My Fair Mistress [NOOK Book]

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He drives a hard bargain, but the pleasure is all hers.

London financier Rafe Pendragon has a reputation for ruthlessness, and exotic beauty Julianna Hawthorne is determined to clear the debt her brother owes him. Captivated by Rafe’s virile good looks, weakened by his intoxicating mix of danger and sensuality, Julianna boldly agrees to Rafe’s shocking terms: six months as ...
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My Fair Mistress

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Overview

He drives a hard bargain, but the pleasure is all hers.

London financier Rafe Pendragon has a reputation for ruthlessness, and exotic beauty Julianna Hawthorne is determined to clear the debt her brother owes him. Captivated by Rafe’s virile good looks, weakened by his intoxicating mix of danger and sensuality, Julianna boldly agrees to Rafe’s shocking terms: six months as his mistress. As Rafe’s intense green eyes pierce her body and set it afire, Julianna can only imagine what emotions his kiss may unleash.

Surrendering to the pleasures of seduction and carnal delight, Rafe never anticipated that love would be the cost of his bargain. When he realizes that a vindictive enemy may harm Julianna should their clandestine liaison be exposed, Rafe must choose between loving her and protecting her. To save his fair mistress, Rafe must risk what he has already lost: his heart.

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Publishers Weekly

Warren's latest Regency is the lighthearted tale of Lady Julianna Hawthorne, a young and beautiful widow, whose brother, a profligate gambler, is in danger of losing the family estate to financier Rafe Pendragon. To forgive his debt, Julianna strikes a deal with Rafe, agreeing to become his mistress for six months. As time wears on, Julianna finds herself unexpectedly falling for the ruthless businessman, and even more unexpectedly heartbroken when he must separate himself from her, lest she become the target of his villainous, spiteful half-brother, Viscount St. George. An unpredictable villain capable of real harm, St. George is a menacing standout among a lackluster supporting cast; similarly disappointing dialogue between Rafe and Julianna doesn't get far beyond the expository, but their overwhelming chemistry should keep romance readers hooked. Warren's attempt at creating a world beyond her lovers may fail, but the three principles create enough drama to keep the pages turning. (Nov.)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345502445
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/30/2007
  • Series: Mistress Trilogy Series , #1
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 102,714
  • File size: 527 KB

Meet the Author

Tracy Anne Warren is the author of the Husband Trap, Wife Trap, and Wedding Trap trilogy. After working for a number of years in finance, she quit her day job to pursue her first love–writing romance novels. Warren lives in Maryland with a trio of exuberant young Siamese rescue cats and windows full of gorgeous orchids and African violets. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, watching movies, and dreaming up the characters for her next book. Visit her website at tracyannewarren.com.

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Chapter One

London 1812

The rented hackney rolled to a stop. Lady Julianna Hawthorne leaned forward and stared out the carriage window, surprised by what she found. Instead of the average, unremarkable row home she’d been expecting, an imposing townhouse rose upward, its three stories nearly blocking out sight of the cloudless blue sky above. Clean and genteel, the Georgian residence boasted an elegant stone façade, a fine green iron railing, and a bright white door that appeared recently painted.

Perhaps the driver has mistaken the address, she mused. Surely this beautiful home could not belong to the man she had come to see. Hand trembling, she reached into her silk reticule and drew out a small square of paper inked with the financier’s direction.

36 Bloomsbury Square.

Her gaze flashed back to the townhouse—the numbers three and six plainly displayed next to each other on the door.

Her heart sank. No, there was no mistake. Whether she liked it or not, this must indeed be the villain’s abode.

She passed the driver a generous handful of coins, with the promise of more to come to ensure he would still be waiting once her business inside was concluded. In a quiet, residential neighborhood such as this, finding another hackney cab would be all but impossible. And she hadn’t dared take her own private coach, the one with her late husband’s family crest prominently emblazoned on the side. No one, absolutely no one of her acquaintance, must ever know she’d been to this place.

