging her hot-headed brother in a duel. And that was why she found herself ushered into Sebastian's frobidding presence at three int the morning—and thoroughly kissed before dawn.

She was a country-bred innocent—and an intriguing experience for a man who dwelt more in the shadows than in the sunshine. Yet as her boldness drew Prue into one dangerous episode after another, Sebastian found himself torn between a raging hunger to possess her and a driving need to protect her. And the reckless beauty would soon need all the protection she could get...

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Quick's latest work, a flimsy and fairly routine piece, lacks the panache that made her earlier Regencies interesting. Prudence Merryweather and Sebastian Fleetwood, the ``legendary'' Earl of Angelstone, hit it off after meeting at a ball because they share an element of ``intellectual curiosity'': she hunts ``spectral phenomena,'' and he courtesy of a Bow Street Runner who slips him intriguing cases hunts criminals. When, at another party, Prue and Sebastian are caught pussyfooting in the hostess's bedroom, an impromptu engagement results, giving them ample opportunity to poke into each other's investigations. Sebastian, whose parents were ill-treated by the family, has wanted revenge on his kin for years; when his aunt publicly insults Prue, he is ready to exploit his role as head of the family and get them booted out of society. However, Prue's moderating influence persuades him to set aside revenge and act as a benevolent patriarch, a scenario that may sound familiar to readers of Wildest Hearts, this author's most recent contemporary romance written as Jayne Ann Krentz. May
Denise Perry Donavin
Quick (a pseudonym of Jayne Ann Krentz) regales readers with a harrowing, entertaining tale of spectral and human detection. The marriage of the earl of Angelstone and Miss Prudence Merryweather shocks the "ton". It even surprises the enamored couple, who were forced into an engagement when found in a comprising situation brought about by their penchant for detective work. Lord Angelstone solves mysteries of human folly and crime, while Prudence pursues ghosts (who are often the creations of villains such as her spouse pursues). In this haunting tale, their joint talents are well-utilized. Writing as if gently spoofing the genre, the author also follows the rules of romance fiction quite well, with suitably spaced liaisons and lively, funny details on period fashion.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553293173
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/28/1993
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 208,083
  • Product dimensions: 4.17 (w) x 6.89 (h) x 0.99 (d)

Meet the Author

Amanda Quick is the pseudonym for Jayne Ann Krentz, the author, under various pen names, of more than fifty New York Times bestsellers; there are more than 35 million copies of her books in print. She lives in Seattle.
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It was the darkest hour of the night, nearly three o’ clock in the morning, and the chilling fog clung to the city like a ghost. Prudence Merryweather reluctantly concluded that it was an uncomfortably suitable time and setting in which to pay a call on the man known as the Fallen Angel.

She shivered in spite of her bold resolve as the hackney drew to a halt in front of the mist-shrouded door of the town house. The new gas lamps that had been installed in this part of town were useless against the thick mist. An eerie silence gripped the cold, dark street. The only sounds were the rattle of the carriage and the thud of the horses’ hooves on the pavement.

Prudence briefly considered ordering the coachman to turn the hackney around and drive her straight home. But she banished the thought as quickly as it had come. She knew she must not falter now. Her brother’s life was at stake.

She summoned up her courage, adjusted her spectacles more firmly in place, and stepped down from the cab. She tugged the hood of her aging gray wool cloak down to shield her face as she started determinedly up the steps of the town house. Behind her the hackney began to roll forward down the street.

Prudence stopped and whirled around in alarm. “Where do you think you’re going, my good man? I said I would give you an extra few coins to wait for me. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Don’t fret yerself none, miss. I was just adjustin’ the reins, is all.” The coachman was a featureless dark blob in his heavily caped greatcoat and a hat that was pulled down low over his ears. His voice was slurred from the gin he had been drinking all evening to ward off the bitter chill. “I told ye, I’d wait for ye.”

Prudence relaxed slightly. “See that you’re still here when I return. Otherwise I shall be quite stranded when I finish my business.”

“Business, huh? Is that what ye call it?” The coachman sniggered as he tipped his gin bottle and poured the contents down his throat. “Pretty fancy piece o’ business, if you ask me. Mayhap yer gentleman friend will want ye to warm his bed for the rest o’ the night. Bloody damn cold this evenin’.”

