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Lady of Intrigue
     

Lady of Intrigue

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by Sabrina Darby
 

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Her captor. Her Savior. And her temptation...

London, 1814

Lady Jane Langley values logic and reason over passion and emotion. Her intellect has given her value in the eyes of both her father and society. Logic gives way to terrible, icy fear when Jane finds herself in a devastating carriage accident... an accident in which she is helpless

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Her captor. Her Savior. And her temptation...

London, 1814

Lady Jane Langley values logic and reason over passion and emotion. Her intellect has given her value in the eyes of both her father and society. Logic gives way to terrible, icy fear when Jane finds herself in a devastating carriage accident... an accident in which she is helpless to do anything but watch as her aristocratic companion is murdered.

But this was no mere accident. This was an assassination. Spy and grandson of Lord Landsdowne, Gerard Badeau is methodic in his dark, shadowy work, knowing that any display of emotion could get him killed. Something about the mysterious woman and her cool blue eyes stays Gerard's lethal hand. Now he has both a witness and a hostage.

And if he doesn't kill Lady Jane Langley, he risks a fate that is far, far worse...falling in love with her.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781633754355
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
11/09/2015
Series:
Group of Eight
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
250
Sales rank:
501,471
File size:
2 MB

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Lady of Intrigue

A Group of Eight Novel


By Sabrina Darby, Alethea Spiridon Hopson

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2015 Sabrina Darby
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-435-5


CHAPTER 1

"Asked for milk," Lady Jane Langley said, stifling a yawn as they began another round of The Minister's Cat. They had already gone through the entire alphabet once using adjectives as per the rules of the simple game and thus had moved on to verbs.

"Batted yarn," Lady Powell said. "And he's asleep." Lord Powell punctuated his wife's observation with an indelicate snore.

As a child accompanying her father on his frequent travels around England, Jane would bring stacks of books and happily pass hours immersed in some work by Voltaire or Davy's Elements of Chemical Philosophy. In recent years she had lost the fortitude of those early days and could no longer read in a moving vehicle without suffering from nausea, which was why Jane had jumped at the opportunity at the last inn to switch carriages and leave Mr. and Mrs. Brumble and Sir Joseph Grimsby behind for a few hours in order to travel with two of London's wittiest members of society. However, there had been the weight of tension in the air all morning, as if she had caught the couple mid-argument. And it was clear from the way Lady Powell leaned forward, her eyes sharp and her smile sly, that she was happy her husband was no longer listening.

"What do you think of Alistair Whitley?"

The tall, thin, red-headed man, the third son of Baron Sloane, was a clerk with the foreign office and, as best as Jane knew, was already in Vienna with the British delegation. She'd met him at dinner parties and soirees, but as a junior clerk he worked long hours and was not as much in society as others.

"Serious, keeps his opinions to himself," Jane said. She thought the tactic a wise one, gave the man a chance to get his footing in the political world and gain supporters before seeking greater positions in government, as he surely would.

"Yes, he has a very attractive silence," Lady Powell said. "And all that red hair. I've always been partial to men with red hair. Or hair, for that matter." She slid a scathing look at her husband who had lost much of his hair at least a decade ago, despite being not more than forty. "His height is appealing as well. When men are that tall, they tend to do the most adorable knock-legged thing in order to kiss."

Jane raised an eyebrow. She hadn't yet observed that particular phenomenon.

"I think he shall make a very good lover. Mark my words, Lady Jane. Young men are the best. They can be trained."

Jane coughed and then gave in to her shocked laughter. "Very kind advice."

"Do not judge me too fast," Lady Powell said. "My husband's current mistress will be in Vienna, and his mistress before that as well. He thinks I am unaware but it isn't as if I care. I am happy to have my own delicious pursuits."

Jane glanced at Lord Powell. Still sleeping. "Your marriage is hardly my concern."