Before she had a chance to change her mind and let fear send her scurrying back home like some timid brown mouse, she forced herself to alight from the carriage.

She paused, brushing a nervous hand over the folds of her warm woolen pelisse and the cerise satin day dress underneath. Knowing she couldn’t afford to delay further, she forced her feet to action. Climbing the stairs, she lifted the knocker and gave two smart raps.

At length the door opened on a set of silent, well-oiled hinges. Hard black eyes peered down at her out of a long, brutish face. As a woman of diminutive stature, Julianna was well used to craning her neck backward in order to look up at men. But this man, this towering mountain of flesh, was the tallest human being she’d ever seen. He reminded her of a tree. A very large, very dense oak that grew in the deepest, oldest woodlands.

But it was the gruesome, crescent-shaped scar bisecting his left cheek from temple to jaw that made her gasp, saliva drying in her mouth.

“Yeah? What d’ye wants?” he demanded, his bass voice as scary as the rest of him.

Her tongue, usually one of her most nimble allies, lay limp behind her teeth, failing to come to her aid.

The brute scowled harder as she fought for composure.

On a sharp inhale, she made herself begin. “I—I have come to speak with Mr. Rafe Pendragon. Might you be he, sir?”

Merciful God, she prayed, let this not be him.

The Tree scowled harder, thick black brows scrunching like a pair of angry caterpillars on his smooth, bald pate. “Dragon’s busy and he don’t have no time for no morts today, however tasty they might look. Take it somewhere else, ducky.”

Then, in the most appalling display of rudeness she’d ever encountered, he slammed the door in her face.

Shivering from shock, she stood immobile, the cold February air creeping in and around her skirts. She drew her pelisse closer.

What was it that brute had said? Something about tasty morts. What on earth was a mort? If it was what she suspected—affront rushed through her, erasing the worst of her chill.

And he’d called her ducky. Ducky!

Lips tight, teeth clenched, she raised her gloved hand and knocked again.

The door opened, the Tree reappearing. “What now? Don’t yer ears work? Told you already The Dragon ain’t interested.”

Drawing herself up as tall and straight as her five feet one inch would allow, she raised her chin.

“My good man,” she declared, speaking in an aristocratic tone that would have made her late father beam with pride, “you have obviously made some sort of mistake. My name is Lady Julianna Hawthorne and I have a pressing matter of business to discuss with your master. Pray give him this and inform him that I await him directly.”

Using her most formal manners, she extended a small white calling card engraved with her name.

Fingers the size of sausages reached out and took the delicate rectangle of paper in their grasp. He barely glanced at it, leaving her to wonder if the oaf could read. Crushing the card inside his hand, he began to close the door. But before he could manage the deed, she raced forward and slipped inside.

“I’ll wait here,” she stated, taking up a defensive stance in the middle of the attractively tiled foyer. “You may go find Mr. Pendragon.” The huge man raked her with an appraising look, grudging admiration twinkling in his dark eyes. “Yer a pushy bit o’ baggage, ain’t ye?”

On a booted heel, he turned away and disappeared down the hallway.

Trembling anew at her bold actions, Julianna released a shaky sigh. As a lady born and bred, it wasn’t often she had to assert herself in such an overt fashion. Had the circumstances been less dire, she knew she would not have possessed the courage. Had the circumstances been less dire, she would never have come to this house in the first place.

But desperate times, as the saying went, called for desperate measures. Her family’s welfare was at stake, and no matter the cost, she meant to save it.

The Tree soon returned, his footsteps amazingly quiet for a man of his enormity.

“He says you can go in.” The giant poked a thumb over one brawny shoulder. “Left door, end o’ the hall.”

A properly trained servant would have escorted her to the room, and announced her to his master as custom dictated. But there was nothing remotely proper about this great lummox, who swung around, opened a hidden panel in a nearby wall, and vanished, presumably belowstairs.

