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Devil's Desire
     

Devil's Desire

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by Laurie McBain
 

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What readers say about Devil's Desire:

"One of my all-time favorite romances."

"I just love this book! Each scene keeps you turning the pages."

"What a pleasure to read an author I know will never disappoint me!"

They called him the devil...

With his seductive golden eyes and sin-black hair, it's no

Overview

What readers say about Devil's Desire:

"One of my all-time favorite romances."

"I just love this book! Each scene keeps you turning the pages."

"What a pleasure to read an author I know will never disappoint me!"

They called him the devil...

With his seductive golden eyes and sin-black hair, it's no wonder Lord Alex Trevegne has earned himself the sinister title-not to mention his reputation as one of the most notorious rakes in England.

And she's the only one who can conquer him...

When fate throws Alex and Elysia into a scandalous situation, Alex suddenly finds it surprisingly difficult to tear himself away from her.

As an unexpected passion blossoms between them, Elysia begins to wonder if after a lifetime of heartache she's finally found heaven in the arms of the devil.

Praise for Laurie McBain:

"McBain's skill at shaping characters and propelling the plot distinguishes her."

-Publishers Weekly

"Well-crafted and wonderfully romantic. Readers are rewarded with teeming atmosphere."

-Romantic Times

"Vivid sense of description, colorful characters... I found myself happily lost in the magnificence of the storytelling."

-Los Angeles Herald Examiner

Editorial Reviews

The Long and Short of It Reviews
A rich tale with various subplots that deliver a refreshing amount of mystery, suspense, and tension. When combined with the flourishing romance between the hero and heroine, it makes for an exciting read.
The Book Faery
I flew through the pages so easily with smiles, some laughs, and even had tears that threatened to fall from my eyes.
Night Owl Reviews
Timeless... Filled to the brim with historical richness and sexual tension.
History Undressed
What a fantastic read! Devil's Desire is a Regency era novel with all that makes that genre exciting and appealing to readers
RomFan Reviews
A book for the ages.
Seriously Reviewed
Wonderful story that just jumped off the pages with characters so likeable....even when they weren't...that I was almost sad to see it end.
Books Like Breathing
Devil's Desire contains all of the tension and conflict that you would expect from a well-crafted regency with the great writing of Laurie McBain.
All About Romance
The writing flows smoothly and the fantastical scenes spring to life in a way that kept me turning pages.
From the Publisher
"A rich tale with various subplots that deliver a refreshing amount of mystery, suspense, and tension. When combined with the flourishing romance between the hero and heroine, it makes for an exciting read. " - The Long and Short of It Reviews

"I flew through the pages so easily with smiles, some laughs, and even had tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. " - The Book Faery

"Timeless... Filled to the brim with historical richness and sexual tension. " - Night Owl Reviews

"What a fantastic read! Devil's Desire is a Regency era novel with all that makes that genre exciting and appealing to readers" - History Undressed

"A book for the ages." - RomFan Reviews

"Wonderful story that just jumped off the pages with characters so likeable....even when they weren't...that I was almost sad to see it end." - Seriously Reviewed

"Devil's Desire contains all of the tension and conflict that you would expect from a well-crafted regency with the great writing of Laurie McBain. " - Books Like Breathing

"The writing flows smoothly and the fantastical scenes spring to life in a way that kept me turning pages." - All About Romance

"Devil's Desire is a fun romantic escape with its likable characters, plot twists and satisfying ending... A keeper." - Sarai is Reading What?

"Good characters - to like or not - and engaging writing make this interesting." - Reviews by Martha's Bookshelf

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780380002955
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
04/28/1976

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Devil's Desire


By Laurie McBain

Sourcebooks, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Laurie McBain
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4022-5884-8


CHAPTER 1

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair. Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

— Tennyson


High in a cloud-laden afternoon sky, a free-spirited skylark soared gracefully; its spread-winged shadow traveling swiftly over the colorful autumnal countryside below. Its song pierced the primeval silence of the forest below as the cheerful cry carried through the chill air; the clear notes penetrated beneath the thick canopy of branches, and reaching the soft, loam-covered forest floor the sound was absorbed by the bright carpet of fallen leaves.