Prudence scowled at him but decided there was nothing to be gained from engaging in an argument with a drunken coachman at this late hour. She did not have the time for such nonsense.

She gathered the enveloping cloak more tightly about her and hurried on up the steps to the front door of the town house. The upstairs windows were unlit. Perhaps the notorious owner of the house was already abed.

From all accounts that would be an unusual state of affairs. It was said that the legendary Earl of Angelstone seldom went to bed before dawn. The Fallen Angel had not earned his formidable reputation by keeping reasonable hours. Everyone knew the devil preferred the cover of night.

Prudence hesitated before raising her gloved hand to knock on the door. She was well aware that what she was about to do carried a certain risk. She was country bred and new to London, but she was not so naïve as to think it was normal for ladies to pay calls on gentlemen at any hour, let alone at three in the morning.

Prudence rapped sharply on the door.

It seemed to take forever until a disgruntled-looking, half-dressed butler opened the door. He was a balding, heavy jawed man who put Prudence in mind of a large, ferocious hound. The candle he held in one hand revealed first annoyance and then growing disgust on his black features. He took in the sight of Prudence’s cloaked and hooded figure with severely disappointing eyes.

“Yes, miss?”

Prudence took a deep breath. “I have come to call upon his lordship.”

“Have you, indeed?” The butler’s lip curled into a sneer that would have suited Cerberus, the three-headed dog that was said to guard the entrance to Hades. “I regret to inform you that his lordship is not at home.”

“He most certainly is.” Prudence knew she must be firm if she was to get past the Fallen Angel’s hellhound. “I checked with my sources before making my decision to call upon him. Please inform him immediately that he has a visitor.”

“And who should I say is calling?” the butler asked in sepulchral tones.

“A lady.”

“Not bloody likely. No lady would be here at this hour. Take yourself off, you obnoxious little baggage. His lordship doesn’t consort with your sort. If he’s in the mood for a bit o’ muslin he can look a good deal higher than a strumpet fresh off the streets.”

Prudence went hot beneath the insults. This was clearly going to be even more awkward than she had anticipated. She set her teeth. “Be so good as to inform his lordship that a party who has an interest in his forthcoming duel wishes to see him.”

The butler stared at her in astonishment. “And what, pray tell, would a woman of your sort know about his lordship’s personal affairs?”

“A great deal more than you do, apparently.” If you don’t tell Angelstone that he has a caller, I vow you will live to regret it. I assure you that your position in this household depends upon your informing him I am here.”

The butler did not appear to be entirely convinced by the threat, but he was starting to waver. “Wait here.”

He slammed the door, leaving Prudence standing on the step. The icy fingers of the fog crept close and wrapped themselves around her. She huddled deeper into her cloak. This was turning out to be one of the most miserable evenings she had spent in her entire life. Things had been so much simpler in the country.

The door opened again a moment later. The butler looked down his nose at Prudence and grudgingly indicated she should enter.

“His lordship will see you in the library.”

“I should think so.” Prudence stepped quickly over the threshold, grateful to escape the clutches of the fog, even if it meant walking into the very jaws of hell.

The butler opened the library door and held it for her. Prudence swept past him into a dark, shadowed room that was lit only by a small blaze on the hearth. The door closed behind her just as she realized there was no sign of Angelstone.

“My lord?” Prudence came to an abrupt halt and peered intently into the gloom. “Sir? Are you here?”

“Good evening, Miss Merryweather. I trust you will forgive my butler’s rudeness.” Sebastian, Earl of Angelstone, rose slowly from the depths of a huge wing chair that faced the hearth. He had a large black cat tucked under one arm. “You must understand your visit is somewhat unexpected. Especially considering the circumstances and the hour.”

“Yes, my lord. I am aware of that.” Prudence caught her breath at the sight of him. She had danced with Sebastian earlier that evening, but that was only the first time she had met the Fallen Angel. She realized now it would take more than one or two encounters before she adjusted to the impact he made on her senses.

Angelstone was anything but angelic in either appearance or temperament. It was said in the drawing rooms of the ton that he bore a strong resemblance to the Lord of the Underworld. It was true that it would take a formidable imagination to envision him with a pair of wings and a halo.

