There are disadvantages to being an heiress, as Eliza Martin knows well. Fortune hunters corner her, friends become opportunistic, and lately, someone is engineering "accidents" to propel her into marriage. Not one to be bullied, Eliza needs the right man to infiltrate the nest of suitors. . .
. . .So Do Certain Men
By all measures, Jasper Bond is the wrong man for the job. He can't dance, isn't known for his restraint, and his blood heats whenever he's near his latest employer. Eliza Martin insists no one will believe an intellectual like her could be seduced by a man of action like Jasper, but the combination of his desire and her mystery makes the case one he can't resist. Client satisfaction is a point of pride and it's his pleasure to prove he's just the man she needs after all. . .
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Pride and Pleasure
By SYLVIA DAY
BRAVA BOOKSCopyright © 2011 Sylvia Day
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Chapter OneLondon, England, 1818
As a thief-taker, Jasper Bond had been consulted in a number of unusual locations, but today was the first in a church. Some of his clients were at home in the rookeries his crew haunted. Others were most comfortable in the palace. This particular prospective client appeared to be one of strong faith since he'd designated St. George's as the location of their assignation. Jasper suspected it was considered a "safe" place, which told him this person was ill at ease with retaining an individual of dubious morality. That suited him fine. He would probably be paid well and kept at a distance: his favorite sort of commission.
Alighting from his carriage, Jasper paused to better appreciate the impressive portico and Corinthian columns of the church's façade. Muted singing flowed outward from the building, a lovely contrast to the frustrated shouts of coachmen and the clatter of horses' hooves behind him. His cane hit the street with a thud, his gloved palm wrapped loosely around the eagle's-head top. With hat in hand, he waved his driver away.
Today's appointment had been arranged by Mr. Thomas Lynd, a man who shared Jasper's trade and confidence for many reasons, not the least of which was his mentorship of Jasper in the profession. Jasper would never presume to call himself a moral man, but he did function under the code of ethics Lynd had taught him—help those in actual need of it. He did not extort protection money as other thief-takers did. He did not steal goods with one hand in order to charge for their return with the other. He simply found what was lost and protected those who wanted security, which begged the question of why Lynd was passing on this post. With such similar principles, either of them should have been as good as the other.
Because Jasper had an inordinate fondness for puzzles and mysteries, he was too intrigued by Lynd's motives to do anything besides follow through. This, despite the location being one that necessitated his handling the inquiry personally, which was something he rarely did. He preferred to work through trusted employees to retain the anonymity necessary to his greater personal plans.
Mounting the steps, he entered St. George's and paused to absorb the wave of music that rolled over him. Near the front on the right side was the raised canopied pulpit; on the left, the bi-level reading desk. The many box pews were empty of the faithful. Only the choir occupied the space, their voices raised in musical praise.
Jasper withdrew his pocket watch and checked the time. It was directly on the hour. In his profession, he found it highly useful to be a slave to punctuality. He moved to the stairs that would take him up to the right-side gallery for his appointment.
When he reached the landing, he paused. His gaze was drawn to and held by wild tufts of white hair defying gravity. One hopelessly overworked black ribbon failed to tame the mass into anything but a messy, lopsided queue. As he watched, the unfortunate owner of the horrendous coiffure reached up and scratched it into further disarray.
So fascinated was Jasper with the monstrosity of that hair, it took him a moment to register the petite form beside its owner. Once he did, however, his interest was snared. In complete opposition to her companion, the woman was blessed with glossy tresses of a reddish-blond hue so rare it was arresting. They were the only two people in the gallery, yet neither had the tense expectation inherent in those who were awaiting an individual or event. Instead they were singularly focused on the choir below.
Where was the individual he was scheduled to meet?
Sensing she was the object of perusal, the woman turned her head and met Jasper's weighted gaze. She was attractive. Not in the exceptionally remarkable way of her hair but pleasing all the same. Deep blue eyes stared at him from beneath thick lashes. She had an assertive nose and high cheekbones. When she bit her lower lip, she displayed neat white teeth, and when her lips pursed, she revealed a tiny dimple. It was a charming face rather than beautiful, and notable for her seeming displeasure at the sight of him.
"Mr. Bond," she said, after a slight delay. "I did not hear you approach."
One could blame the choir's singing for that. However, the truth of it was that he walked silently. He'd learned the skill long ago. It had saved his life then and continued to do so in recent years.
Standing, she moved toward him with a determined stride and thrust out her hand. As if cued, the singers below ended their hymn, leaving a sudden silence into which she said, "I am Eliza Martin."