The woods seemed to come to life, humming with the chirpings and chatterings of busy forest creatures contentedly gathering food for the oncoming winter, until another sound intruded into the aimless animal chatter and sent a hush over the clearing. An uneasy silence hung over it as the threatening sounds of baying hounds and pounding horses' hooves echoed in the distance.

The gossiping birds took wing and the bushy-tailed squirrels scurried into safe nests as a figure emerged from the trees, twigs snapping sharply as it moved into the clearing.

"Tally-ho!" Ribald laughter followed the cry of the hunt. "Where is that foxy wench? Damnation! Don't lose sight of her now, man!"

The excited voices drifted to a still figure, galvanizing it into action, and the raised voices became louder as the riders moved closer. Then the voices merged into one menacing sound as they intermingled with the snorting of their mounts.

As they came closer, Elysia could almost feel their hot breath against the back of her neck, as she held up her skirts and hurriedly climbed over a fallen tree. She stopped, pausing to catch her breath, panting heavily as she leaned against another tree for support. She could hear the raised voices of the men as they searched about the undergrowth, not far off, beating it back to find her hiding place. She shivered as she heard the throaty yelping of the dogs, and saw movement through the trees as the horsemen pressed on toward her; each passing second bringing them closer.

She stood still, frozen with fear, her eyes darting about like those of a trapped animal seeking safety. Suddenly, she noticed the hollowed out trunk of the fallen tree, the opening partially concealed by the full-fronded ferns and wild weeds that grew about the gaping mouth. She moved quickly into the cool, concealing darkness. Crawling past the thick ferns, she pulled them back into order as she stretched out full length on the rotted and damp bottom. She shivered as she felt the little crawling inhabitants of the decayed tree about her. Elysia's breath caught painfully in her throat as she heard the pounding of the horses' hooves coming straight towards her; shaking the earth beneath her body until she thought she would be trampled to death beneath them.

"Bloody fool. You've let her flee," said a petulant voice, startling Elysia by its closeness.

"Damn it all, it's you who slowed me up — thought you saw her in a dozen different places," another voice complained.

"First decent bit o' muslin I've seen in this damned county, and what happens?" demanded the first voice, self-pityingly. "She gets away. Did you see that glorious hair? A real little fox she was — and those long legs. By God, I'll not be cheated out of my prize after going to the trouble of giving chase."

Elysia heard the creaking of his saddle as the rider shifted impatiently, and the ominous snapping sound of a riding crop being tapped angrily against gloved hands.

"Where are those cursed hounds? We'd have had her flushed out by now if those hounds were on her scent. Could've sworn I saw something over here."

"Sounds like they've caught scent of something over that way," the other man spoke as the distant sound of raised voices and barking reached them.

"Damn! It'd better be the wench. I'll beat their hides off if they've cornered a bloody hare. I'm going to have that maid to warm my bed this eve. It's too damned cold in this blasted place to sleep alone." He sighed in exasperation. "We'd better find her soon, because I'm played out; too damned tired to even breathe, much less enjoy the wench. Wish I were back in London — don't have to hunt for my pleasures there. Plenty of high-steppers just begging for my favors," he boasted.

"You're getting soft, my friend. The hunt adds spice to the victory, but we'd best be off, or you'll only have your old housekeeper to warm your bones this eve," his friend snickered.

"I'll be warming myself against that red-haired wench. You can have my housekeeper, or one of the scullions — more your style," he said laughing loudly.

"You don't have her yet, and who knows, she might prefer me after she's caught a glimpse of you."

"Damned if she will," he answered rising to the bait. "I'll wager my team of blacks she begs me to take her back to London before the night's out."

Elysia heard their laughter, and then trembled as she felt the fragile walls of her sanctuary shake as the riders urged their mounts over the fallen tree, and moved off into the trees toward the excited barking of the hounds.

Elysia waited, scarcely breathing as she listened to the retreating hoof beats. Breathlessly, she peered out between the lacy, interwoven fronds, seeing only emptiness in the clearing beyond. At last, they were gone.

Slowly, like a hunted animal, she crawled from the safety of her hole and paused, as if sniffing the air for the scent of an enemy, poised for flight at the first sign of danger. As she made her way through the trees Elysia felt tears of rage and fright well up in her eyes.

