The Angel in My Arms (Regency Rogues Series #2)

The Angel in My Arms (Regency Rogues Series #2)

by Stefanie Sloane

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In Stefanie Sloane’s spirited and witty new series of intrigue and passion, a dedicated spy learns the meaning of surrender.
To Young Corinthian agent Marcus MacInnes, the Earl of Weston, his latest mission involving a smuggling ring with ties to Napoleon seems ridiculous at first, but becomes all too threatening as pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place. And the most troubling piece of all? Miss Sarah Tisdale, an unconventional beauty whose lust for life is rivaled only by her ability to drive Marcus to distraction. When her family comes under suspicion, Marcus must watch her very closely—even if her touch ignites the fiery desire burning beneath his cool façade.

When it comes to suitors, Sarah’s lush curves and kissable lips aren’t enough to compensate for her willful nature. She’s tasted disappointment before, but flirting with the sinfully handsome Marcus is a pastime worth savoring—even when it leads to wicked pleasures. When Sarah’s life is in jeopardy, Marcus discovers that the passion between them can no longer be denied—and he’ll do anything to keep her in his arms.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345517401
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/28/2011
Series: Regency Rogues Series , #2
Pages: 304
Product dimensions: 4.00(w) x 6.92(h) x 0.84(d)

About the Author

A native Northwesterner with the pale skin to prove it, Stefanie Sloane credits her parents’ eclectic reading habits—not to mention their decision to live in the middle of nowhere—for her love of books. A childhood spent lost in the pages of countless novels led Stefanie to college, where she majored in English. No one was more surprised than Stefanie when she actually put her degree to use and landed a job in’s editorial department. She spent more than five years reading for a living before retiring to concentrate on her own stories. Stefanie Sloane lives with her family in Seattle.

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Summer 1811

Marcus MacInnes, the Earl of Weston, looked out over Lulworth Cove and chuckled. “Well now, Sully, you’ve seen it for yourself. Aye, it’s my own personal Jericho. Wouldn’t you agree?”

The valet’s swarthy face remained unreadable, the lines around his eyes deepening as he squinted, his gaze focused on what lay below them. The cove’s blue water lapped at the hulls of fishing boats. On the shore, the village dozed sleepily in the warm sunshine.

Exactly the sort of spot where a gentleman might just be sent to rusticate from a gunshot wound. Especially if the gentleman happened to be a spy.

Sully turned to look directly at his master. “It looks quiet enough, I’ll give you that.”

Marcus smiled wryly before turning his horse back onto the leafy path. “Indeed.”

Sully followed suit, kneeing his bay gelding next to Marcus’s chestnut Thoroughbred. “There could be smugglers.”

Marcus slowed his mount just long enough to give the valet a dubious look.

“Or not,” Sully admitted somewhat dejectedly.

Marcus ducked his head to dodge a low-hanging limb and the green leaves of one of the massive whitebeam trees that lined the trail. “What a waste of time.”

But there was nothing he could do about it. He’d been given an order, and he’d bloody well follow it.

Marcus was a Young Corinthian, and that meant something.


He and Sully continued on in silence. Their horses, Marcus thought absently, seemed thankful for the slower pace after the three-day ride from London to Lulworth, a sleepy hamlet located in Dorset along the southwestern coast of England.

The shaded lane curved and ahead of the two riders rose Lulworth Castle, Marcus’s home. Originally built as a hunting lodge, the impressive structure had been expanded over the years until it was the largest home in the district.

The unentailed castle belonged to Marcus, due to his mother having been an only child. Yes, it was all his. And it was undeniably magnificent. But it was not where he wanted to be.

Marcus was a member of the Young Corinthians, a clandestine spy organization led by Henry Prescott, Viscount Carmichael. There was an unwritten rule among the Corinthians never to question an assignment. The life of a spy demanded complete loyalty and unswerving belief in your superior’s judgment. Something Marcus had suddenly found particularly disagreeable.

The moment a bullet found its way into his leg during a mission this past spring, Marcus had known that his role within the elite organization would change dramatically. Until his injury healed fully, he was more of a liability than an asset in the field.