Her voice surprised him. Soft as a summer breeze, but threaded with steel. The sound of it lingered, stirring his imagination to travel in directions it shouldn't.
He shifted his cane to his other hand and accepted her greeting. "Miss Martin."
"I appreciate your courtesy in meeting with me. However, you are exactly what I feared you would be."
"Oh?" Taken aback by her direct approach, he found himself becoming more intrigued. "In what way?"
"In every way, sir. I contacted Mr. Lynd because we require a certain type of individual. I regret the need to say you are not he."
"Would you object to my request for elaboration?"
"The points are too numerous," she pronounced.
"Nevertheless, a man in my position seeks predictability in others but fears it in himself. Since you state I am the epitome of what you did not want, I feel I must request an accounting of the criteria upon which you based your judgment."
Miss Martin seemed to ponder his response for a moment. In the brief time of introspection, Jasper collected what his instincts had recognized upon first sight: Eliza Martin was intensely aware of him. Without her cognizance, her baser senses were reacting to him much the way his were to her: her delicate nostrils flared, her breathing quickened, her body swayed with the undercurrent of agitation ... a doe sensing the hunter nearby.
"Yes," she said, with a catch in her voice. "I can see why that would be true."
"Of course it's true. I never lie to clients." He never bedded them either, but that was about to change.
"You have not been engaged," she reminded, "so I am not a client."
The man with the frightening hair intruded. "Eliza, marry Montague and be done with this farce."
With the voicing of that one name, Jasper knew why he'd received the referral and how little chance Eliza Martin had of dismissing him.
"I will not be bullied, my lord," she said firmly.
"Invite Mr. Bond to sit, then."
"That won't be necessary."
Skirting her, Jasper settled into the pew behind the one they occupied.
"Mr. Bond ..." Miss Martin gave a resigned exhalation. "My lord, may I present Mr. Jasper Bond? Mr. Bond, this is my uncle, the Earl of Melville."
"Lord Melville." Jasper greeted the earl with a slight bow of his head. He knew of Melville as the head of the Tremaine family, a lot renowned for their eccentricities. "I believe you will find me to be highly suitable for any task in want of a thief-taker to manage it."
Miss Martin's blue eyes narrowed on him in silent reproach for attempting to circumvent her. "Sir, I am certain you are capable in most circumstances. However—"
"About the many points ...?" he interjected, circling back. He disliked proceeding when there were still matters left unaddressed.
"You are overly tenacious." She remained standing, as if prepared to show him out.
"An excellent trait to have in my profession."
"Yes, but that doesn't mitigate the rest."
The earl's gaze darted back and forth between them.
She shook her head. "Can we not simply leave it at that, Mr. Bond?"
"I would rather we didn't." He set his hat on the seat beside him. "I have always taken pride in my ability to manage any situation put before me. How will I provide exemplary service if I can no longer make that claim?"
"Really, sir," Miss Martin protested. "I did not say you are unsuitable for your trade as a whole, only in regards to our situation—"
"Which is ...?"
"A matter of some delicacy."
"I cannot assist you if I am ignorant of the details," he pointed out.
"I do not want your assistance, Mr. Bond. You fail to collect that."
"Because you refuse to explain yourself. Mr. Lynd thought I was suitable and you trusted his judgment enough to arrange this meeting." Jasper would pay Lynd handsomely for the referral. It had been far too long since he'd felt this level of interest in anything beyond his need for vengeance.
"Mr. Lynd does not have the same considerations I do."
"Which are ...?"
"Sir, you are exasperating."
And she was fascinating. Her eyes sparkled with irritation, her right foot tapped against the floor, and her fisted hands moved often as if to rest on her hips. But she resisted the urge. He found her resistance most appealing. What would it take to break it and see her unrestrained? He couldn't wait to find out.
"I will compensate you for your time today," she said, "so all is not a complete loss to you. There is no need to continue this discussion."
"You overlook the possibility that I might have intended to assign a member of my crew to you, Miss Martin. I would, however, need to know what your situation is so I can determine whose skills would best suit your requirements." He intended to service her himself, but he wasn't above a little subterfuge when the prize was this delicious.
"Oh." She bit her lower lip again. "I hadn't considered that."
"So I noted."
Miss Martin finally sank back onto the pew in a movement of eminent grace. "Just so we are clear you won't do."
"It isn't clear." He set his cane between his legs and placed his hands atop it, one over the other. "At least, not to me."
