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Author: Dare Tessa One Dance with a Duke (The Stud Club, Book 1). Read more One Dance With The Cowboy · Read more. A handsome and reclusive horse breeder, Spencer Dumarque, the fourth Duke of Morland, is a member of the exclusive Stud Club, an organization so select it. Tessa Dare In One Dance with a Duke - the first novel in Tessa Dare's delightful new trilogy - secrets O PDF do primeiro capítulo ainda não está disponível.
She's an excellent addition. It had to be. I loved that he was a secret romantic. No, cancel Yes, report it Thanks! He is the talk of the ton and everyone speculates on why he is so elusive and secretive. I always haven't had much luck with this genre, but the blurb sounded promising enough for me to give it a go.
If he wished to see his ward Claudia well-married in a few years, he must pave the way for her eventual debut. And occasionally there were high-stakes card games to be found in the back rooms of these affairs, well away from the white-powdered matrons playing whist. So he made his appearance, but strictly on his own terms. One set, no more. As little conversation as possible.
And if the ton were determined to throw their sacrificial virgins at his feet…he would do the choosing. Usually he favored them young and vapid, more interested in preening for the crowd than capturing his notice. Quite pretty, with a vivacious arch to her brow and plump, rosy lips. The thing was, those lips lost all their allure when she kept them in constant motion. While most women eagerly supplied both sides of any conversation, Miss Waterford would not be satisfied with his repertoire of brusque nods and inarticulate clearings of the throat.
That was his reward for indulging aesthetic sensibilities.
Enough with the pretty ones. For his partner tonight, he would select a meek, silent, wallflower of a girl. She need only be quiet.
As he approached the knot of young ladies, his eye settled on a slender reed of a girl standing on the fringe of the group, looking positively jaundiced in melon-colored satin.
When he advanced toward her, she cowered into the shadow of her neighbor. She refused to even meet his gaze. Just as he extended his hand in invitation, he was arrested by a series of unexpected sounds. The rattle of glass panes. The slam of a door. Heels clicking against travertine in a brisk, staccato rhythm. Spencer swiveled instinctively. A youngish woman in blue careened across the floor like a billiard ball, reeling to a halt before him.
His hand remained outstretched from his aborted invitation to Miss Melony Satin, and this newly-arrived lady took hold of it firmly. The clump of disappointed ladies dispersed in search of new partners, grumbling as they went. And for the first time all season, Spencer found himself partnered with a lady not of his choosing.
She had selected him. Nevertheless, there was nothing to be done. The impertinent woman queued up across from him for the country dance.
Did he even know this lady? As the other dancers fell into place around them, he took the opportunity to study her. He found little to admire. Any measure of genteel poise she might claim had fallen casualty to that inelegant sprint across the ballroom. Stray wisps of hair floated about her face; her breath was labored with exertion.
This state of agitation did her complexion no favors, but it did enhance the swell of her ample bosom.
She was amply endowed everywhere, actually. Generous curves pulled against the blue silk of her gown.
The pattern of the dance parted them, and Spencer had some moments to absorb this name: Her late father had been the seventh Earl of Beauvale. Her elder brother, Laurent, was currently the eighth Earl of Beauvale. It can wait for the waltz.
He quietly groaned. This was going to be a very long set. But that would necessitate social calls, and Spencer did not make social calls. Perhaps he could direct his secretary to send notes? The entire situation was wearying. The country dance ended. The waltz began. And he was forced to take her in his arms, this woman who had just made his life a great deal more complicated.
To her credit, she wasted no time with pleasantries. My brother owes you a great sum of money. For us, four hundred pounds is a vast sum of money. We simply cannot spare it.
Do you mean to offer me favors in lieu of payment? It was a small lie. He was a man. And she was a buxom woman, poured into a form-fitting dress. Parts of him were finding parts of her vaguely interesting. From his advantage of height, he could spy the dark freckle dotting the inner curve of her left breast, and time and again, he found his gaze straying to the small imperfection.
