Wicked Game

Wicked Game

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by Jade Falconer
     
 

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Niels got more than he bargained for when he broke into a certain townhouse in the fashionable section of London. The arrogant and dictatorial lord who caught him red-handed was more than willing to take advantage of the situation. Temporarily forced into a unique form of servitude, Niels learns more than he ever expected to about the decadent ruling class that he

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Niels got more than he bargained for when he broke into a certain townhouse in the fashionable section of London. The arrogant and dictatorial lord who caught him red-handed was more than willing to take advantage of the situation. Temporarily forced into a unique form of servitude, Niels learns more than he ever expected to about the decadent ruling class that he wants so badly to emulate. Masquerading as a foreign nobleman is easy for the charming Fin who grew to manhood on the streets of London, abandoned by the only family he had. But will his experience at manipulating people and winning their confidence help him with Richard? Or get him into even more trouble?

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Jaynie Ritchie
One of the best fantasy worlds available to readers on the current market. I recommend the whole of the Night Warriors series. If you haven't read Brenna Lyons yet--go and buy her books today.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781594268366
Publisher:
Mundania Press
Publication date:
05/04/2008
Pages:
256
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.58(d)

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Niels Eriksson strolled down the cobblestone path of the park, alongside the manicured landscaping, and pretended for a little while that he belonged there. The trips served a dual purpose. Besides indulging his taste for the finer things in life on the cheap, Niels cased the mansions that surrounded the park. If he could just keep his eyes open, follow the society column in the papers, figure out when which house would be empty, he could break in and come away with a lovely haul of goodies.

Stealing from the rich was far riskier than stealing from the poor, but the benefits outweighed that danger. No one he knew was willing to go into it with him. It was probably just as well. More people meant a greater chance of being caught.

There was one house he'd had his eye on for some time. He hadn't actually seen the master of the house, but he knew who he was. He enjoyed being able to converse with high society during his Sunday outings, making them believe he was simply a foreigner conducting business in London, and he'd learned quite a lot about the house and its occupant. The man lived alone. He was some sort of aristocrat, and it had been implied that he was something of a rakehell. Niels respected that. With that much money, Niels was sure he'd break every heart in England given half a chance. He'd drink and gamble and spend money frivolously and sleep with a different beauty every night and never fall asleep before daybreak.

He sighed and took a seat on a wrought iron bench facing the house in question. Tonight. There was a huge ball that surely this man was invited to. Midnight. No respectable rake would be whiling away the hours in front of his own hearth at midnight,anyway.

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Richard Essex drained yet another crystal tumbler full of imported cognac, resisting the urge to fling the glass across the room. Not that he didn't have a score of them, but he stopped himself at the last moment. He could hear his mother's voice in his mind, chiding him on being wasteful. That was one of the nicest things she'd ever called him. His lips twisted into a sneer at the thought of his late mother. When she'd died, half the city and all the house servants had breathed a sigh of relief.

He sighed and set the glass down gently, and rubbed his hands over his face. He glanced at the clock. If he went over to the ball now, he'd arrive fashionably late. The women would flock over him, giggling idiotically, daring each other to approach him, knowing their mothers would disapprove strongly. As well they should.

Or he could just stay in and get even drunker on liquor that was older than he was. No wonder his father had built up such a selection of alcohol. He'd needed it to live with his mother. Except he'd drunk himself to an early death. Richard barely remembered him.

He stood up unsteadily, and decided to go down to the cellar to find something new to drink. He wasn't drunk enough that anyone would notice, but he wasn't going out. He was in too foul a mood to deal with the overprotected, spoiled idiots that passed for the cream of society. He'd stay in tonight. The party would go on without him.

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Wicked Game 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
CuB_Hyena More than 1 year ago
I have been a big fan of Jade Falconer since 2001. When all she wrote was fan fiction on random websites that are either dead or no longer exist. This is the third book of hers that has been published into paper back that I have purchased. I loved Morningstar and I love Wicked Game! I really want to to write more like these two, but still remain original in her works. Keep it up, Jade-sama!
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