The firelight flickering behind Sebastian seemed a little too atmospheric tonight. The glow of the flames threw his fierce, saturnine features into harsh relief. His black hair was cut short. His curious, amber eyes blazed with a cold, penetrating intelligence. His body was hard and lean. Prudence knew from her experience with him on the dance floor that Sebastian moved with a lazy, dangerous masculine grace.

He was clearly dressed for the privacy of his own home, not for receiving visitors. His white cravat hung loose around his neck and his ruffled shirt was unfastened far enough to reveal the crisp black hair on his chest. His buff-colored breeches hugged the sinewy lines of his thighs. He had not yet removed his black, mirror-polished Hessians.

Prudence knew very little about style. It was a matter of extremely limited interest to her. But she realized that there was an innate masculine elegance about Sebastian that had little to do with his attire. It was a part of him, just as it was a part of the cat he held.

The only jewelry Sebastian wore was a gold ring on one of his long-fingered hands. It gleamed with a dull sheen as he slowly stroked the cat. Prudence stared at the ring. Earlier, when she had danced with him, she had noted that there was an elaborate letter F engraved on it. She had assumed it stood for Fleetwood, the earl’s family name.

For a moment she could not seem to tear her gaze away from Sebastian’s hand as he petted the cat. When she finally managed to meet his eyes again, she saw that he was smiling slightly.

She was startled at the frisson of sensual awareness that rushed through her. She told herself she was simply not accustomed to seeing a man in dishabille. Unfortunately, she’d had the same reaction earlier this evening when Sebastian had been properly attired for the ball.

The man had an enthralling effect on her, Prudence acknowledged. She wondered fleetingly if he was real. Even as she stood there staring at him, Sebastian began to dissolve like a specter into a gray fog.

For a few seconds she was so startled to see him turn into an apparition before her very eyes that she could not think clearly. Then she realized what the problem was.

“I beg your pardon, my lord.” Prudence hastily removed her spectacles and wiped off the cloudy mist that had begun to obscure her vision. “It is so very cold outside, you know. When I stepped into this warm room it caused a vapor to form on the lenses. It is one of the annoying problems one faces when one wears spectacles.”

Sebastian elevated a black brow. “My sympathies, Miss Merryweather.”

“Yes, well, thank you. Not much that can be done about it. One gets used to it.” Prudence replaced her spectacles on her nose. She frowned at Sebastian. “I expect you’re wondering why I’m here at this rather late hour.”

“The question did cross my mind.” His gaze skimmed over her old cloak, which had parted slightly to reveal the prim, unfashionable fawn-colored ball gown underneath. Amusement danced briefly in his eyes before it was replaced by a speculative look. “You came alone?”

“Yes, of course.” She looked at him in surprise.

“Some people would say that was rather unwise.”

“I had to see you alone. I am here on a very private matter.”

“I see. Pray be seated.”

“Thank you.” Prudence smiled a little uncertainly as she perched on the other large chair that faced the fire. She reminded herself that she had liked Angelstone on sight earlier this evening, even though her friend Hester, Lady Pembroke, had been horrified when he’d forced the introduction.

Surely he was not as bad as everyone insisted he was, Prudence told herself as she watched Sebastian settle back into his chair. Her instincts about people were generally very reliable. There had only been that one unfortunate occasion three years ago when she had found herself sadly mistaken about a man.

“This is a trifle awkward, my lord.”

“Yes.” Sebastian stretched his booted feet out toward the fire and went back to slowly stroking the cat. “It is also a trifle dangerous.”

“Nonsense. I have a pistol in my reticule and the coachman who brought me here has agreed to wait for me. I assure you, I shall be quite safe.”

“A pistol?” He eyed her with some amusement. “You are a most unusual woman, Miss Merryweather. Did you think you would need the pistol to protect yourself from me?”

“Good heavens, no, my lord.” Prudence was genuinely shocked. “You’re a gentleman, sir.”

“Am I?”

“Of course you are. Pray do not tease me, my lord. I brought the pistol along as protection against footpads. I understand they are very prevalent here in Town.”

“Yes. They are.”

The cat crouched on Sebastian’s lap and gazed at Prudence with an unwinking gaze. It struck her that the beast’s eyes were almost the exact same shade of gold as those of its master. She was momentarily distracted by that observation.