"No, it is not. I assume you plan to marry soon. If you do not, let me impart another bit of advice. Do not let yourself become a spinster assisting your father forever. When he dies and you are old, then you shall have wasted your life."

Jane couldn't speak, couldn't force any sort of laughter. She was traveling to Vienna to join her father and act as his factotum, as she had for years. He trusted her far more than he trusted his secretary, or any man he employed. She would have accompanied him a week earlier when he traveled with the initial British delegation, but as a female there were social obligations one must attend to that men could so easily put aside. Her cousin's wife had requested her company for her lying in and Jane could hardly refuse a direct plea in favor of matters of state. No one would ever allow such an excuse to a female.

Jane was no Mary Wollstonecraft, chafing against the bit of a male-dominated society. She had enough of a grasp of history to understand that the rights and freedoms of women in civilization had had its ups and downs and that this period was neither the most liberating nor the most constricted. If anything, Jane was fundamentally practical. She prided herself on that quality. It was what made her the most useful to her father. Yet, Lady Powell's bits of advice all pointed to the unfairness of a society in which a woman's value was dependent nearly entirely on her usefulness or attractiveness to a man.

The carriage listed and Jane fell to the side, slamming into the door. Her stomach and heart lurched as well.

"What the —?" Lord Powell sputtered from the floor where he'd fallen upon her legs. Lady Powell, too, lay sprawled across the carriage in a tangle of limbs. As the carriage righted itself, so did its occupants.

Powell rapped on the roof. "If that damn driver fell asleep at the reins, I'll have his neck."

The carriage picked up speed, charging over the road in uncomfortable jolts.

"Perhaps he's dead already," Lady Powell said acerbically, even as she tried to stay in her seat.

Asleep, dead or drunk, Jane didn't care. She simply wanted the carriage to stop or she'd soon be sick all over it.

It stopped with an explosion of wood and fabric, and Jane's head slammed back against her seat. She looked up at the blue sky, at flying pieces of wood, and then, fear coursing through her, she fell forward, hands flailing, reaching for purchase, finding wood that collapsed beneath her hands as she collapsed. She breathed in the heavy scent of earth and varnish and horse before something fell on top of her and her world turned to black. She wasn't dead; there was far toomuch pain for this to be death. As she struggled to open her eyes, she heard voices and opened her mouth to cry for help, but she choked on the sound as her visionfocused.

On the angel of death bending over Lord Powell, whose face was frozen into a mask of fear.

Was she next? Nausea clenched her stomach and she struggled to swallow down the acrid taste of her fear. With the sickening crack of Lord Powell's neck, Jane realized two things. One, surviving the carriage accident might not mean she would survive this. Two, the accident was no accident. She did not want to die like Lord Powell. She did not want to die at all. With effort, her gaze swept the area, searching for help, and then lingered on a horse that huffed and squealed as it struggled to stand, and beside it the soles of Lady Powell's green brocade shoes. The woman's body was eerily still.

The carriage carrying their servants and luggage was far ahead of them but the carriage carrying Mr. and Mrs. Brumble and Sir Joseph Grimsby was perhaps only an hour or two behind, if they had not stopped again. Not close enough to save her if she was marked for death. Desperation welled up in her strongly, froth upon the waves of pain and nausea. She could not give in to weakness. If ever she had needed clarity of mind, it was now.

Think.

If she were already dead, there would be no one to kill. She shut her eyes and slowed her breath as best as she could, but there was a raspy, rattling quality to each inhale that felt as loud as thunder in the perfect September day. Do not look at Death. Do not look at him. Do not move. She thought the commandments in the precise enunciations of her last governess. Perhaps if she had kept to her original seatmates, instead of leaping to join the Powells at the first chance, she would then be the one to soon gasp over the wreckage of the carriage, to cry over the lost friends, to think it all such a horrible accident.

Her breath sounded so loud that she almost missed the whisper of cloth against cloth, the scruff of boots treading upon packed earth. He was coming for her. But why? This shadow of a man could steal her valuables without murder.

