Lady of Desire (Knight Miscellany Series #4)

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With the smashing success of Lord of Fire and Lord of Ice, Gaelen Foley has confirmed her place as one of historical romance’s hottest talents. Now with Lady of Desire, a sizzling tale in which a fiery young temptress tames the king of thieves, she delivers her most enthralling–and smoldering–novel yet. . . .

Impetuous Lady Jacinda Knight is the daughter of a scandalous woman. Though society predicts she’ll follow in her mother’s footsteps, the spirited beauty stands unashamed ...

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Overview

With the smashing success of Lord of Fire and Lord of Ice, Gaelen Foley has confirmed her place as one of historical romance’s hottest talents. Now with Lady of Desire, a sizzling tale in which a fiery young temptress tames the king of thieves, she delivers her most enthralling–and smoldering–novel yet. . . .

Impetuous Lady Jacinda Knight is the daughter of a scandalous woman. Though society predicts she’ll follow in her mother’s footsteps, the spirited beauty stands unashamed of her passionate nature. Then one night, in flight from a safe but loveless marriage arranged by her strict older brother, Jacinda finds herself alone on a dark and dangerous street face-to-face with Billy Blade, the notorious leader of a band of thieves. His stolen kisses awaken in her a longing for a man she can never possess.

A handsome scoundrel running from a secret past, Billy Blade has never met a woman like Jacinda–her fiery innocence and blossoming sensuality set his rebel’s heart ablaze. Having turned his back on the privilege and power of his tyrannical father’s house years before, he vows to return to his rightful place and reclaim his title, Earl of Rackford–to win the love of the ravishing beauty who has stolen his heart . . .

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Fourth in Foley's Regency-era Knight family series (Lord of Ice, etc.), this tantalizing tale offers a glimpse of a world that historical romance authors rarely acknowledge-the slums and back alleys of London. Lady Jacinda Knight, a spoiled and sheltered beauty, defies her eldest brother and guardian by running away to avoid an arranged marriage. She makes it as far as a coaching inn before she falls prey to a young purse-snatcher. Not one to concede defeat, Jacinda chases him into an alley and winds up in the middle of a turf war between rival gangs of thieves. Hard-bitten Billy Blade, a troubled Robin Hood-like figure who's not quite what he seems, takes an ungrateful Jacinda back to her brothers but not before they share a heated kiss. The two eventually meet again when Billy is forced to reunite with his abusive father and reclaim his title as Earl of Rackford, but her desire for independence clashes with his resolve to make her his wife. It's hard to believe that the pampered aristocrat would find Billy worthy of her attentions, but his irreverent charm and innate sense of justice will quickly endear him to readers. Despite the book's title, Billy is the true star here, and his transformation from street-wise rebel into high society rake is full of light humor, lively surprises and tender moments. (Jan. 3) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780804119740
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/1/2003
  • Series: Knight Miscellany Series , #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 465,996
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.85 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Bestselling author Gaelen Foley is a National Reader’s Choice Award winner, two-time winner of the Golden Leaf, and recipient of the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best First Historical Romance. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two spoiled bichons frises, where she is hard at work on her next novel in the Knight family series. Readers can write to her at P.O. Box 522, South Park, PA, 15129, or e-mail her via her Web site at www.gaelenfoley.com.
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London, 1816

The hackney coach rumbled under the arched stone passage and rolled to a halt in the torchlit innyard, but even before the driver could throw the brake, let alone descend to assist his solitary passenger, the door swung open and she jumped out—a tempestuous, tousle-headed eighteen-year-old with the fire of rebellion in her dark eyes.

Sans maid, sans chaperon, Lady Jacinda Knight thrust the carriage door shut behind her with a satis- fying slam. She turned, shrugged her leather satchel higher onto her shoulder, and passed a simmering glance over the galleried coaching inn with its double tier of white-painted balustrades as a pair of postboys dashed out to assist her.

“My luggage, please,” she ordered, heedless of them gawking at her slender figure wrapped in a ruby velvet redingote with rich sable fur at collar and cuffs. She paid the coachman, then marched across the cobbled yard, her guinea-gold corkscrew curls bouncing with her every determined stride.

At the threshold of the busy inn, she paused, warily scanning the motley assortment of bickering, rumpled travelers. A child squalled on his mother’s hip; plain, rustic-looking folk dozed on chairs and benches waiting for their stagecoaches to depart. A drunkard was making a nuisance of himself in one corner, while a beggar boy had crept in to escape the damp chill and huddled near the crackling hearth.

