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The passionate new love story from # 1 New York Times bestselling author of The Capture of the Earl of Glencrae, Stephanie Laurens

Neville Roscoe, notorious and enigmatic, lives resolutely outside society, bound only by his own code of honor—until challenged by his desire for the one woman he cannot have.

Miranda Clifford is a lady ...

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See what happens when The Lady Risks All

The passionate new love story from # 1 New York Times bestselling author of The Capture of the Earl of Glencrae, Stephanie Laurens

Neville Roscoe, notorious and enigmatic, lives resolutely outside society, bound only by his own code of honor—until challenged by his desire for the one woman he cannot have.

Miranda Clifford is a lady imprisoned by rigid respectability—until tempted by a passion beyond her power to deny.

Flung together in peril, through danger and intrigue, they discover a love impossible to ignore . . . or keep.

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Editorial Reviews

“Sinfully sexy and deliciously irresistible”
“Brilliantly detailed, the romance [is] heated and passionate.”
Dear Author
“Absolutely rompalicious”
Night Owl Reviews
“A fascinating historical romance blended with an intriguing mystery.”
Chicago Tribune
“Laurens’ latest lushly written romance will ensnare readers.”
Fresh Fiction
“Perfect for rainy days or indulgent afternoons, VISCOUNT BRECKENRIDGE TO THE RESCUE is another strong addition to Laurens’ canon.”
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Reviewer Top Pick. “Another wonderfully romantic and deeply satisfying Laurens tale...”
Romance Review Junkies
“Absolutely rompalicious, THE CAPTURE OF THE EARL OF GLENCRAE, the third and final novel in best-selling author Stephanie Laurens’ CYNSTER SISTERS trilogy, is a passion-filled, witty historical romance that will keep you enthralled from the very first page.”
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  • ISBN-13: 9780062068637
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/25/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 496
  • Sales rank: 672,095
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephanie Laurens

New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Laurens began writing as an escape from the dry world of professional science, a hobby that quickly became a career. Her novels set in Regency England have captivated readers around the globe, making her one of the romance world's most beloved and popular authors. Loving Rose is her fifty-fourth book. All of her previous works remain in print and readily available.

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The Lady Risks All

By Stephanie Laurens

HarperCollins Publishers

Copyright © 2012 Stephanie Laurens
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-206863-7



October 1823, twelve years later


Miranda Clifford halted in the deep shadows cast by a stand of trees and watched her younger brother, Roderick, stride across a manicured lawn toward a massive mansion glowing pearly white in the moonlight.

About her, stretching away to either side, the thick bushes and mature trees of established gardens enfolded the house in a lush embrace. The breeze was a mere whisper, a soughing sigh stirring the tiny tendrils of hair that had come loose from her chignon to drift over her nape.

Silent and still, her gaze fixed on Roderick, she watched as he reached a shallow terrace and without hesitation strode up the three steps and went straight to a glass paned door. Opening the door, Roderick stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"Damn and blast!" Miranda stared at the door. This was far worse than she'd thought.

She'd first realized Roderick was secretly slipping out of the house at night three weeks ago. She'd told herself that unannounced and unmentioned nighttime excursions were only to be expected in a twenty-three year old gentleman, but she'd spent the last twenty-three years protecting Roderick; denying such long ingrained instincts was difficult. Sufficiently so that she'd made a pact with herself - she would follow him one night, just far enough to assure herself that wherever he was going, whatever he was doing, he wasn't putting himself at risk in any way.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him; her plan was purely to reassure herself. She would learn just enough to appease her instinctive anxiety, then she'd go home and Roderick would never know.

Ten minutes ago, she'd followed him down the darkened stairs of the house they shared with their aunt in Claverton Street, Pimlico; the hands of the long case clock on the landing had put the time at twenty minutes short of eleven o'clock. She'd trailed Roderick through the morning room, across the side lawn and out of the garden gate into the alley. Clutching her reticule and her new fashionable short cape close, she'd hugged the shadows along the alley walls, and like a shadow herself had flitted in his wake, puzzled when he'd stuck to the alleyways, until, to her considerable surprise, five minutes' brisk walking from their own garden gate, he'd stopped at another gate set in a high stone wall. He'd opened the gate and gone in. She'd hesitated for only an instant before following.