"I know you are conscious," that rough voice said, first in French, then in crisp English.

His words gave her hope. Why speak to her if he intended to kill her? She opened her eyes and the brilliantly clear blue sky pained her. She parted her lips to speak, to say anything that would fight off this murderer. She fluttered the fingers of her right hand but could not move the appendage more than that. Something pinned her arm down. Then he was over her, suffocating her nearly with his body looming so, his dark hair a curtain against the sun. He looked familiar, but she was certain she had never before seen this man. A shadow of hair lined his jaw in a swarthy streak. The darkest eyes she had ever seen met hers. He took her breath away. The pain ebbed under the force of his gaze.

"What is your name?"

Perhaps this was death, or the moment before death, this floating, this being held up by one man's eyes, one man's will. She blinked, found it within herself to remember the pain. Where there was pain, there was life. She had learned that truth at a much younger age. But Lady Jane Langley lived in stately homes, intellectual salons, and crowded ballrooms. In this moment there was nothing to tie her to that girl. She was simply a woman struggling to stay alive. Shakily, she asked, "What name should I give you so you won't kill me, too?"


That look in her eyes — it made Gerard uncomfortable in a way he hadn't been in years, not since his first kill. This woman with her too pale face, her long English nose, even as she lay there bleeding and trapped under the wreckage of the carriage, stared at him with such an awareness of him. The way a lover looked after months, not moments.

That knowing cut him to the quick, made him wish she hadn't witnessed this final act of murder, because he would remember this look. Perhaps he could leave death behind, but still her eyes would haunt him. She was not Lady Powell — he had spotted her moments ago. This was an unexpected occupant, a slight wrinkle in the plans. Was she embroiled in Powell's secret life or was she as ignorant of it as he suspected Lady Powell to be? To make certain that Powell's death would not create an international incident, at least publicly, beyond the scope of Gerard's job, he carefully chose the manner of death and its location, on the border of Nassau and Hesse. But this unknown woman's disappearance ... all his research and planning was undone by her existence. She had witnessed him ensure Powell was no more.

Gerard reached for the woman's face, grasping her neck in one hand, her cheek, and the curve of her jaw in the other. Strands of fine, light brown hair slid over his fingers. With one firm movement she would be gone, that wary, challenging expression in her shockingly light, clear blue eyes extinguished forever. Under his fingers the skin was silky, soft, delicate. But she still watched him steadily, and he knew beneath the exterior, she was not delicate.

Her blood was seeping onto his trousers.

Nausea roiled through his stomach. That sensation, too, was one he hadn't experienced in years. He had become inured to death. Yet here he was quailing at the act when it was the only reasonable solution to an unexpected wrinkle in his plans. But he no longer wished to be the servant of death, especially not on a distasteful job he felt obligated to do.

When he had found Lady Powell lying several lengths away, assessed her injuries and determined that she was unconscious, he had felt a glimmer of satisfaction. She had witnessed nothing, and as far as he knew was not involved in the matter that had imperiled her husband. As a result, he had no wish to kill her if he need not, and her lack of consciousness allowed him to offer her mercy.

It was not the same for this unknown woman before him. She knew the wreck was no accident and thus there were only two options: he could kill her or take her with him.

And that last option didn't make any sense.

He removed his hands from her neck, pushed aside the wood that kept her pinned down, the glass that had cut her legs, arms, and cheek. He lifted her then, felt her muscles tense with pain, knew the moment that she passed out in his arms and that the burden of her unconscious body was completely his. He was a fool for what he was about to do.

CHAPTER 2

She was cold. She turned to her side to curl up. Pain flared at the attempt. It was everywhere, like the licking flames of hell. But she was still alive, and the pain that seemed to be all consuming was not. Mostly, there was a bone-crushing ache in her shoulder, a stinging in the vicinity of her chest, and a deep, aching pain in her leg.