Lifting her chin a trifle self-consciously, she proceeded into the long room among what her count- less wellborn beaux would have called “the Great Unwashed.” She felt their stares following her, some rude, some merely curious. She noticed a man squinting at her feet as she passed and realized that beneath the long hem of her coat, her gold satin dancing slippers were visible.

She gave him a scowl that suggested he mind his own business and yanked the fur-trimmed hem over her toes. Doing her best to keep her feet tucked out of sight, she strode to the high wooden counter, where the booking agent sat ignoring the lobby’s chaos, safely hidden behind a crinkled copy of the London Times. Above him hung a chalkboard scrawled with a timetable of arrivals and departures, fares and destinations.

Jacinda tugged briskly at her gloves and hoped she looked like she knew what she was doing. “Yes, excuse me, I require passage to Dover.”

“Stage leaves at two,” he grunted without lowering his paper.

Her eyes widened at such rude, poor service. “You misapprehend me, sir. I wish to hire a post chaise.”

This got his attention, for only the wealthy could afford to hire the yellow-painted private carriages. He peered over his paper, then heaved up out of his chair and slouched over to attend her just as the two post-boys came laboring in under her hastily packed traveling trunks. The booking agent plucked his quill pen out of the inkpot and wiped his nose with ink-stained fingers. “Destination?”

“Dover,” she repeated crisply. “How soon can the chaise be made ready?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the dusty wall-clock, then shrugged. “Twenty minutes.”

“I shall want four horses and two postilions.”

“It’ll cost ye extra.”

“It does not signify.” Absently pulling her small leather money purse out of her satchel, she hurried to tip the postboys.

The booking agent’s eyes glazed over as he stared at her purse, plump with gold guineas and bright silver crowns and shillings. His quill pen hovered over the blank waybill, his whole demeanor improving at once. “Ahem, my lady’s name?”

“Smith,” she lied evenly. “Miss. Jane. Smith.”

He glanced around for her chaperon, footman, or maid, of which, for once in her life, praise heaven, she had none. He raised his scraggly eyebrows. “Will Miss Smith be traveling alone, then?”

She lifted her chin a notch. “Quite so.”

His dubious look alarmed her. Holding his gaze like a seasoned gamester, Jacinda slid a few coins across his desk. Pursing his mouth, he pocketed them with no further questions, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then the booking agent entered her alias in his logbook and copied it onto the waybill. This done, he pointed with his quill pen to her two traveling trunks piled behind her. “That all your baggage, Miss, er, Smith?”

She nodded, laying her gloved hand oh-so-casually over the gilt-tooled coat of arms emblazoned near the clasp. Hiding her family crest from his view, she waited until he bent his head again to continue filling out the waybill, for if he saw it, she knew that no bribe would be sufficient to dissuade him from sending back to Almack’s for her tribe of formidable elder brothers, who would come rushing to drag her home in a trice. Aiding and abetting her escape, after all, was akin to crossing all five of the Knight brothers, a blunder no man in the realm dared make; but Jacinda refused to be thwarted. She was going to Dover and thence to Calais, and no one was going to stop her.

Soon the booking agent had collected her payment and had sent the lads out to ready the chaise. While they bore her trunks away to be loaded into the boot, she paced restlessly in the lobby, nearly jumping out of her skin each time the tinny horn blew, announcing another stagecoach’s arrival or departure.

Since she had a bit of a wait, she sat down on the bench by the wall beneath the candle-branch. Loosening the ribbons of her bonnet, she reached into her satchel and pulled out her beloved, well-worn copy of Lord Byron’s The Corsair to read a bit while she waited. She tried to lose herself in the romance of the dashing outlaw, but she could not concentrate with the excitement of her adventure racing through her veins.

Nervously, she checked her travel documents one more time, securely tucked between the pages of the book, while memories of her Continental tour danced through her head. Two years ago, her straitlaced eldest brother and main guardian, Robert, the duke of Hawkscliffe, had been assigned to the British delegation at the Congress of Vienna. He had taken his wife, Bel; Jacinda; and her companion, Lizzie, with him on the trip to enjoy the lavish festivities celebrating the end of the war. With Napoleon locked away at last, it had been safe again to tour the Continent. Robert had led them on a roundabout course to the Austrian capital, visiting some of the most important and beautiful cities of Europe along the way—and at each one, a whole new crop of charming young gentlemen to flirt with, she thought in wicked pleasure. What fun it had been—though blind Cupid, devil take him, had continually missed her heart with his golden arrows. Of all the places she had seen, Paris, the city her mother had loved, had been holy ground to Jacinda.