He gave a noncommittal shrug. Spencer was not in the habit of ingratiating himself, with anyone. He considered making an academic argument to the contrary, but decided against it. Clearly the woman lacked the sense to follow logic.
As was further evidenced by her next comment. He was only caught in the middle as you drove the betting high. You wanted Mr. She huffed an impatient breath, and her whole body seemed to exhale in exasperation. Frustration exuded from her every pore, and with it wafted her own unique feminine scent. She smelled nice, actually. Just the common aromas of plain soap and clean skin, and the merest suggestion that she tucked sprigs of lavender between her stored undergarments.
Spencer tempered his own exasperated sigh. He could explain to her that forgiving the debt would do both her brother and her family a great disservice. They would owe a debt of gratitude more lasting and burdensome than any debt of gold, impossible to repay. Worst, Jack would have no incentive to avoid repeating the mistake. In a matter of weeks, the youth would land in even deeper debt, perhaps to the tune of thousands. All this he might have explained. But he was the Duke of Morland.
Lady Amelia shuddered. He felt the tremor beneath his palm, where his hand pressed against the small of her back. Despite his efforts, she only trembled more violently. Small sounds, something between a hiccough and a squeak, emanated from her throat. Against his better judgment, he pulled back to study her face. You do waltz like a dream. The left did not. Why the question? Why not gratefully allow to the conversation to die? Whether she smiled more genuinely, more freely in situations that did not involve debasing herself over large debts, or whether the lone dimple was merely another of her intrinsic imperfections, like the unmatched freckle on her breast?
I can pass the remainder of the set moping about it, or I can enjoy myself. Before they even enter a gathering, they have made up their minds to be displeased with it. Is it so very unthinkable that I might choose the reverse? Opt for happiness, even in the face of grave personal disappointment and complete financial ruin?
The playwright of this little midnight melodrama that has played to packed houses for weeks? The entire scene is predicated on the assumption that we eligible ladies are positively desperate to catch your attention.
And now you call me insincere, when I claim to be enjoying my turn? She lifted her chin and looked out over the ballroom. Spencer concluded this must now be the longest set in the history of dancing. Turning his head, he dutifully swept her the length of the floor, striving to ignore how every pair of eyes in the ballroom tracked their progress. Quite a crowd tonight. Those piercing hazel eyes, and all that dark, curling hair… What a struggle it is, not to touch it.
And instantly wondered what had possessed him to say that. The odd thing of it was, despite her many, many unpleasant attributes, Lady Amelia was clearly possessed of some intelligence and wit.
He could not help but think that in another time, in another place, he might have enjoyed discussing books with her. No freckles there.
Only an enticing curve of creamy, soft-looking, sweet-smelling female skin. Wring that neck, or lick it. Biting it might be a fair compromise. An action that mingled pleasure with punishment. Because she deserved to be punished, the impertinent minx. A rebellion of joy. I may not wrest a penny from you, but I will wring every possible drop of enjoyment at your expense. Jack would not quit the card table, even when he had no hope of recouping his losses.
He stayed in, risked hundreds he did not have, because he wanted to win one last hand. Lady Amelia wanted to best him at something. She wanted to see him brought low. And through no particular skill or perception of her own, she was perilously close to succeeding. Spencer came to an abrupt halt.
Implausibly, the room kept spinning around him. Not here, not now. But the signs were unmistakable. His pulse pounded in his ears. A wave of heat swamped his body. The air was suddenly thick as treacle, and tasted just as vile.
An open set of doors to his left beckoned promisingly. He attempted to release her, but she clutched at his shoulders and held him fast. Let you abandon me here on the dance floor, to my complete and total humiliation? Until they looked one another eye-to-eye, and her slippers dangled in mid-air. Audible Studios February 2, Narrated by: Leslie Bellair Length: Book 2.
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