She glanced at his lordship, then—reluctantly—back to Jasper. "You force me to say what I would rather not, Mr. Bond. Frankly, you are too handsome for the task."
He was stunned into momentary silence. Then, he relished an inner smile. How delightful she was, even when cross.
"Mr. Lynd was less conspicuous than you," she continued. "You are quite large and, as I said, far too comely."
Lynd was a score of years older and average in height, features, and build. Jasper looked to the earl and found the man staring at his niece with confusion. "I fail to see what bearing my face has on my investigative skills."
"In addition—" her voice grew stronger as she warmed to the topic of his faults, "—it would be impossible to disguise the air about you which distinguishes you."
"Pray tell me what that is." He was beginning to find it difficult to hide his growing enjoyment of the conversation.
"You are a predator, Mr. Bond. You have the appearance of one, and you carry yourself like one. To be blunt, you are clearly capable of being a dangerous man."
"I see." Fascination deepened into captivation. Perhaps she wasn't so innocent, after all. He spent obscene amounts of coin on his attire, deliberately crafting an appearance so polished very few saw past it to the rough edges underneath.
"I doubt you would be effective at your profession if you were not possessed of both predatory and dangerous qualities," she qualified in a conciliatory tone.
"And many others," he offered.
Miss Martin nodded. "Yes, I suspect the trade requires you to be well versed in a multitude of skills."
"It certainly helps."
"However, your masculine beauty negates all of that."
Jasper was ready to move forward. "Would you get to the point, Miss Martin? What—exactly—did you intend to hire me to accomplish?"
"Quite a bit, actually. Protection, investigation, and ... to act as my suitor."
"I beg your pardon?" Bond's voice rumbled through the air between them.
Eliza was flustered and out of sorts, and her state was entirely his fault. She had not anticipated that he would be so persistent or so curious. And she had certainly not expected a man of his appearance. Not only was he the handsomest man she had ever seen, but he was dressed in garments fit for a peer and he carried his large frame with a sleek, predaceous grace.
He also regarded her in a manner that would only lead to trouble.
To receive such an examination from a man who looked like Jasper Bond was highly disconcerting. Men such as he usually dismissed women of average appearance the moment they saw them. That was why she took such pains to be as unobtrusive in her attire selections as possible. Why encourage responses she was ill-equipped to deal with?
Perhaps his interest was engaged by the color of her hair? Her mother had posited that some men had a peculiar preference for specific parts of the female body and for tresses of a certain hue.
"Repeat yourself, please, Miss Martin," Bond said, watching her with those dark and intense eyes.
It was her curse to feel compelled to gaze directly at the person with whom she was speaking. She found it difficult to think quickly when awed by Jasper Bond's perfection. Stunning as he was from the shoulders down, he was more so from the shoulders up. His hair was as thick and dark as her favorite ink, and blessed with a similar sheen. The length—slightly overlong—was perfect for framing his features: the distinguished nose, the deep-set eyes, the stern yet sensual mouth. It was a testament to the way he carried himself that he could be so formidable with such a pretty face. He was very clearly not a man one wished to cross.
"I need protection—" she said again.
"I heard that part."
"And—" her chin went up, "—a suitor."
He nodded as if that were a mundane request, but the glitter in his eyes was anticipatory. "That's what I thought you said."
"Eliza ..." The earl stared at his clasped hands and shook his head.
"My lord," Bond began in a casual tone. "Were you aware of the nature of Miss Martin's inquiry?"
"Trying times these are," Lord Melville muttered. "Trying times."
Bond's precise gaze moved back to Eliza. Her brow lifted.
"Is he daft?" Bond queried.
"His brain is so advanced, it stumbles over mediocrity."
"Or perhaps it's tangled by your reasoning in this endeavor?"
Her shoulders went back. "My reasoning is sound. And sarcasm is unproductive, Mr. Bond. Please refrain from it."
"Oh?" His tone took on a dangerous quality. "And what is it you hope to produce by procuring a suitor?"
"I am not in want of stud service, sir. Only a depraved mind would leap to that conclusion."
"Stud service ..."
"Is that not what you are thinking?"
A wicked smile came to his lips. Eliza was certain her heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. "It wasn't, no."
Wanting to conclude this meeting as swiftly as possible, she rushed forward. "Do you have someone who can assist me or not?"
Bond snorted softly, but the derisive sound seemed to be directed inward and not at her. "From the beginning, if you would please, Miss Martin. Why do you need protection?"