Her lips quivered as she thought of herself like some animal being hunted for pleasure. No wonder the villagers kept their young daughters close to their sides when the wild bloods, the fancy London gentlemen, paid their irregular visits to their estates in the country. Attired in their finely cut coats and lacy cravats, jewels glittering from their long white fingers, they demanded, and expected, anything they wanted, causing havoc the few days they took up residence on their country estates. They abused their landlordly rights by browbeating their tenants, and seducing their daughters. From upstairs maid to milk maid — not one comely face was safe from their lust.

And now she, Elysia Demarice, daughter of aristocratic parents, was humiliated and reduced to cowering like a frightened beast afraid for her life. She had to suffer the indignity of being pursued by fun-seeking young bloods from London, out to satisfy their carnal desires. Were she still under the protection of her father's house, they would not dare to approach her; she was their equal — in name and position. Possessing beauty was a liability when one did not have the protection of one's family.

But a far greater outrage, Elysia thought, was her aunt's perfidy. She had sent her out here to the north end of the property, well aware that young Lord Tanner was visiting with a party of his disreputable friends. The possibility of their paths crossing while she innocently searched for acorns, had probably wriggled in the back of Aunt Agatha's mind like a worm in a rotting apple.

Aunt Agatha seemed to derive some sadistic pleasure in reducing her to the lowest level of human existence. What sin had she committed? What gods had she angered to deserve such a fate, Elysia wondered despondently. If only she could turn back the clock and return to happier days. The happier times, the innocence of her childhood — those were the things of which she dreamed.

Elysia slowed her pace, feeling safe as she skirted a field of dumbly grazing sheep, unaware of the burrs and mud clinging to the hem of her dress. She wandered down the stony path, her mind far too preoccupied by other thoughts to see the dark storm clouds gathering to the north, or to feel the wind gaining strength and threatening the colorful autumn leaves on the trees. The wind whipped the hair framing her face into curls of wild disorder and brought color to her pale white cheeks. Elysia clutched her shawl closer about her shoulders as it grew chillier and the cold penetrated her light woolen dress.

Jumping as agilely as a cat onto the wet and slippery stones bridging the gurgling brook, Elysia landed sure-footedly on the bank opposite. She looked towards the large house in the distance. A small copse of sturdy oak partially hid it from her view, but she knew by heart every line of its unwelcoming outline. She had memorized each ugly, gray stone in its walls, every shuttered window and locked door — each was indelibly imprinted upon her mind.

Elysia wished that she could travel on past the old house, passing without a glance of recognition at its unfriendly appearance; but she couldn't. She had lived at Graystone Manor, her aunt's house, since the death of her parents.

How different her life had been before that fateful day. She could never forget the image of her father's sleek new phaeton as it overturned on a sharp curve of the road near their home. The panicked horses raced wildly down the road, dragging the overturned carriage with her helpless parents trapped beneath it.

Their death had left Elysia alone in the world. Without a guardian she had been unable to deal with the affairs of their estate as the army of solicitors and tradesmen descended down upon her like vultures smelling death.

Her father, Charles Demarice, blithely unaware of his fate, had left no will. With his death went the last of the income they had been living on from day to day — money won in gambling. This, added to the inheritance left to her father by his grandmother, had allowed them to live comfortably, if not extravagantly. But now Elysia found, to her dismay, all that was left of that gradually depleted inheritance were the debts to be paid.

Her home would have to be sold, along with the furnishings and their stable of horses. It would be difficult to leave Rose Arbor, the manor house she had known since she had been born; but the thought of parting with her treasured stallion Ariel was too much to bear.

She and her brother Ian had learned how to ride at an early age, and Elysia could mount and ride a horse with a skill few men could equal. She had been taught by her father and Gentle Jims, the family's groom, who seemed to read a horse's mind and had a hand as gentle as a baby's upon the reins. Riding was Elysia's existence, the breath of life to her and she rode like a wild and free spirit of the moors. Ariel was a pure Arabian stallion, sleek and white, his slender tapered legs barely touching the ground as he galloped through the misty mornings with Elysia joyously astride him.

Elysia had known that she had caused considerable talk among the villagers with her escapades. She had heard the gossiping about her, but it was of little concern to her; in fact it had amused her to hear what they had said, especially the self-appointed matriarch of the village, the Widow MacPherson.