Nevertheless, when Lord Carmichael suggested that Marcus investigate recent smuggling activity near his ancestral home in Dorset, Marcus nearly abandoned his well-practiced charm and told his superior exactly what he thought of the assignment.

Finding yourself with a bullet in your leg was one thing. Having your superior send you off on a fool’s errand was quite another.

He couldn’t deny that in all likelihood he’d made himself somewhat of a nuisance to Carmichael as he impatiently waited for his blasted wound to heal.

And if he admitted that much, then he really could not blame Carmichael for dispatching him to the Dorset countryside when news of a possible connection between radical revolutionaries and local smugglers had the Prince Regent’s drawers in a twist.

As Carmichael had informed him over plates of roast beef at their club, a string of recent robberies in London was believed to be related to the suspicious activities in Lulworth—both somehow tied to Napoleon’s supporters.

Marcus had only stared at Carmichael in disbelief, a heavy goblet of brandy poised halfway to his mouth. Really, it was too much to be believed.

But still, Marcus reluctantly realized, if he were to be completely honest, his irritation with the assignment had as much to do with the location as with the smuggling investigation itself.

As a boy, when not in Inverness at his father’s estate, the family had split its time between London and Lulworth. At least in London he’d been able to lose him- self amid the constant thrum of social and sporting events. But the same could not be said for Lulworth. The hamlet’s inhabitants had never gotten over his Scot- tish father’s stealing away the fairest of their English roses. It hadn’t helped that the elder Lord Weston embraced his role as the brutish Highlander with particular relish. His habit of donning a tartan and broadsword whenever his relatives visited the castle had only made things worse.

The locals hadn’t liked the father, and as a result, they didn’t like the son. And Marcus had known, from a painfully early age, that he simply did not fit in. Not in Lulworth, where everyone from the baker’s son to the solicitor’s daughter saw him as nothing more than the son of a thief. Not in Inverness either, where the blue English blood in his veins meant he’d never be a true Highlander.

“I’ve sorely missed Cook’s pheasant,” Sully said, pulling Marcus from his thoughts.

The stone castle stood before them with all the welcoming warmth of a midwinter snowfall.

“You’re an accomplished liar, Sully, I’ll give you that.” Marcus’s amiable tone belied his most recent grim thoughts. “But I know you too well. It’s Cook that you’ve been looking forward to, not her creamed peas.”

“Pheasant,” Sully corrected him. “And it’s quite a succulent bird that she cooks,” he protested. “Though her creamed peas are quite delicious as well.”

Marcus reined in his horse and raised a hand. “Far be it for me to intrude upon the ways of love,” he said sardonically, prompting a harrumph from his valet.

With a noticeable lack of his usual ease, Marcus awkwardly swung a leg over the saddle and lowered himself to the ground, an instant stab of pain shooting up from the healing wound in his thigh. He ground his teeth together until the sensation subsided, then drew the soft leather reins over Pokey’s head and handed them to Sully. “I’m going to walk off this stiffness. I’ll be along shortly.”

Sully gave Marcus a considering look then leaned from the saddle to take the reins. “Are you up to it?”

“Awa’ an’ bile yer heid!” Marcus growled, though the valet’s thoughtfulness made him smile.

“Oh,” Sully began, turning the two horses toward the stables, “I’ll be missing that burr of yours while we’re here. Can’t be playing Lord of the manor sounding like one of them Jacobites though, now can we?” he teased. “I’ll be in the kitchen, then.”

“Oh, that’s a given,” Marcus shot back in a painfully perfect London accent. For as long as he could remember, he had made it a habit to hide his burr from everyone but Sully and the Scottish side of his family. There was simply no good reason to remind people of his ancestry.

“I’ll send the hounds out if you’ve not limped your way home by dark.”

“That’s terribly thoughtful of you, old friend.”

“Don’t mention it—”

“And I do mean old,” Marcus added with a gleam in his eye.

He could just make out another harrumph as Sully rode on, his pace quickening as he disappeared into the copse of trees that separated the expansive lawn of Lulworth from the rest of the grounds.