She hadn't known whose rear garden she was creeping through, not at first, but once she'd seen the house, once she'd been able to take in its size and magnificence, and most especially that telltale color ... "What the devil is he doing visiting Neville Roscoe's house?"

The question needed only to be asked to be answered. Neville Roscoe was the most celebrated - as in infamous and notorious - denizen of the neighborhood. He was London's acknowledged gambling king, the owner of a vast array of hells, dens and clubs catering to the wealthy, the affluent, the aristocratic; gambling was one of society's favorite vices, and Roscoe was, by all accounts, a past master at supplying exactly the right drug to sate society's craving. Roscoe was known to be immensely wealthy and also to wield significant power, both in his own arena and in murkier spheres. He wasn't, however, considered a criminal. Instead, he inhabited a nebulous strata between society and the underworld; he could rub shoulders with dukes one day, crime lords the next, and yet remain free of both worlds. Speaking generally, Roscoe was an enigma, and very much a law unto himself.

He'd already been living in the huge white mansion on Chichester Street, overlooking the treed expanse of Dolphin Square to the Thames beyond, when Roderick had bought the house in Claverton Street, just around the corner, a year ago. Miranda had heard all about the neighborhood's most famous citizen within days of taking up residence.

She hadn't, however, as yet set eyes on him, but she had no ambition to do so.

"Wretched man." She wasn't sure if she was speaking of Roderick or Roscoe; that Roderick might wish to chance his hand at gambling wasn't such a surprise, but ... her lips thinned. "He can't afford to become involved with Roscoe." It wasn't that Roderick couldn't afford to gamble; even at Roscoe's level, he most definitely could. But his wealth derived from trade, and as she and he had been taught all their lives, that meant that, far more than others born more acceptably, they had to cling, rigidly and beyond question, to respectability.

Seeing Roderick walk into Roscoe's house had instantly evoked the specter of their elder sister, Rosalind. The three of them had been orphaned as children; with Miranda and Roderick, Rosalind had grown up in the care of their aunts. Rosalind had been subjected to the same lectures on respectability, the same unbending strictures, but when she'd reached sixteen, Rosalind had rebelled. She'd run off with gypsies, only to return two years later, diseased and dying. Rosalind had died tragically, just like their mother, who had eloped with their father, the son of a mill owner. Every time anyone in their family stepped off the path of rigid respectability, disaster and death followed. Miranda didn't want Roderick to die young, much less tragically; returning home and leaving him to his fate wasn't in any way an acceptable option.

Keeping to the shadows, she circled the lawn, making for the house and that glass-paned door. Her mind threw up images of what she might find inside - a private gambling party or ... an orgy? From all she'd heard, she might stumble into either. Women were invariably a part of Roscoe's entertainments; his clubs were renowned for their large female staffs.

"With luck, I'll pass, at least for long enough." She was old enough, looked experienced enough. Reaching the terrace, she glanced down at the lilac twill walking dress she wore under her cape. It was hardly evening wear but was elegant enough to establish her class. Regardless, she wasn't about to retreat. She didn't intend remaining for longer than it took to find Roderick and catch his eye; that would be enough to shock him to his senses, after which he would walk her home.

Crossing the terrace, she opened the door and stepped inside. A corridor wreathed in dark shadows stretched before her. Quietly shutting the door, she registered the oddity of the pervasive silence, of the dark, unlit rooms. Even from the other side of the lawn, where the entire back of the house had been visible, she hadn't noticed any lighted windows, any sign of a party, no matter how refined. Halting, she let her senses stretch.

The ground on which the house stood sloped sharply down to Chichester Street, leaving the rear garden elevated. The floor she'd entered on was in fact the first, not the ground floor, which fronted the street. Presumably the party, the gathering, whatever it was, was being held in a reception room on the ground floor. She strained her ears for some sound to show her the way, but heard nothing.