"T'isn't natural the way her rides that horse. You wouldn't believe me if I was to tell ye that she talks to that beastie, aye, and by all that is Holy, if he don't understand her too!" she had raved. "I see dark clouds over the horizon. She be a heathen, that one." But Elysia had only laughed as she had listened to the widow's rantings to a wide-eyed audience of avid listeners.

The Widow MacPherson had cautioned the villagers with this ominous prediction during the years that the Demarices had lived in their manor near the village. The villagers began to believe her prophesies when Elysia's brother, an officer in the British navy, was lost at sea only a day after the tragic death of their parents. The villagers cowered behind closed doors as Elysia rode madly through the village at midnight after hearing the news, her long hair streaking behind her, Ariel a white flash of light against the darkness of the night.

That had been the last time Elysia had ridden Ariel. Within the week a relative she had never met arrived at Rose Arbor claiming to be her mother's stepsister. Elysia vaguely remembered her mother telling her that she had lived with a stepsister when she was a young girl. That was all she would tell her. What was in the past was best forgotten, her mother had said sadly, with a look of remembered pain darkening her blue eyes, and it had been the only time Elysia remembered seeing her so unhappy.

Agatha Penwick, a tall, thin woman in her fifties, had taken command of Rose Arbor and all business and financial matters with authoritative efficiency. Her plain, gaunt face, with its long narrow nose and small colorless eyes had a speculative, calculating look as she inspected the house; assessing the value of everything down to the last shilling.

"I am your mother's only living relative, and I believe your father had no one who could take on the responsibility of raising you now," she had said coldly, without a trace of warmth or commiseration in her voice for Elysia's loss. "The proceeds, if any are left after paying off your parents' debts, will serve as payment to me for taking you into a proper home."

Agatha had then proceeded to have auctioned off the family's possessions, pleasing the Demarices' creditors and solicitors. Everyone had been pleased with the results except Elysia, whose wishes had been ruthlessly dismissed as sentimental rubbish.

Elysia had been heartbroken as Agatha coldly dismissed all of the Demarices' faithful servants, most of them having served the family for over thirty years.

"They will have to find new employment. I have no use for them, and furthermore, they are past their prime. Do me no good," she curtly answered Elysia's plea to take them with her to Graystone Manor.

Elysia had tried to reassure them; promising to find them all new positions as soon as she could. But she doubted whether the older servants could find new employers — or would want to. They were ready to retire — only having stayed with the Demarices out of loyalty and love.

The night before she had left Rose Arbor, Bridget, her old nanny, had sat brushing Elysia's long, silky hair as she had done each night since Elysia had been a little girl, a tearful smile on her wrinkled face as she tried to comfort her young charge. "You just take care, Miss Elysia, and don't you fret your pretty little head about me. If you need me — well, you know where I'll be, and even though my niece's place isn't very big, and it's way out in Wales, you'd still be welcomed. You just wait and see, we'll all be together again, little one, just like before, and someday I'll be burping your wee ones like I did you and Ian, God rest his soul."

Elysia had smiled, agreeing with her, but somehow she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Her eyes still filled with tears as she thought of Ariel. Her aunt had sent him to London to be sold at a higher price than they would have gotten in the Northern counties. Elysia had pleaded tearfully with her aunt to allow her to keep him, but she had brushed Elysia's pleas aside contemptuously, saying that she would have little time for riding or playing where she was going.

Elysia's only consolation had been that Gentle Jims had gone to London, where he would seek new employment, and would personally handle Ariel until he was sold. She knew Jims would take care of Ariel, who with the exception of herself and Jims, would allow no one else near him. Elysia had worried about this — afraid that as a one-master horse he would be useless to anyone else. She could only hope that whoever purchased him would be gentle with him and give him the chance to adjust to a new master. It was too much to hope for — that Jims might be able to stay with him and remain his trainer. But Elysia knew that she could never stop worrying about Ariel; nor would she ever be able to forget him.

Graystone Manor was as gloomy and gray as its name implied, Elysia thought, as they drove up the circular drive to the austere entrance of the house. She felt depressed and subdued after the day's journey in silence with her aunt.