Soon, she thought dreamily, she would be in Paris again, among her mother’s glamorous friends of the decimated French aristocracy. At last, she would be free. By heaven, she would not stay here and be forced to marry Lord Griffith, no matter how perfect he was or how advantageous the match, for their families’ lands adjoined each other in the northern wilds of Cumberland; no matter, even, that he was the only man her brothers unanimously trusted to become her husband, their friend from boyhood days and on through Eton and Oxford.

A handsome, sophisticated man of nearly forty, Ian Prescott, the marquess of Griffith, was possessed of a cool, steady temperament that was just the thing, her brothers had decided, to balance her “youthful passions” and “headstrong ways.” For his part, Ian was tranquilly prepared to marry her whenever she was deemed ready and willing, but Jacinda refused to be given in holy matrimony to one who was not her love, not her soul mate, but a man she thought of as an extra brother—yet another skilled, patient guardian who would gently tell her what to do, make all her decisions for her, try to buy her obedience with expensive baubles, and treat her like a pretty little fool.

Tonight at Almack’s, in the hopes that it was the one place she would not dare make a scene, Robert had told her that after her recent bit of mischief at Ascot, the much-anticipated match between their two powerful families must no longer be delayed. The negotiations for her marriage settlement were almost finished, he had said, and tomorrow they would set the wedding date. She had been nothing less than shocked.

The problem with her brothers was that they were a hundred times too protective and could not take a joke where she was concerned. It had been nothing but harmless fun, that day at the horse races, she thought innocently.

Informed of her fate, however, she had instantly realized drastic action was in order. There was no reasoning with Robert when he got that holier-than-thou look in his eyes. His wrathful gaze and rum- bling tone had reminded her afresh that he was not merely the starchy, lovable eldest brother whom she had cheerfully tormented throughout her childhood; he was also one of the most powerful men in England, an imperious, august personage whom even the prince regent found intimidating. So, she had slipped out of Almack’s; run all the way home; hastily packed her things; and whistled for the first hackney that came rolling down St. James’s Street around the corner from her home, the imposing Knight House on Green Park.

“Spare a penny, m’um?”

Startled out of her thoughts by a small, timid voice, she looked up from her traveling documents and instantly suffered a pang of compassion. Before her stood the bedraggled street urchin who, earlier, had been crouching by the hearth fire. The child stared at her imploringly, his small, grimy hand held out in hopeful expectation. He looked about nine years old. His puppy-dog eyes were huge and brown, his little face smudged with dirt. His filthy clothes, little more than rags, hung off of his bony frame like a scarecrow’s. His grimy feet were bare. Her heart clenched.

Poor, miserable pup.

“Please, m’um?” The pitiful thing shivered and sent a furtive glance over his shoulder at the booking agent, as though afraid of being noticed and thrown off the premises.

“Of course, my dear,” she murmured tenderly, opening her satchel at once. She pulled out her embarrassingly fat change purse and picked out three shiny gold guineas—then a fourth. It was as much as she could spare with the long and costly journey to France ahead of her.

The boy stared, wide-eyed, at the small fortune of gleaming coins, but made no move to take it, as though he didn’t dare.

Her gaze softened at his mistrust. Clearly, the child had known little of kindness. Loosely holding her money purse in her left hand, she held out her right, offering him the coins. “Go on, take it,” she coaxed gently, “it’s all right—”

Suddenly his grubby hand shot out and snatched her money purse. He bolted off across the lobby in an instant, her coin purse clutched tightly to his chest. Her jaw dropped. For a second, she could only stand there in shock, left holding nothing but the four gold coins she had meant to give to him. Sheer outrage exploded through her veins.

“Stop, thief!”

Nobody paid her the slightest attention, and it was altogether possible that this shocked her even more than the theft.

Her eyes narrowed to blazing slashes. “Right!” she muttered under her breath. Slinging her satchel over her shoulder lest it be stolen, too, she dashed out after the little pilferer herself. A moment later, she burst out into the clammy April night and saw the boy pounding across the sprawling innyard.

“You, sirrah! Stop this instant!”

She heard a trail of triumphant laughter as the scamp flashed out of sight around the corner of the inn- yard’s enclosing wall. He was as quick as a cat, apparently accustomed to fleeing for his life. She picked up her skirts and raced after him over the dewy cobbles, but she might as well have been barefoot, for her dancing slippers were instantly soaked and torn.

Her untied bonnet fell off and went tumbling down her back. She left it where it lay and flung around the high brick wall. There was a fortune in that purse. Without it, her plans were a shambles.