Puzzled, she started along the corridor. Roderick must have gone that way; other than the occasional room to either side, all silent, their doors shut with no light showing beneath, there was nowhere else to go. She followed the corridor toward the front of the house, step by step growing more aware of an omnipresent sense of quality and solidity. The house wasn't old. Roscoe had it built for him, which presumably explained the workmanship she sensed more than saw; there was an understated elegance in every line, complemented by luxurious finishes and furnishings. She didn't have time to stop and peer, but the paintings on the walls, each perfectly framed, looked to be originals, and not by any back alley artist either.

She wondered if the solidity of the house explained the lack of noise. That, and the furnishings; the runner on which she was walking was so thick she couldn't hear her own footsteps.

The corridor opened into a wide semicircular space, a gallery of sorts circling the well of the main stairs. Pausing inside the corridor's mouth, she peeked right, then left. Three other corridors gave onto the gallery, but silence prevailed. No lamps were burning, either, the space lit only by weak moonlight washing through a domed skylight high above and a large window directly opposite; through the latter she could see the tops of the trees in Dolphin Square and the distant shimmer of moonlight on the river.

Directly ahead, in front of the large window, lay the head of the wide staircase that swept elegantly down.

Drawing in a breath, she raised her head, walked calmly toward the stairs, and finally heard the rumble of male voices. Those speaking were somewhere on the ground floor, but deeper in the house, still some way away. The clacking of hooves on the cobbles outside drew her to the window. Looking out and down, she saw a gentleman, fashionably dressed and hatted, alight from a hackney. The man carried a silver-headed cane. He paid off the jarvey, then walked toward the front door of the mansion, a little further along the façade from where she stood.

She didn't recognize the man, but his style, the way he moved, suggested he belonged to the upper echelons of the ton.

A bell pealed within the house. Almost immediately the measured tread of a butler's footsteps crossed the tiles in the front hall below. She debated going to the head of the stairs and looking down, but the risk of being seen was too great; she stayed where she was and listened.

"Good evening, my lord."

"Good evening, Rundle." The visitor stepped inside; the door shut. "I fear I'm late. Are the others here?"

"Yes, my lord, but the master has yet to join the gathering."

"Excellent." Rustlings reached her as the visitor divested himself of his overcoat, gloves, hat, and cane. "I won't have missed anything, then."

"Indeed not, my lord."

"The library, as usual?"

"Yes, my lord."

"No need to bestir yourself, Rundle - I know the way."

"Thank you, my lord."

Two pairs of footsteps strode away from the hall, going in different directions. She hurried to the head of the stairs; she was too late to see which way each man went, but a door at the hall's rear was still swinging. The butler must have gone that way, which meant the visitor's footsteps were the ones fading down the corridor leading away from one corner of the hall. The library and the "gathering" lay in that direction. Drawing in a breath, she reached for the stair rail.

A frisson of awareness streaked down her spine.

She froze. She hadn't heard anything, but she'd just proved that it was easy to move silently through the house, even without trying. And her senses, previously focused on the hall below, were belatedly screaming that someone a great deal larger than she was standing directly behind her.

Her breath caught, strangled; her lungs seized. Senses flaring, she forced herself to turn slowly ...

Her gaze, level, landed on an exquisitely tied ivory silk cravat.

Roscoe watched the woman's large eyes, already wide, widen even further, then she jerked her gaze up to his face.

He didn't smile. "Can I help you, Miss ...?"

She didn't immediately reply, but he didn't make the mistake of thinking her mind paralyzed by shock; swift calculation showed in those wide eyes as she debated her response. Fine-boned, graceful, and quintessentially feminine though she might be, he was accustomed to sizing up people with a glance and didn't need to look further than the refined strength in her face, echoed in her upright carriage and the gliding stride he'd glimpsed when he'd first seen her crossing the gallery, to guess what manner of lady she was.

Determined, resolute and, at least when it came to those things she believed in, unbending.

Consequently, he was unsurprised when she drew in a tight breath, straightened to her full, significantly taller than the average height, and haughtily stated, "My name is Miss Clifford."

The information very nearly made him blink.

Her gaze drifted from his face, skating over his shoulders and chest to land on the ledger he carried in one hand. A frown crimped her finely arched brows. "And you are?" Her tone made it clear she thought him some lowly secretary. Despite his intentions, his lips quirked. "I'm the owner of this establishment."