Julianna drew in another lungful of air and braced herself for the confrontation ahead. If the master was anything like his servant, she was in for a truly loathsome ordeal.

The Dragon.

She remembered how her brother Harry’s voice had shaken as he’d spoken the name, as he’d drunkenly confessed to her a few nights ago how he’d placed himself in the financier’s power.

“I’m sorry, Jules,” he’d moaned, brown eyes moist with unshed tears and shame. “I’ve let you down. I’ve let us all down. I know I shouldn’t have touched the money, but a man’s got to keep up appearances.”

“What kind of appearances? And what money?” She frowned for a long, thoughtful moment. “Surely you don’t mean the loan for improving the home farm? Tell me you didn’t risk all that money playing cards?”

He hung his head. “Well no, not all of it, at least not at first. I gambled a bit—all the fellows do—but there were other things as well.”

“What other things?”

He hesitated, plainly reluctant to continue. “There was a girl. Prettiest little opera dancer I’ve ever seen. She . . . um . . . she had a marked partiality for diamond bracelets.”

Julianna tightened her lips but somehow remained silent.

“The blunt didn’t seem so much at first,” Harry continued. “A bit here, a bit there. I thought I could pay it all back once the profits from the fall harvest came through. But the crop didn’t fare as well as it should have this year, and I kept waiting for my luck to turn at the tables. Just one more hand, I kept thinking, and I’ll win.”

“But you didn’t.”

He shook his head, his face white except for a pair of ruddy streaks across his cheekbones. “The loan came due at the bank and I had to pay. A man has his honor to consider, don’t you know.”

“So you took out another loan. From this Dragon person I presume.”

Harry’s shoulders tightened. “At least he’s not a cent-per-center. I’m not so far gone in the head as to traffic with one of them. The new loan is fair, even if the interest rate is a bit higher than the bank.”

“If this Pendragon person is a fair man, then why not ask for an extension? Surely he can be persuaded to see reason.”

“I said the deal was fair, I didn’t say Pendragon was. He’s as hard and ruthless as they come. There’ll be no extensions.”

Her brother paused, drawing in a trembling, terrified breath. “If I don’t pay up by the end of the month, the estate will be forfeit. I’ll have no choice except to sell.”

“Oh, Harry,” she gasped, raising a horrified hand to her lips.

“And there won’t be any money for Maris’s come out next month,” he admitted. “ ’Course it might not matter if we’re broke, what with the size of her dowry. Thank God father set it up so I couldn’t touch her portion or there’s no telling to what depths I might have sunk.”

He rubbed a distraught hand over his face. “Plague take me, Jules, what am I to do? Perhaps I ought to put a bullet between my eyes and have done with it.”

She grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look at her. “There will be no talk of that. Killing yourself is not the answer and you are never to think of it again, do you hear me? You’re our brother and Maris and I love you, no matter if you’ve made an admittedly dreadful mistake. We’ll think of a way out. I’ll think of a way out. There has to be a reasonable solution.”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2011

    One of my favorite

    Couldn't put it down

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  • Posted March 21, 2013

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    This is perhaps one of my favorite books by Tracy Anne Warren.

    This is perhaps one of my favorite books by Tracy Anne Warren. In fact, I believe this was the first book that I have read from her and she has become one of my auto-buy authors ever since. I have probably read this book about 5 times and I just love it. It's like every time I read it, I get sucked into the romance between Rafe and Julianna.


    The way Miss Warren weaves in romance, love and lust in the book is believable in a sense that as a reader, you would think that this kind of situation would really happen in reality. I love how both characters grow in this story - most especially Julianna. She starts off as a very proper, sort of insecure widow and becomes this independent and strong woman. Although there is still a bit of damsel in distress in her, it is not as pronounced as other heroines I have read. Her ultimate devastation when Rafe leaves her is typically a reaction and again very believable. I can feel her anguish and to be honest, I always shed a tear when I get to this part no matter how many times I read it.