“Does your cat have a name, sir?” she asked suddenly.


“What is it?”

The faint smile briefly edged Sebastian’s mouth again. “Lucifer.”

“Oh.” Prudence cleared her throat discreetly. “Yes, well, as I was saying, I am not at all unusual, merely a very ordinary woman who is, unfortunately, new to the ways of Town life.”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2013

    Incredibly charming!

    This book was good from the moment I started until the very end! Prudence thinks so logical, but is incredibly naive to the ways of propriety that it gets her into all kinds of trouble. Sebastian enjoys the challenge of her intelligence, but constantly takes advantage of her nativity. It makes for a funny story that Pru is so smart, yet so clueless which puts her in Sebastian into all kinds of predicaments. I keep going back to it when I'm between books and just need a smile.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2013


    Love love this book one of ny faves by quick.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2012


    Im meat something else.... *she sighs wondering if he will ever guess wha she wants. She looks a her stomach hopefully* kk bye.

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  • Posted February 9, 2012

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    so disappointed emasculation in the first degree

    Pru was/is so irritating an shrewish.Throughout the she was either growling at him or correcting him.It amazed me he was able to perform his husbandly duties without her correction .At one point he even said words to the effect "I better not let her go or he'll think I'm henpecked" talking about his cousin.I've read other books by this author and generally liked them and I will read more by her But in this one the male IMHO needed a tad more stiffener in his backbone'The story line was good and interesting up to and including the end

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2012

    My fav

    My favorite Amanda Quick.

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  • Posted August 18, 2011

    Great book

    But the worst editing of an ebook I've ever seen. Things like free band instead of free hand, lake instead of take, and once TU instead of to.

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  • Posted May 7, 2010

    Dangerous is one not to miss

    As a avid Amanda Quick reader I cannot stress how much i enjoy her books. It is a safe bet that Dangerous is one of my faves. My all time favorite has to be Reckless, but Dangerous is a close second. The darkness of the leading man is a focal point and having lost his close family the reason. All he needs is to be brought closer to his remaining relatives and it will bring him into the light.
    Our leading lady doesn't need any support to make her happy just a good mystery. Thank the lord there are plenty in regency England. The supporting characters are amusing and easy to sympathize with.
    There is plenty of humor, romance, mystery, and drama in Dangerous, I often wonder if Ms Quick will tell Garrecks' story sometime in the future.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2003


    Well, I have read a few historical romance in my many years, but this one I do come back to. First we have a male and female character who are attracted along with odd hobbies ( investigator and ghost chaser). A group of nasty males who think women should be used for their pleasure (the cads) and two Main characters who plan on making justitice work. Lots of turns and twists. This one will engage you due to the ghost angle, investigation, the female wanting to protect, and the eventual bonding of two unlikely individuals. Sweet, feel good ending with all individual characters being a part of the feel good end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2002

    Made me want to write my own Regency mystery romances

    I first read Dangerous years ago when it was a Book Club release. The first Regency-era romance I read, I fell in love with the time period as well as the characters. Sebastion is a wonderful romantic hero, both passionate and troubled. Prue is what I idealize as a heroine, neither a 'diamond of the first water' or a helpless waif. Adding a mystery to the story, albeit a series of mini-mysteries, gave it the right blend of danger and love. My only complaint with this novel was the missed opportunities to pursue the character's depth and a reacha timeless level to the romance. I wanted to know more about Sebastion's lost family. I wanted more fireworks in the relationship conflict. I wanted more. So I ordered all the backlisted titles from Bantam, read them cover to cover. I found several enjoyable ones and thoroughly loved the feel of the time period. But when none had all the oomph I was looking for, I had to write my own. If you're looking for mystery and romance but love the idea of an exotic windswept age, read this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2001

    breath of fresh air

    I have read many romance stories, and the plots always seem the same. I found this story to be a breath of fresh air . For once the hero in the story is a gentleman, not a over indulgent abusive man who takes what he wants. He knows how to treat a woman in and out of bed. And the heroine was not a manipulitive woman, but a kind, intelligent, and interesting character. I really ejoyed reading this story i wanted more....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2000

    Amanda Quick is AWSOME!!

    I loved this book. It was a wonderfully written book, and historically accurate.

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