Apparently, that news was more of a shock than discovering him at her back. She stared, patently stunned and making no effort to hide it. "You're Roscoe?"

He could imagine the speculation she'd heard; an inner devil prompted him to further confound her. He bowed, imbuing the gesture with all the grace he'd once exercised daily. Straightening, he drawled, "I would welcome you to my humble abode, Miss Clifford, only I have to wonder why you're here."

"Humble abode?" Her voice was husky, the tone a low contralto. Her gaze flashed to the three paintings hanging on the walls between the corridors - two Gainsboroughs and a Reynolds - then shifted to the large Gobelin tapestry on the wall behind him. "For a gambling king, sir, you have remarkable taste."

Interesting that she'd noticed, but he didn't distract that easily. "Indeed. But that doesn't answer my question." Miranda was frantically assessing a different question: how to get out of this without a whisper of scandal. While most of her mind wrestled with that problem, the rest was thoroughly distracted; she hadn't had any mental image of Roscoe, but not in her wildest dreams would she have imagined him as he was.

Excerpted from The Lady Risks All by Stephanie Laurens. Copyright © 2012 by Stephanie Laurens. Excerpted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2012

    The Lady Risks All - Stephanie Laurens

    This was fantastic! I love reading all Stephanie's books. Her stories are very well done and as my family can tell you, I reread every story many times over.

    If you enjoy reading stories from the days of the Ton, then Stephanie Laurens books need to be added to your collections!

    Well done Stephanie!!!!!!

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Overall, I found this to be a very entertaining story. The chara

    Overall, I found this to be a very entertaining story. The characters are pretty well written and developed, though kind of one sided. The altruism in this book is very overwhelming.

    What bothered me the most about this book, and has started bothering me more and more in Ms. Laurens' writing is her repetitive, heavy handed style. I mean, everything is written twice, at least. There is one sentence, where they are kissing, and he manages to "taste[d] her growing urgency", "her burgeoning desire", AND the "tempo of her escalating arousal".I mean seriously, we get the point. It is a very descirptive style of writing, but it is seriously overused in her novels. Her love scenes are steamy, but they get a little gratuitous. I enjoyed the story, but found myself skimming through a lot of it. Some of the steamy stuff and some of the just repetetive self analysis, and these crazy perceptions she gives her characters sometimes.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 23, 2012

    Good read, brings together loose ends

    Neville Roscoe has been a minor character in some of the later Cynster novels. Now we learn his story, which I found interesting not compelling. I love Stephanie Laurens books. That said, this was not my favorite but not my least favorite, either. If you enjoy the Cynster series, you will like this book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2012

    So so

    I've read a few of Laurens books before, so when I saw this one I decided to give it a try. I loved the characters of Roscoe and Miranda. They seemed like real people to me. However, I didn't enjoy the flowing prose that the book centered around, especially in the intimate scenes. It became redundant and boring after the third or fourth time, and I found myself skipping whole pages of it. Overall the book was an enjoyable diatraction with an engaging plot.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Overly drawn out and boring

    I have enjoyed this author's other books, but I don't know if I'll be able to slog my way through to the end of this one -- very slow-moving with tepid romantic scenes

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 27, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    Loved it

    Really great book. Kept me entertained all the way.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 18, 2013

    Not My Cup of Tea

    I am a big Stephanie Laurens’ fan but lately her books leave me with more questions than answers. I hate having to drop her, but I believe I will have to because I’m still struggling to finish the book. To begin with, I don’t like all the kidnapping, which seemed to be the main theme of Laurens’ books. I most especially don’t like, neither do I enjoy, reading about a young innocent woman, practically throwing herself at a man. Miranda was practically begging Roscoe to have sex with her. After he refused her the first time, she continued with more begging. I don’t believe this would happen even in these enlightened times, let alone in historical England. The book had a disconnect with reality, which I find hard to accept. For those who don’t mind the begging for sex, and the senseless kidnapping, then maybe this would be a good read, but for me, No!
    I gave the book three stars because of my previous love of Laurens' other books.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    Loved it.

    I have read all of her books and have had so so reactions to a few of her more recent titles but I loved this book. Good story. Two equally strong characters. She didnt have to water down one to make the other strong. Thoroughly enjoyable read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2014

    Love her: tired of the same.