She had been in an accident. She shuddered, reliving the jarring force of the crash of the carriage. The screams of the horses, of her companions. Her own screams.

The sound of death.

Her eyes snapped open as fear made her body rigid. Where was she and where was he? In the flickering candlelight, she could see the outline of a male form leaning against the wall, knees drawn up to his chest. Recognition knifed through her at the silhouette of his profile. She breathed in deeply and pushed the useless fear back, forced herself to take stock.

She was alive. She was naked but for a blanket and though her entire body ached and stung, she had the sense that not only had he let her live, he had tended to her. In the darkness she could not make out much of her surroundings, but there was a wall to her left and a bed beneath her.

He had taken her prisoner.

Had this all been about her? Was she being held for ransom? And if so, why?

His head turned and fear coursed through her body as his dark gaze met hers.

"You are awake." He pushed himself up off the floor and stood up. He grew larger in her vision and then, half illuminated by the candle, loomed over her. The shadow of hair at the line of his jaw was more pronounced. How long had she lain there?

"Who —" Jane stopped, swallowed, and tried to wet the desert of her throat. "Who are you?"

He pulled back the blanket to study her body, and though it was her body he bared, she felt infinitely more naked, as if he were stripping away from her everything she had ever known. His hands pressed lightly here and there, and each place where he touched flared to life with renewed pain.

"How badly am I injured?" She forced the words out between her swollen, cracked lips.

He pulled the cover back up and, perversely, she started to shiver.

"Your arm was dislocated. I reset it. It has started to swell but should heal. The rest of your body is mottled with bruises from collarbone to knee." Each word seemed to pierce the corresponding wound with fresh pain. "There is a deep gash on your leg that is stitched shut and, as yet, heals well. Inside? I cannot tell." He finished his litany, his eyes never once straying from her face.

He had tended to her injuries. Was that the action of a man who intended to kill her? Ransom, then. But again, why? Lord and Lady Powell were worth as much as the Langleys. Political secrets, then? Was there some information about the congress at Vienna that he wanted from her father?

Who are you? That question he had not yet answered, but he didn't need to answer for her to understand that he was an assassin.

She closed her eyes against his gaze, against dark eyes that revealed nothing even as they seemed to see into her, to know her in a way no one else had ever come close. Yet that was impossible, a fancy born of pain. How could an assassin look at her that way?

"Perhaps you will be able to give more information."

Was that why he had let her live? He wished to interrogate her? Should she admit she could not have any knowledge he sought? What answer would keep her alive? She opened her eyes again, met his curious gaze.

"Do you feel pain inside?"

Shock warred with relief as she realized he referred to her body. "I cannot distinguish between the sensations yet."

He made a small sound of acknowledgment.

"Come. Let me help you sit, and you may drink some water."

She watched him cross the room — the remnants of a rough, peasant sort of dwelling — and retrieve a full leather water bag. She struggled to move but found her limbs ridiculously weak. But he was at her side again, sitting beside her and lifting her with shocking gentleness. Pain and his heat burned through her. Cradled in his arms, she opened her mouth at the touch of the sweet water against her lips. She swallowed the liquid down, her thirst reborn with each new taste.

"Thank you," she said when she'd had her fill. She frowned at the grateful words that had come unconsciously. She was nearly certain that her injuries were due to an accident he had somehow instigated. She could not forget that even though he was now acting as healer, too.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Lady of Intrigue by Sabrina Darby, Alethea Spiridon Hopson. Copyright © 2015 Sabrina Darby. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

Sabrina Darby has been reading romance novels since the age of seven and learned her best vocabulary (dulcet, diaphanous, and turgid) from them. She started writing romance the day after her wedding when she woke up with an idea for a Regency. She resides in Southern California with her husband and son.