Marcus stretched, trying to ease the aches in his travel-weary muscles without irritating his wound further. He turned and strolled, limping slightly, toward the wood, his destination undecided. The tension that had gripped his gut when he’d first spied the castle slowly dissipated as he moved farther into the trees. He tugged at his carefully tied cravat, a low sigh escaping his lips as he yanked the length of white linen free of its intricate knot and unwound it from his throat. He mopped his brow with the dust-covered cloth before dropping it into the pocket of his deep brown riding coat.

The shade from the green-leafed canopy of oak trees provided some relief, but Marcus needed more. He stopped to orient himself, looking north, then east. Realizing that he wasn’t far from the lake where he’d fished as a child, he set off at a faster clip.

A refreshing swim was precisely what he needed. The water would cool his body, clear his head, and, hopefully, tire him to the point that he no longer cared about where he was.

A high-pitched scream shattered the quiet and stopped Marcus in his tracks. A second scream followed, and Marcus ran, willing his wounded leg to keep pace with the rest of his body as he crashed through a bank of quickthorn bushes.

He fought his way through the thicket, the branches lashing his arms and legs until he broke into the open. The castle’s lake lay before him, sparkling in the sunlight.

He scanned the water’s surface, then the shore from left to right, but failed to find the source of the screams. Something moved suddenly in his peripheral vision. He narrowed his eyes and once more searched the lake. Water rippled in a circle too large to have been caused by a jumping trout.

He stripped off his coat and prepared to dive in. Just then, two figures broke the surface of the water. A peal of feminine laughter filled the air.

“You promised!” a young male voice whined indignantly.

Marcus squinted against the sun and made out a boy, sodden hair plastered to his skull.

“I never promised, Nigel,” a woman’s voice answered teasingly, “and it’s very poor form of you to lie.”

Marcus shielded his eyes with one hand to see the woman better. She bobbed up and down in the water, clearly amused with whatever had transpired between her and the boy.

She looked straight at him, her eyes widening in surprise. And then she smiled. A brilliant, wide smile that seemed to light up the entire world. She was soaking wet, long auburn curls in damp corkscrews atop her head and hanging to her shoulders. Her delicate skin flushed under the hot sun, a trailing frond of green water weed peeking out above the neckline of her dress.

And Marcus could not imagine a more bonny sight.

She seemed about to speak to him when her gaze shifted past him and over his shoulder. Shock and dismay filled her expression. “No, Titus!” she cried out. “No!”

Marcus turned his head just in time to make out a massive dog galloping toward him. The fawn-colored animal launched himself into the air, toppling Marcus backward onto the clay earth of the lake bank.

The weight of the beast’s body settled on Marcus’s chest and he planted a dinner-plate-sized paw on either side of Marcus’s head. Then the dog lowered his massive face, the drool from his sharp-fanged mouth threatening to drop at any moment.

Marcus held himself completely still, knowing full well the animal had the upper hand. The dog sniffed carefully, his noxious breath hitting Marcus’s nostrils with pungent force.

“Titus, get off that gentleman now. This! Very! Instant!”

The dog offered Marcus a sheepish, apologetic look before swiping his lolling tongue in friendly salute across Marcus’s face.

“Now! Get off him. You bad, bad boy!”

Another apologetic look and the dog rose, allowing Marcus to sit up.

The woman leaned down to peer anxiously into Marcus’s face.

“I must apologize for my dog’s behavior,” she began, now standing so close that Marcus felt tiny droplets of lake water hit his skin when she moved. “He is—”

“A menace to society?” the young boy at her side offered, giving Marcus a toothy grin.

“He is an enthusiastic participant in life.” The woman rose to her feet to glare at the boy. “Titus is simply in need of proper instruction in manners.”

“That is one way of looking at it,” the boy countered, pointing at the dog, who was now a few feet away and busily tearing holes in Marcus’s castoff coat.

“Titus!” the woman protested, dashing toward the Shetland pony–sized dog. She tripped on a tree root and landed awkwardly on all fours, her nicely rounded derriere sticking up in the air.

Marcus stood with difficulty, wincing, his leg throbbing like the devil. He brushed without much success at the dirt stains on his buff-colored breeches and white linen shirt.

“Who is she?” he asked, failing to hide his stunned reaction.

The boy, whose features exactly matched the young woman’s, chuckled. “Oh, no one of consequence, I assure you.” He offered his hand to Marcus and shook enthusiastically. “I, on the other hand, am Nigel Edward Tisdale.”