She saw him racing up Drury Lane. “Come back here, you little savage!” Dodging an arriving stagecoach, she kept her gaze fixed on the child, pouring on all the speed she could rally, her satchel bumping against her side.

Insolent as brass, the pickpocket glanced over his shoulder and saw her gaining on him. Taking evasive action, he ducked into a dingy side street, but Jacinda would not be shaken, heedlessly following him deeper and deeper into a maze of dark lanes and cramped, twisting alleyways, for it was a matter of pride now. She would not be gulled and robbed blind by a mere street arab. Not after the night she was having.

Giving chase with the same stubborn determination that had earned her a reputation as a sportswoman of superior skill at riding to the hounds, she ignored each pounding jolt to her knees and hollered after him again like a fishmonger’s wife, her breath beginning to strain against her light stays. “Don’t you know you could be hanged for this, you little heathen?”

He ignored her, weaving nimbly through a series of narrow, twisting passageways into the seedy back alleys toward Covent Garden Market. Here piles of litter crawling with rats lined the cramped brick walls, but Jacinda barely noticed them, all her focus trained on her wily quarry.

Malnourished as he was, the boy soon began to tire. Urged on by imminent victory, Jacinda poured on a fresh burst of speed, her fingertips grazing him. He glanced wildly over his shoulder. Surging forward, she caught him suddenly, seizing the back of his filthy coat collar.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2008

    DEFINITELY Not Foley's Best

    Jacinda Knight has suffered the protection of her five overbearing brothers her whole life. When she is informed by the eldest, Robert Knight (from The Duke) that she is be wed to a family friend she makes the decision to run away to Paris and become a woman of her own means. But her plans are foiled when she is pickpocketed. She chases the scrawny urchin through the city and winds up in the slums of St. Giles Rookery. She finds herself in the midst of a gang war between The Firehawks and The Jackals. It is here that she meets Billy Blade. They share one stormy kiss before Billy returns her to her brother Lucien Knight (from Lord of Fire). Billy is not at all what he seems. He hides a terrifying past. As a child, and the son of a Marquess, Billy suffered terrible abuse at the hands of his father. At the age of thirteen he runs away from home and decides to make a new life for himself in the fast paced city of London. Over the years Billy builds up a reputation for being the protector of the weak in the Rookery. His gang, the Firehawks, work to fend off a dangerous rival gang, the Jackals. One night, while attempting to break into an aristocrat's home, Billy and his men are arrested and thrown into prison. The only possible way to avoid the noose is for Billy to use his influence as the son of a Marquess to save both his neck, and those of his friends. With his secret identity revealed Billy, Lord Rackford, is forced back into the life he loathes, that of the ton. It is here that he is reunited with Lady Jacinda, whose wanton kisses he has never been able to forget. If you've never read anything by Gaelen Foley before you'll definitely enjoy this book. However, if you have read the other books from the Knight Miscellany odds are you will find yourself disappointed. I certainly did. Billy Blade started out as a shockingly exciting rogue that had me swooooooooning, absolutely FANTASTIC! However, the fantasy does not last. Upon his return to society Lady Jacinda seeks to 'civilize' him. In the process of schooling him in the ways of etiquette Jacinda turns him into a '...damned dancing bear...' I was outraged with Foley. Billy Blade was a fascinating character, whereas Lord Rackford is completely whipped by Jacinda. In my opinion, this book is the weakest of the Knight Miscellany. But this series is beyond wonderful so in truth, Lady of Desire is not that terrible of a book. It has its entertaining moments but in comparison to her other work I found it decidedly lacking.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2005

    I fell in love with Billy Blades immediatly

    This book was so good I read it in 2 days and was so sad when it was over. Billy's story was so touching and I loved Jacinda's strength. Their romance was one of my favorites.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2005

    awesome

    Well I have to say that this book is really good at first I didnt think id like it but I love it now. Sometimes I find myself bursting out in laughter cause of the things that go on. This morning something funney happend when I read it and hit my head on my wood blinds that just happend to be open over my head when I laughed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2004

    Very very good

    this book is great and hard to put down and i recommend it to readers who enjoy historical romance