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Lady of Intrigue 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
Lady Jane often traveled with her father. As Jane grew older she helped her father whenever she could. Jane was practical and that was what was most useful to her dad. A lady’s value in Jane’s society nearly entirely depended on her usefulness and attractiveness to a man. Lady Jane had switched carriages at the inn and now rode with Lady and Lord Powell. Then there was something wrong with the carriage and they crashed.Then Jane realized they had been attacked as she had seen a man kill Lord Powell.Gerald realized there was an extra person in the carriage and all Gerald’s research and planning was for nothing because of Jane’s existence. Gerald had been careful so that when Lord Powell was found dead it would not become an international incident, Even though Gerald was used to death he could not just kill Lady Jane. Gerald knew he was being a fool but could not help himself and toke Jane with him. Gerald tended to Jane injuries the best he could. He helped Jane sit up to drink and then to eat. But Gerald would not answer any of Jane’s questions. I tried I just Could Not get into this story. I don't really know why. It seemed to drag to me and it just didn’t hold my interest. I received an ARC of this story for an honest review.
AustenStudent More than 1 year ago
Lady Jane Langley is on her way to Vienna to be with her father, where she acts as his factotem, his assistant and organizer, though he doesn’t truly appreciate her talents because she is a woman. But an unexpected carriage accident results in the death of an influential peer and she is injured. But instead of killing her, the assassin, Gerard Badeau, sweeps Jane away, takes care of her, and helps her to heal. For some reason, he feels a kindred spirit in Jane–read: attraction–nd feels compelled to spare her life. Since the moment he had first found her she had intrigued him because she was brave, honest, and vibrant in the face of death. Indeed Jane displays not a single missish histrionic despite the fact that a killer is taking care of her! I find this very odd, almost unrealistic, a sort of Stockholm Syndrome, no matter how hot the guy is! In fact, Jane clings to him and draws closer to him as he cares for her. This man had been her caretaker as well as her lover. She could show him weakness because he did believe in her strengths. Gerard is the illegitimate grandson and also half-brother to Marcus Templeton. Marcus is the hero of Lord of Regrets, the first book in Sabrina Darby’s unnamed series featuring the illegitimate grandchildren of one Lord Landsdowne, a crochety, powerful, and mysterious old man. Gerard was trained in espionage by a beloved tutor who was like a father to him in the face of his own absent parent. But this man also taught him to be an assassin, in addition to the spy work, something his grandfather never intended. Now after this last mission, Gerard wants out because he also wants a life with Jane. But she is afraid to be ruined socially and so he tries to make himself worthy of her, even as it endangers both of them. When Jane begins to investigate the reasons behind the assassination attempt in a desire to reveal more about the man she loves, she puts her own life in danger. But she had to know. Was there perhaps an honorable excuse for his actions? Did any of that matter? Yet she was compelled. Lord Landsdowne is a member of a secret organization called the “Group of Eight,” an enigmatic and unorthodox group of powerful men who guide the future of England. He wields power over his grandchildren, too, as he holds financial and class influence. I have read all of Ms. Darby books and she writes very well. Her writing has a spare, ethereal quality about it and I love her voice. But this book is much more slower paced than any of her other works; it has an almost languorous quality to it, rich with power and intent, but melancholy. A good book, but not one of my favorites. This review first appeared on Romantic Historical Reviews.
LightningCityBookReview More than 1 year ago
This Historical Romance drew me in with an ethereal tone and a dreamlike quality told in the third person Point of View. The story was intriguing and suspenseful, romantic and curious with a hint of danger. The hero, Gerard, is a mysterious and treacherous character but radiating a vulnerability and protective nature at the same time. The heroine, Lady Jane, is a typical lady of society. At the books onset, in Jane's scenes with Gerard I like her strength and courage, she is inquisitive and intelligent. Unfortunately as the book progresses further and further along I really begin to intensely dislike her. Gerard is such a likeable character who grows so much in both maturity and emotionally from unfeeling and cold-blooded to wanting to surround himself with his family and be in love and make a family and have a home. While Jane, although she claims to love Gerard, puts