"I have recently found myself to be a repeated victim of various unfortunate—and suspicious—events."
Eliza expected him to laugh or perhaps give her a doubtful look. He did neither. Instead, she watched a transformation sweep over him. As fiercely focused as he'd been since his arrival, he became more so when presented with the problem. She found herself appreciating him for more than his good looks.
He leaned slightly forward. "What manner of events?"
"I was pushed into the Serpentine. My saddle was tampered with. A snake was loosed in my bedroom—"
"I understand it was a Runner who referred you to Mr. Lynd, who in turn referred you to me."
"Yes. I hired a Runner for a month, but Mr. Bell discovered nothing. No attacks occurred while he was engaged."
"Who would want to injure you, and why?"
She offered him a slight smile, a small show of gratitude for the gravity he was displaying. Anthony Bell had come highly recommended, but he'd never taken her seriously. In fact, he had been amused by her tales and she'd never felt he was dedicated to the task of discovery. "Truthfully, I am not certain whether they intend bodily harm, or if they simply want to goad me into marriage as a way to establish some permanent security. I see no reason to any of it."
"Are you wealthy, Miss Martin? Or certain to be?"
"Yes. Which is why I doubt they sincerely aim to cause me grievous injury—I am worth more alive. But there are some who believe it isn't safe for me in my uncle's household. They claim he is an insufficient guardian, that he is touched and ready for Bedlam. As if any individual capable of compassion would put a stray dog in such a place, let alone a beloved relative."
Excerpted from Pride and Pleasure by SYLVIA DAY Copyright © 2011 by Sylvia Day. Excerpted by permission of BRAVA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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I was skeptical about reading this book at first because i prefer novels set in modern times but since I loved Sylvia Day's book Bared To You I decided to give it a chance. It took me less than 24 hours to read it because I could not put it down!! The dynamic between the two lead characters, Jasper & Eliza, is enticing and SIZZLING!!! Plus I love that the author gives you both perspectives, so you know what they are both thinking. Great read, highly recommend it!
Much better than her book "Bared to you". However if you are looking for great historical fiction I recommend Stephanie Laurens. If you are looking for hot steamy bedroom scenes try Toni Blake. Sylvia is OK, she is just not as great as the above mentioned authors. The story line was good, the characters were alright but the bedroom scenes were a little lacking.
Not Sylvia Day's usual quality I usually love books by Sylvia Day, and find it a chore to put them down. I am a huge fan of her historical romances because of their intensity. This book however, read in such a slow manner. Every conversation that didn't involve the hero and heroine seamed to drag along at a snails pace. There were quite a few secondary characters, but none of them had enough depth to allow me to care about their welfare. The love scenes between Jasper and Eliza were hot and no less than I have come to expect from Day. Her love scenes are hot because both parties are not just expressing lust/desire for one another, but something stronger that runs much deeper. Day writes with so much passion, that it feels as if the characters need each other in order to survive. This book would have been a 4 or 5 star if more time had been spent with the couple or if the secondary characters and plot had been more interesting.
Great book, I can't wait for more.
Not my cup of tea
I think I'm becoming bias to Sylvia Day. I have not read a book of hers that I didn't love. The historical genre she writes is magnificent. Another one that will cause you to laugh out loud and root for the Rake and heroin.
Pride and Pleasure BY Sylvia Day is another exciting Erotic Regency Historical Romance set in 1818 London. Re-issue edition from Kensington. Follow Jasper Bond,and Eliza Martin on a sexual journey that includes passion,mystery,seduction,danger,and client satisfaction. A compelling story where sex isn't everything. An erotic tale of a romp through England,but a very sweet tale as well. With charming characters who are intellectual,stubborn,realistic,sexy and lovable. The plot is intriguing as well as mysterious. A must read for anyone who enjoys erotic romance with lots of twists and turns.I love this author's historical tales,they are engaging and thought-provoking and yes, erotic. What's not to love? Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: HOT REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Review courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
I'm having so much trouble getting into this book! I love her Bared to You books but this one is no where being at the same level. The book just goes so slow...I had started it a while back and put it down after abut the first 20 pages because tge beginning did not "hook" me in. I'm trying with a huge amount of effort to stick with it, even now I've got about 100 more pages left and am extremely bored & want to quit reading it but want to just get it over with so I can archive it! The only positive about this book is the steamy sex scenes.
It was a good book but confusing because of the period language. But as usual another good book from sylvia.
Eliza Martin believes her life in danger so she hires a bodyguard with unexpected results!