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2004

    Lady of Desire

    In this fourth installment of Gaelen Foley's Knight family series, Lady Jacinda Knight, youngest of the Knight family runs from home, only to find herself in the middle of a gang war in the seedy underbelly of 1816 London. When Jacinda finds herself rescued by none other than the criminal world's swarthy leader, Billy Blade, her world turns upside down. Running from a marriage she doesn't want, and the fear of becoming a 'fallen' woman like her mother, Jacinda finds herself thrust back into the world she was running from. When the presumed dead Earl of Rackford shows up the ton, Jacinda is taken off guard to realize the most eligible gentleman in her upper class world, is none other than the rookery thief who leaves her slightly weak in the knees. Jacinda spends the novel turning Rackford into a gentleman, while Rackford turns Jacinda into a scandalous heroine. Though most series tend to decline after the first few titles, Foley packs a massive punch with this wonderful novel. Readers will sympathize with Jacinda, while falling head over heels for the thieving Earl. Nearly impossible to believe, with the impression Foley left on the romance world after Lord of Fire and Lord of Ice, this book is just as good, if not better than its predecessors. With the fifth book in the series due out in early 2004, one can only wonder what Foley has up her sleeve next.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2003

    Perfect!!!

    This is the first book I have ever read from Ms. Foley and it will not be the last. Jacinda is one of my favorite heroines. She is so head-strong and I love the way that Rackford dealt with her. His secret past gives the book an excellent line to follow. His characterization was not what I expected, however, it was not unpleasant. I expected him to be more tougher, rougher. But he was in some respects and in others, he was not. A perfect character. Just the right mix of everything. This will not be my last Ms. Foley book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2003

    A lady of desire and a hotty for a guy

    Well, as we all know i must adore gaelen foley for her writing or i wouldn't be writing this!!! i would like to say that this book is a good one. I didn't enjoy it as much as the others, but i think that is because i realli didn't have much in common with lady jacinda knight, but enough about me lets talk about this book here :). This is a wonderful romantic pick i would encourage anyone to try and read. In fact her books are soooo wonderful you need to get them all!!! Jacinda is one of her best heroines yet, and "Billy" is one of the hottest heroes in any of her books. this book makes you want to sigh at every kiss and almost scream with extacy yourself for the wonderful plot and romantic scenes. i have just one thing to say to mrs. gaelen foley, my lord this was a good book keep it up. don't let anyone discourage you, especially a 14 year old like me... lol :). see ya, sloane :) ;) ;)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2003

    Absolutely the best !!!!!!!!!!!!!

    This series as been so much fun and so heartfelt. I can not wait for the next one. I am so over the top fascinated with the Knight clan everybook so far has left laughing and crying all at the same time for a good hour after I put down....Keep on writing and I will keep on buying.....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2003

    Great reading!

    Lady Jacinda Knight is too headstrong and willful to blindly obey her brother and assent to an unwanted arranged marriage. On the run from her life, she is waylaid by a purse snatcher, but as previously noted, she is an uncommon miss, and rather than having vapors, pursues the thief. This leads her to encounter dashing Billy Blade, notorious robber, and have a kiss stolen in addition to her purse. She is then returned to her brother. ....... Someone else makes a return to society shortly thereafter. Billy Blade is "put to death" to be replaced by his true identity, the Earl of Rackford. As a proper gentleman, he is able to court Lady Jacinda, but even though she sees him for who he really is, the thief who stole her heart, the path ahead of them is not so simple. ....... ***** Sparkling wit and high adventure mark this unique tale. In another lifetime, Jacinda and Billy might be Marion and Robin, though they would be cast by people from different eras. Jacinda is more like the Marion of the recent Robin of Sherwood series on BBC television, while Billy would well be played by Errol Flyn, a wickedly good hero. Though the fourth in a series, you will not be lost if this is where you begin. You will also be treated to a few rare historical insights, as this is based upon a true story. *****

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    delightful Regency romance

    In 1816 teenager Lady Jacinda Knight, daughter of the infamous ¿Hawkscliff Harlot¿, refuses to marry Lord Griffith since he is not her soulmate. Instead, Jacinda chooses to flee to Paris. However, while waiting passage, an urchin steals her purse. Jacinda gives chase and ends up in hiding while a gang war occurs in a rundown part of London. Not long afterward, one of the gang leaders Billy Blade catches Jacinda. Billy finds himself attracted to the compassionate and unconventional beauty and she realizes the notorious chief of thieves is all she desires. As Billy decides to go straight and claim his aristocratic title as an earl to win her hand, he must contend with his rivals who now know his weakness is that of the heart. Gaelen Foley¿s latest Regency romance is an exciting tale starring two delightful incomaprables. The story line is action-packed with two distinct settings that both bring out the key characteristics of the lead duo. Though the novel would have caused more of a refreshing stir as a star-crossed dilemma if Billy was just what he first seems, a reprobate, readers will find much positive about LADY OF DESIRE as is the case with all of Ms. Foley¿s historicals. Harriet Klausner

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