That had been two years ago. Elysia's thoughts came back to the present as she stood again, staring up at the gray house that never seemed to change.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Laurie McBain became a publishing phenomenon at age twenty-six with her first historical romance. She is a winner of the Reviewer's Choice Award for Best Historical Romance Author. All of her romances were bestsellers, selling over 11 million copies. Laurie's books have been out of print for over 5 years.

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Devil's Desire 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 38 reviews.
AAR More than 1 year ago
DEVIL'S DESIRE by Laurie McBain is an exciting, thrill ride of historical romance/suspense set in Regency England. It is a reissued work from 1975. It is well written with details, depth, fast paced, twists, turns and thrill ride to be sure. It has romance, deceit, betrayal, passion, spies, smugglers,defiance, stubborn-willful woman, a determined, arrogant man, adventure,intertwined story throughout, colorful characters, and love of country. The hero, Alex, is arrogant, seductive, a rake, considered the Devil himself, lucky at everything he does and about to meet his true love. The heroine, Elysia, is beautiful, penniless, strong willed, independent, hair red gold, and about to meet Alex, the Devil himself and her true love. Alex is bewitched by Elysia. They are throw together a scandal together. Alex determined to marry her for he has ever meet anyone so bewitching. They marry, out necessary for Elysia, but sparks fly, wits matched. What Alex believes is betrayal does and say hurtful things to Elysia, who has fallen in love with him. Things are amidst, as a smuggler ring is close, Elysia's brother who she believes is dead is not. He is actually undercover to capture a French spy. Alex knowing little of Elysia's past, feels betrayed, distance himself from her. Elysia, believes Alex is in love with someone while Alex believes she has a lover.This is a wonderful, compelling story of how to learn to trust, love and find true happiness.This is the first of this author's books I have read, and I will be looking forward to her next. I would highly recommend this book especially if you enjoy a happy ending, adventure, suspense and finding yourself.You will laugh, cry and set on the edge of your seat hoping everything will work out for this wonderfully matched couple. This book was received for review from the publisher and details can be found at Sourcebooks and My Book Addiction and More.
gl More than 1 year ago
In Devil's Desire Laurie McBain is not afraid to have her romantic lead go through a tortuous path of trials and tribulations. It opens with Elysia after she'd been orphaned and been taken advantage of by an aunt that she'd had no previous contact with. As the nonstop abuse is destroying her spirit, Elysia takes matters into her own hands and runs away. Her first attempt at freedom shows how unprepared she is for the world. But she's smart, beautiful and in the right place at the right time - and we all know how that last one is key. Alex, the man she meets during her first adventure has the worst reputation but he takes her under his wing, offers her protection. They're both surprised at how quickly they bond. Although there are obstacles to their happy ever after, such as jealous former mistresses, the usual hurt feelings and misunderstandings, Devil's Desire is a fun romantic escape with its likable characters, plot twists and satisfying ending. I think it's a keeper. ISBN-10: 1402242417 - Paperback Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca; Reprint edition (November 1, 2010), 312 pages. Review copy provided by the publisher.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this as a teen after reading Moonstruck Madness. Once again, I was sucked in by LM's writing. She had such flow and flair. I love her style and stories. My only request is that the publisher would hurry up and publish her full library of books NOW! I wore out my original copies years ago and want to rebuild my collection.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was a great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Devil's Desire is a great book. The story has a steady pacing of the plot so you are glued to the book. I highly recommend it!
sukie More than 1 year ago
Laurie McBain is the ultimate romance writer.  She defined the genre for me in my teens.  I didn't have YA novels in the 1980's that were geared toward my immature ideals of love and romance.  This woman created exciting, thrilling novels full of romance, intrigue and history.  Every single book she created is just as good as the next.  I laughed when I saw a review that explained why they didn't like the book.  ie.  too complicated or he was too mean....  That was the fun of the book, seeing a proud and arrogant man brought down by this beautiful and tragic heroine.  It is the ultimate Cinderella story but waaaaay better!   All I can say is that I am not a personal friend of this author's and have been devastated that she did not continue her career as a writer, since I am a devoted fan and still have all of her books, some of them first editions that I will keep til the day I die (and I still read every once in a while)  She is my Jane Austen, the writer I compare all other writers to.
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I have read this book no less than 25 times. It is fantastic! I read it whenever I feel sad or in need of a good love story.
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