    When they are forced to marry, I love how Miss Warren wrote in Julianna's initial reaction. Julianna tries to show indifference to Rafe. Of course, she still loves him but she does show how hurt she is from what he did.


    I also love the hero, Rafe. Personally, I love reading about "rags to riches" heroes and Rafe is one of them. Rafe is also mentioned in other books (and I think other series) as one of the financiers that the gentlemen trust and use. He starts of an uncaring, self-centered rogue. Later in the story, you see him develop into a hero worthy of Julianna's love. I love how Ms. Warren wrote in his back story, how we the readers are slowly introduced to why Rafe is as uncaring as he is and we get to understand the reason why he left Julianna.


    All in all this is a very enjoyable read that I love to read again (and I have been re-reading it). Perhaps when I have a chance, I would get a print copy of this book and perhaps have it signed by Miss Warren.


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  • Posted October 26, 2012

    AWESOME BOOK!!!

    could not put it down.. after reading her first book, I had to read them all!!! All were wonderful! Can't wait for her next book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2012

    Excellent read!

    Like all of Tracy Anne Warrens' books, this is another hit. excellent story line & pace. I highly recomend.

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  • Posted October 10, 2011

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    STEAMY!!! Oh, my.

    When Julianna Hawthorne Hears that her brother has mortgaged his home and lands to a moneylender named The Dragon she knows she needs to fix things but she doesn't have the ten thousand pounds he owes. Yet, being the dutiful big sister she is Julianna visits this Dragon to see if she can possibly fix his mess.

    Rafe Pendragon, better known as Dragon, is astonished when the beauty walks though his door to bargain with him. Rafe had no idea that their were sisters who would do something like this with no recompense for themselves. Yet, he can't possibly give in - the Dragon is not compassionate. So he agrees to forfeit the debt in return for Julianna becoming his mistress for six months - something no lady would agree to.

    However, Rafe misjudged his opponent and is now trapped in his own deal.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2007

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    Ms. Warren is a writer who know's what you want from a a great romance novel. I've read all her books to date and love everyone of them. I've even reread them several times. Her characters and storylines keep you going through the whole book. No let downs! Ever!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    This is a terrific Regency romance

    In 1812 London Lord Harry Hawthorne confesses to his widow sister Julianna that he has made a mess of their lives he gambled and lost a fortune and admits he has nothing for their younger sister Maris¿ coming out gala. Instead he owes ruthless financier Rafe ¿Dragon¿ Pendragon a ton of money that is due.------------ Julianna visits the Dragon in his lair to persuade him to give them more time. Rafe counters with an offer of the debt paid in full by her being his willing mistress for six months. He expects the prim and proper lady to be outraged, faking a swoon, and walking out angrily instead she accepts his daring terms to his shock. Both are quickly stunned by the passion of their lovemaking as neither has felt like this before. As each realizes without telling the other that they are in love, his enemy plots to use her to destroy him.-------------- Although the underlying theme has been used a zillion times especially in the Regency sub-genre, Tracy Anne Warren displays her talent by making it so fresh that MY FAIR MISTRESS seems like the first novel to employ a rogue using a debt to buy a mistress. The story line is fast-paced and smoothly converts from an illicit love affair into a caring love affair and finally into protecting one¿s beloved at risk to one¿s self. This is a terrific Regency romance with two ¿Mistress¿ tales to follow.------ Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2007

    My Fair Mistress is my favorite!

    Wow! What a WONDERFUL book. It totally deserves the Romantic Times¿s Top Pick 4 ½ stars review it received recently! I was lucky enough to get the chance to read an advance copy and couldn¿t put it down! The story is filled with love, romance and adventure and immediately draws the reader in with a sexy hero, an admirably independent heroine and a really rotten villain. Romance books don¿t get any better than this. I am definitely looking forward to the next two books in Ms. Warren¿s new Mistress trilogy! She gets better all the time!!!!!

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