Improper Duenna – Paula Marshall

atrick was lying back, eyes closed, the faintest stig- of weariness on his face. And that’s no surprise, tht Hanson as he deftly turned Sir Patrick’s head to (0. Five o’clock this morning when he chooses to come . He’ll leave it too late one of these days. Who’d have ht it of that cool piece? Hidden depths there, to keep n her bed all night. y master was in a half-doze.

The weariness told no lie. id been compelled to force himself to leave Chloe this ing, sleeping as she was. He hardly knew himself. It lmost as though he were a boy again, enjoying the act e for the first time. The man who had become life’s nic spectator, who regarded women as a moment’s ire to be thoroughly enjoyed, but then to be put down rgotten, mere incidents in a busy daily life, had gone.

tead, his thoughts were full of Chloe, his next meet- ith her, when he provoked her barbed comments—he ever thought to look forward to speaking to a woman. ow he appreciated comparing the cold classicism of her > face with that of the wild Valkyrie whose bed he 1 at night, and who enjoyed herself so thoroughly that 0, was transported into realms he had never known d.

Only he knew that, beneath the dowdy dresses t which Serena sneered, lay a body of such magnifi- that the sight of it still took his breath away. d last night she had sat astride him, while he had lain ie horde behind hic baad: ac were Hors: clasped in his, except that she had suddenly removed them and dressed herself to pleasuring him with them, too. “‘Comfortable?’’ she had said, moving gently.

He | nodded, in a state of such fulfilment that he could bar think, let alone speak.

‘You are in the wrong room, sir.” Chloe stared at the man before her, clad only in his breeches, his torso as splendid as that of Apollo, the ex- pression on his face not at all that of a mam caught at a disadvantage. Sir Patrick had to admire her composure. No emotion, no hysterics. “Tam certainly not in the right one,”’ he conceded. “But you were a moment ago. Until Sir Charles arrived so unexpectedly, I believe. Did you leave the rest of your elegant clothes for poor Charles to find?”

Patrick’s mouth twitched. “‘I fear that milady threw them out of the window.” “A pity. Perhaps you should retrieve them. I bid you goodnight, Sir Patrick,”’ she said coolly, though inside she was on fire. She was suddenly unaccountably tempted to take this man into her own bed, to learn for herself the secret all women who had known men were aware of.

Regency England: 1811-1820 “Tt was the best of times, it was the worst of times… .’’ As George III languished in madness, the pampered and profligate Prince of Wales led the land in revelry and the elegant Beau Brummel set the style. Across the Channel, Napoleon continued to plot against the English until his final exile to St. Helena. Across the Atlantic, America renewed hostilities with an old adversary, declaring war on Britain in 1812. At home, Society glittered, love matches abounded and poets such as Lord Byron flourished.

It was a time of heroes and villains, a time of unrelenting charm and gaiety, when entire fortunes were won or lost on a turn of the dice and reputation was all. A dazzling period that left its mark on two continents and whose very name became a byword for elegance and romance. : r AN {PROPER “Harlequin Books TORONTO ¢ NEW YORK * LONDON AMSTERDAM ¢ PARIS ¢ SYDNEY e HAMBURG STOCKHOLM ¢ ATHENS e TOKYO ¢ MILAN _ MADRID e WARSAW ¢ BUDAPEST e AUCKLAND If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property.

It was reported as ‘‘unsold and destroyed’ to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this ‘‘stripped book.” 2 Raw Published October 1993 ISBN 0-373-31207-5 AN IMPROPER DUENNA Copyright © 1992 by Paula Marshall. All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the permission of the publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9.

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