conditions on her ever being with him forever - conditions he will never achieve. It's as though she gets his hopes up and he is so happy - like a puppy and internally she is thinking yes but I'll never marry you because you don't have a title or because of your past no matter what I tell you. Unfortunately, this back and forth - totally on Jane's end of the relationship is why I did not rate this novel higher. I loved the storyline and I loved the hero. The many secondary characters where wonderful comic relief or on hand for sharing their life lessons. The first quarter of the book is riveting, tender, and romantically breathtaking. My favorite is when he wrote on her skin with his finger "Mine", "Love", in several languages after the first time he told her he loved her. But once Jane gets her wish and back into Society everything becomes muddled - necessarily so for the storyline but Jane's duality of emotions is difficult to tolerate for so long - frankly it was too much for me to tolerate for so long. Again, loved the Hero, loved the storyline I loved the tone and feel of the Point of View - but the Heroine was "a pill". To read the entire review please visit: http://bit.ly/1MA0EKs This novel was provided by the Publisher for a honest review.
Caterina_Neko More than 1 year ago
This book really lived up to its title, with a significant amount of intrigues and hidden conspiracies being involved! But it was so much more, at the same time! It was a tribute to love between lovers, as well as family members! But first things first... It all started when Lady Jane Langley was involved in a -not really- accident, where she witnessed a stranger killing one of her co-passengers. The course of prior events, that are thoroughly explained later in the book, forced that stranger, named Gerard Badeau to hesitate before killing the witness. Instead, he decided to take her with him, unwilling to let her live and betray his secret and identity, but also unable to find the courage to finish her off, too. From there on, an adventure begins for the Jane and Gerard, where the time they spend together force them to make an alliance, based at first on the severe injuries the lady has suffered and his tending to them, and later to a much deeper connection that starts to form between them slowly but on a steady pace. I loved the way the author described this delicate blossoming of love between the heroes, while they both struggled to find themselves and realize their feelings for each other. The whole procedure seemed very similar to what happens in real life, too, even if the people involved are not as complicated and complex as a lady and an assassin loving one other! The book proceeded in a steady pace with no rushed feelings coming forward. Everything seemed so natural, when at first it was the close proximity and the fact that they were alone seemingly outside of the real world that brought them together, the long conversations they had with each other, the physical attraction and the need to consummate their strong feelings, and, least but not last, the actual love settling. A love that meant the abandonment of any egotistical feelings about their previous lifestyles. There was also a strong reference to the meaning of family, referring not only to the marriage, but also to the relationship with the heroes' parents, as well as their siblings and their closed ones, something I also extremely enjoyed. I could go on and on about the love between Jane and Gerard, and they way I perceived the whole procedure taking place, but instead, I will decide to not spoil the fun of the discovery for the rest of the readers. I will just emphasize the fact that I loved the way everything was flowing, the way the author described them, and the fact that the excitement started right from the first chapter! All in all, 5 stars to an amazing experience of love of all kinds!
AFOX0 More than 1 year ago
Lady Jane Langley is a brave, honest and vibrant heroine. While en route to joining her father in Vienna, Jane makes a last minute, impetuous decision to change places for another carriage among her traveling companions. Unwary, she is plunged onto the path of an assassin while witnessing a murder, and she looks upon her assailant before she blacks out from her injuries. Gerard Badeau, is the illegitimate grandson of an English earl. Raised by his tutor, his education includes that of a gentleman, but he is also tutored in the ways of intrigue and clandestine games. When the unexpected woman is found in the same carriage as his marked victim, he feels there is something about her that calls to him. The unfortunate event turns to opportunity for Gerard, as he struggles with his emotions about letting Jane live, and turmoil over wanting more than a life in constant shadows. He takes Jane to a cabin hideout in the mountains to care for her. Thus, begins a friendship, of sort, for both Jane and Gerard as they spend days together while she heals. Each day finds them revealing bits of their