She was now engaged in a heated game of tug-of-war with the dog, her petite frame hardly a match for the big dog’s superior strength.

“Marcus MacInnes, Earl of Weston,” Marcus replied, hiding his burr with practiced ease. His gaze returned to the woman. “I wonder, should we assist Miss—”

“Not the Errant Earl?” the boy asked in wonder.

Marcus turned and looked at the lad, assuming that he had misheard. “I’m sorry, what was that you said?”

“Surely you know what people in these parts call you? I’d rather poke myself in the eye with a sharpened stick than listen to my mother and her friends gossip, but even I’ve heard the talk, and it’s—what is the word I’m looking for?” Young Nigel paused and drummed his fingers against his lips as he thought.

“?‘Unfavorable,’?” Marcus offered helpfully.

“Well, I was going to say ‘downright nasty,’ but yes, ‘unfavorable’ will do.”

Clearly, while the world about it had moved forward, the village of Lulworth continued to stalwartly cleave to unfounded and exaggerated assumptions. Marcus assumed that he should be offended, but honestly, he had neither the energy nor the interest at the moment.

He looked back to the woman who was desperately attempting to maintain her foothold. “Shouldn’t we . . .” he began, gesturing toward the pair.

“Oh, no, that would irritate Sarah to no end,” the boy answered, watching the scene with marked delight as he wrung out his sodden shirt. “And trust me, you don’t want to irritate my sister.”

Marcus couldn’t help but picture the woman irritated— enraged, really, as he sensed it would take very little to make her so. Her auburn hair flying about her like a fiery halo, her skin heated to a delicious pink hue.

Marcus shook his head from left to right, wondering if the dog had indeed done some sort of damage to his mental faculties.

The two males watched for a moment more as the woman dug in her heels and seemed to be gaining the upper hand. But then the dog began to drag her forward, pulling her lower and closer to the ground until she collapsed with an audible expulsion of breath, facedown in the dirt.

“Sarah?” the boy queried in a mischievous tone. “Have you rescued Lord Weston’s coat?”

The woman froze. Then slowly, she released the torn coat and pulled herself upright, brushing lightly at the front of her wet, mud-stained gown.