    When I read my first Mrs. Laurens book I was hooked. Love the ton Cynsters, but after reading about five, it's all the same. He wants to marry, she is too independent and strong and does not accept. Eventually, you know she will agree. There's always romance, kissing and wooing, and it just seems like the women lead characters are all the same. Now I feel like I hate the female leads. I know exactly what is going to happen. Im ready to be surprised!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2013

    a light read...

    a light read but enjoyable. I hadn't read anything of hers before. now reading her Black Cobra quintet.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2013

    Not as good as her others

    Stephanie is one of my favorite writers. Reread a lot of her books. Hope her last of the Cynster books is the best.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2013

    A unique intriguing read

    This is a fast paced extremely well written Historical Romance as are all of Ms. Laurens' books. Emotionally engaging, theplot twines around a complex plot that doesn't xonclude until the very end.

    I wholeheartedly recommend this book to any and all romance lovers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2013

    I think this I one of my favorite books by Stephanie. It has a l

    I think this I one of my favorite books by Stephanie. It has a little different twist that a lot of her books since one of the main characters is not actively in the ton. Love love love it!

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    Great story

    Loved Roscoe!

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  • Posted February 23, 2013

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    A horrific event forces Lord Julian Delbraith to make a terrible

    A horrific event forces Lord Julian Delbraith to make a terrible decision, one in which he will sacrifice himself for the greater good of his family. Gone is his former self, his life of comfort and noble decadence. In its place arises a man of danger and intrigue, a seemingly ruthless opportunist praying upon the gambling weaknesses of men.
    Miranda Clifford is a captive to the life her aunts decreed for her, one of rigid respectability and the fear that their true origins might be discovered. Their fortune came from trade and no former wealth from titles and magnificent holdings in the countryside. Her neighbor, Neville Roscoe, is a danger Miranda can scarcely afford – or as it happens, ignore.
    Following her brother Roderick to Roscoe’s, Miranda is determined to halt his gambling excesses. Instead, she finds her brother engaged in a plan to aid the poor and Miranda is mortified when Neville Roscoe himself discovers her hiding in his home. Unfortunately, Roderick suddenly disappears and Miranda can think of no one better to track the kidnappers than Roscoe.
    Over the next several weeks, Miranda comes to know herself and Neville much better. Even though she is now in her upper twenties, she suddenly realizes she is quite capable of directing her own destiny. She has choices to make, difficult ones that can affect the futures of her family and Roscoe’s, as well.
    Unfortunately, a dangerous man lurks in the background, ready to strike at Roderick and his sister in a desperate attempt to save himself. As the suspense mounts, it remains anyone’s guess whether Roscoe can locate the mysterious Kirkwell before it’s too late to save Roderick and the lovely creature who may hold the keys to his heart.
    This was an outstanding novel. Historically accurate, passionate and mysterious, this story held me riveted to the very last word.

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  • Posted January 9, 2013

    Another winner  from SL.  Matthew Brenher does a fine job of nar

    Another winner  from SL.  Matthew Brenher does a fine job of narration.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2012

    Another great Laurens book!

    I'm a huge fan of Ms Laurens, I have read all of her books and this book did not disappoint. I loved the interaction between Neville and Miranda, both strong people. I loved the love and respect that Neville's family had for him. I loved both characters bravery.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 20, 2012

    The best of the Laurens talents.

    I have all the Laurens books, and have followed the characters as they move in and thru them. While 'Mastered by Love' is my all-time favorite, 'Lady Risks All' is coming a close second. While we met Roscoe a couple of times -- always large, looming, mysterious, but fair and reliable in a 'fight' it was a relief to read his own story. As usual Laurens develops the characters so realistic for the times, with remarkable, strong and vibrant details, Never boring, a great read.

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  • Posted November 2, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Yet another keeper from Stephanie Laurens!

    While I was a little sad that the Cynster's and the Bastion club crew where not in the book very much, I was not let down with The story itself. I personally have trouble reading books more then once and because of that I don't buy very many books. However Shephanie is an author that I have read most of her books at least twice and some of them 3 times. Thank you Stephanie for the continued quality writing! I can't wait to see what comes next!

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