past, their hearts desires, and feelings. Both Gerard and Jane can’t deny the growing attraction between them. But Jane knows she must return to society, because in her heart their relationship is seen as an impossible match and will not be accepted amongst English high society. But can Jane accept Gerard’s life in the shadows? For Gerard, Jane is his salvation from loneliness, towards a better life away from intrigue. For Jane, Gerard is gentle, caring and protective, and he is everything she wants in a man. They are matched perfectly in intellect, both crave tenderness and comfort, a life of love, hope and joy. I absolutely admired Gerard in his determination to be with Jane, regardless of class boundaries. He is relentless in his pursuit and trying to find a suitable way to be with her. Jane is a bit more stubborn, and holds out longer as she is not willing to have Gerard risk his life and place their lives in constant danger. Lady Of Intrigue is a beautifully written, sensual romance, rich in characterization and woven with a bit of suspense. This story has all the elements that make a romance swoon worthy with two unlikely individuals separated by class differences, but bound together in every way that matters. A copy was provided by Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. My rating: 4
MELHUTCHINSON More than 1 year ago
I love when we get a good historical and this is one of those! Sabrina Darby did a very good job with this one making it interesting and incorporating just the right amount of romance. This story made me feel like I was lost in another time and I loved that about it! Lady Jane is on her way to meet her father when their carriage is in an accident. When Jane comes to from the accident, she finds out that one of her companions on the trip is dead. Questions of if the accident was actually an accident or intended begin to cross Jane's mind. She remembers seeing something. Gerard is a man that has been raised to do these types of "jobs" and had never thought twice about it. It is just a way of life for him and his family. When Gerard is surprised by Lady Jane being in the carriage, he knows that he has to take her as his hostage because Jane might tell that it was no accident that her companion ended up dead. What Gerard was not prepared for was the way that he is attracted to Lady Jane and the feelings that he begins to develop for her. Lady Jane and Gerard are from two very different backgrounds. Lady Jane is not willing to give up her status and all that she has in order to be with Gerard, but will Gerard conform to her ways in order for them to be together? These two go back and forth, but one thing that is for sure is that they love each other. Will they be able to find a way to make it all work out? You need to get lost in this historical and find out how it all ends for Lady Jane and Gerard. Very well written and flows flawlessly. Thanks Sabrina for a great read and I look forward to more from you in the near future in this series!!
TammyS32 More than 1 year ago
Lady Jady opts to switch carriages on her way to meet her father and her whole world is changed in an instant. She watches an assassination and wakes up to find herself kidnapped by the very man who she watch commit murder. Gerard is just doing another job and is surprised to find another passenger in the carriage, the question is what will he do with her? There is plenty of drama in this historical romance and the characters have depth and emotion. I enjoyed the story and the chemistry between the hero and heroine, I feel there could have been a bit better flow to the story and a bit more intensity and depth. It is a very enjoyable historical romance.
Sissymae1 More than 1 year ago
I so loved this book!! I loved how quickly our hero(Gerard Badeau) realized that there were something different about our heroine (Lady Jane Langley)very quickly..then he was just a quick to realize he was in love. I truly wish I could give it 10 stars at least! The story is that Lady Jane is pretty much her fathers assistant and is traveling to meet up with him. Lady Jane decides to switch carriages and travel with a husband and wife headed to the same detestation. While travel with them their carriage comes under attack by our Gerard who is doing one of his 'jobs". Gerard did not except Lady Jane to be in the carriage and has to decided to keep her or kill her. He quickly takes her with him and starts their love story. I liked how the interacted, how he changed and knew that he had to be a better person for Lady Jane. Lady Jane to changed...she decided she wanted more out of life and that she had been just 'sleeping' before. I hope that you find this book as good as I did...love theses books that gives you a break from the everyday life and takes you to a different time!