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harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1811 the injured Earl Marcus MacInnes is unhappy with his current Young Corinthians assignment in rustic Dorset near his home as he knows the locals detest his family with good cause. He is to investigate smuggling activity, but not by locals; instead there is evidence that Napoleonic agents are at work. Marcus meets Sarah Elizabeth Tisdale, a klutzy daughter of the baron. He thinks her family is in cahoots with the dangerous smugglers so he keeps an eye on her, which even in male garb he finds appealing. Soon his inquiry grows deadlier as he deals with homicides, a kidnapping and stolen emeralds as traitors are involved; but it is his heart that he has lost to Sarah that has him concerned. The latest Regency Rogues Young Corinthian romantic suspense (see The Devil in Disguise) is a fun historical starring a fabulous lead couple and an engaging support cast. The investigation and romance are engaging mostly due to the improbable over the top of Lewesdon Hill Sarah; who brings compassion, courage and clumsiness as she climbs into one caper after another; Marcus will have his hands full with her if he survives the mission. Harriet Klausner
mlorio More than 1 year ago
When an injury puts Marcus MacInnes, Earl of Weston, on the sidelines he receives an assignment to return to his estranged home, Lulworth Cove, to investigate a smuggling ring involving Napoleon supporters. Quickly Marcus’ path crosses Sarah Tisdale and it becomes apparent that her brother, Nigel, is involved with the smuggling. When Nigel’s life is in danger Sarah and her family turns to Marcus for help. As he investigates Marcus finds himself reluctantly attracted to the honestly outspoken Sarah. The strength of the story is really Sarah’s character. Her awkwardness makes her stand apart from most heroines.
skelley55 More than 1 year ago
This is the first book of Ms. Sloane's I have read. I really enjoyed the characters, the humor, the romance, and the suspense elements.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Plot well executed realisric charactes amusing turns of phrase very good read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. I loved the straight forward honest speaking heroine. She falls for the hero but instead if simpering she accepts it and moves forward. Great bits of humor. I would even like a short story about Sully and cook getting together. Fun, easy read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great start to the series. Intereresting concept of the matchmaking former Rangers, but it worked. Looking forward to the continuation of this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Something i might pick up at a garage sale. Poorly developed romance which was not hot enough. Soft core. Annoying characters. Only reason for 3 stars is the action in the plot towards the end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Humor, romance and some adventure perfect!
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by: Jen Book purchased by Reviewer Review originally purchased at Romancing the Book Review:  After having read The Devil in Disguise, I was torn if I wanted to continue on with this series.  I was partially let down with Devil, but I reminded myself that it was Ms Sloane’s debut and things could get better.  So, I picked up The Angel in My Arms and started reading. From page one, I was drawn more into this story than I was before, which was a huge relief for me.  We met our hero Marcus in the first book and now he’s on his way home to his country estate to recuperate after being shot in the line of duty.  And of course, since he’s a spy, he’s not just going to laze about.  He’s been given the task to look into a possible smuggling ring.  But it’s not going to be an easy task, since even though he grew up in the area, the locals never forgave his Scottish father from coming in and “stealing” their beloved daughter, so Marcus is bad blood. On the other hand, Sarah is from a local gentry family and is well loved in the area.  And from her introduction, the reader knows Sarah knows more than she lets on about the smuggling in the area and I know I was interested to see how these two were going to deal with each other.  Sarah’s a strong female, but totally gets in over her head and Marcus is there waiting to be her knight in shining armor. I found The Angel in My Arms to be a much more satisfying read.  Many of the problems that plagued Devil seemed to be corrected in this story.  No more editing mishaps, odd scene cuts, lackluster romance or abrupt endings.  I enjoyed the romance between Marcus and Sarah and the smuggling plot line had me turning the pages, waiting to see what was going to happen next.  And in the end, I finished the book happy with the time spent reading.
mstx on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book will keep you laughing the whole time! I loved the humor in it! In this Regency romance you meet Sarah and Marcus! Sarah is not your typical female. She is courageous, funny, intelligent and witty! She cuts past all of Marcus's defenses and makes him realize that maybe being loved for who you are isn't such a bad thing! Marcus is a half Scottish highlander and half English gentlemen.... Interesting mix huh? He is always trying to find his place. Around Sarah he can finally let down his guard but he is in the middle of a smuggling investigation so if he lets it down too much will it cost him his case? or worse Sarah? There is plenty of humor and action in this book and will keep you guessing the whole time!
historicalbooklover on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first book in this series I wasn't to sure about but after reading this one, this series has found its place in my "Will Buy and Continue" list. I am curious about this author and look forward to seeing how each story will progress and strengthen. Pros: There is excitement, danger and a good plot. You can relate with the characters. On the down side: The sex scenes are seriously lacking and unbelievable! The tension and build up is there between the characters but when it comes to follow thru and after you may as well as said "Insert plug A into slot B" and moved on. 3 1/2 STARS
bookworm2bookworm on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I reviewed this book for Romance Reader At Heart website.RRAH's THOUGHTS AND PONDERINGS: THE ANGEL IN MY ARMS is the second book in Regency Rogues Series and continues with adventures of another Young Corinthian, Marcus Maxwell, the Earl of Weston.Our hero¿s origins play heavy in this story. As a young lad, his growing up was split between the Highlands and England. He always knew that he didn¿t fit in, that his English blood wasn¿t quite blue enough and would never let him be a true Highlander.Sarah Elizabeth Tisdale¿s tendencies are toward speaking before thinking, independence and clumsiness, traits widely known to all those who know her. They are one of the reasons for the lack of her suitors¿not that she would like any. As a matter a fact, she¿s been dodging one suitor in particular.ANGEL IN MY ARMS was a delightful read filled with humor, intrigue, and danger, and love scenes that sizzle. Ms. Sloan continues to impress me with her writing style, witty dialogue, three-dimensional characters, and wonderful comedic timing. Once more she created a wonderful world of intrigue, love, and adventure that I¿ll be sure to follow. The unexpected gave me enough tidbits to hook me into eagerly awaiting the next book in this series. Melanie
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A good read!
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