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story is one of a man with a shadowed past who falls in love with a proper lady. Who wants to leave his old life behind & start a respectable life with her but she is unwilling to give up her position in society to marry a man beneath her. Lady Jane Langley has acted for years as her father’s factotum & his latest assignment has her journeying to join him in Vienna with the rest of the British delegation. A decision to swap carriages during her journey results in her witnessing the assassination of one of her travelling companions & herself being badly injured. Losing consciousness, Jane awakens to find herself in the care of her captor. Initially thinking that she has been kidnapped for ransom, she discovers that her captor has no idea of her identity. A cat & mouse game ensues with each trying to learn more of the other but an attraction soon grows between them as Gerard finds himself coming to care too much for the intelligent and forthright Jane who awaken emotions that he thought long dead while Jane finds it only too easy to fall for the handsome, strong Gerard who cares for her so protectively even tho she is a witness of his assassination. Jane & Gerard declare their love early in the book but while Gerard wants to leave everything behind & start a new life with Jane, she is not willing to leave her life to be with a man whose identity is unknown to her (initially) & whom she has seen kill in front of her eyes BUT she easily has sex with him “This will ruin me” – that was her only protest if it could even be called that- & flips up her skirts (ok not quite but that’s how it felt). She continues to have sex with him & welcome him to her bed while still declaring that she would never leave her current life & place in society for him "You want to leave your life, Gerard. I do not wish to leave mine. But I do not see how you fit into this world.” The story failed to capture my interest & I really didn’t care for Jane much. I found the writing very dry & it was a struggle for me to get thru the book. Copy gifted in exchange for an honest review.
Theardentreader More than 1 year ago
A carriage accident leads to some rather strange circumstances for our heroine, Lady Jane Langley. It seems this is not an accidental occurrence and Jane sees more than she wanted to see. She is trapped and can do nothing until someone frees her. She loses consciousnesses and awakens an undetermined amount of time later, fully naked under a blanket with a strange man in the room. The man she witnessed kill her friend and traveling companion. In an impossible situation, Jane must be very careful. I feel as though there was more to the story that may have been edited out? I really wanted to like this book! I liked the idea of the plot, and the beginning was very promising. I felt that it did not deliver. I don't like to write bad reviews, But the entire time I was reading, I was thinking there must be more. I wanted more information about why Jane was acting the way she was and why Gerard seemed so obsessed. Why a trained spy and assassin would suddenly melt at the site of a pair of blue eyes, no matter how fine. A few glaring mistakes threw me right out of the story. "It is what it is, or rather was what it was" is something we say in our times, I don't think that was appropriate and in another instance, Jane had just handed her outerwear to the maid after having come into the house, and in the next instant, her coach was stopping outside her home. Someone missed that one entirely! I really liked the characters, but things didn't come together for me. Why, after all the years Jane helped her father, would he suddenly change the way he treated her? And why was she so stubborn towards Gerard? I will give this author another try, though, everyone has a bad day now and then! I'm going to say this was a 3 star for me. *NetGalley Courtesy Copy*
CathyGeha More than 1 year ago
Lady Jane Langley world is turned upside down when the carriage she is riding to Vienna in careens off the road and crashes. Her life is in danger not only from injuries but also from the mysterious man that has assassinated one of her traveling companions. Thus begins the story of Jane and Marcus. There is instant attraction between Marcus and Jane but due to their lineage, upbringing, life experiences, class expectations and desires for the future their road to a happily ever will encounter quite a few obstacles. The novel is more a narration than an interactive action packed story filled with dialogue and daring-do. I believe that Jane’s personality is believable and her growth and growing awareness was also remarkable. I felt I got to know Marcus better and felt more for him than I did for or with Jane. The story was different than the usual sometimes fluffy regency romances I have read. I have a feeling that some of the supporting characters and villains mentioned in this book will reappear in future books in the series and I hope to hear in one of the future books that Szabo gets his comeuppance and that Bohm will have a happily ever after story of his own. Thank you to NetGalley and Entangled Publishing, LLC for the copy of this book to read and review.