Genre: Historical Romance, Historical Fiction
Publisher: Berkley Romance (October 11, 2022)
A London heiress rides out to the wilds of the English countryside to honor a marriage of convenience with a mysterious and reclusive stranger.
Tall, dark, and dour, the notorious Captain Jasper Blunt was once hailed a military hero, but tales abound of his bastard children and his haunted estate in Yorkshire. What he requires now is a rich wife to ornament his isolated ruin, and he has his sights set on the enchanting Julia Wychwood.
For Julia, an incurable romantic cursed with a crippling social anxiety, navigating a London ballroom is absolute torture. The only time Julia feels any degree of confidence is when she’s on her horse. Unfortunately, a young lady can’t spend the whole of her life in the saddle, so Julia makes an impetuous decision to take her future by the reins—she proposes to Captain Blunt.
In exchange for her dowry and her hand, Jasper must promise to grant her freedom to do as she pleases. To ride—and to read—as much as she likes without masculine interference. He readily agrees to her conditions, with one provision of his own: Julia is forbidden from going into the tower rooms of his estate and snooping around his affairs. But the more she learns of the beastly former hero, the more intrigued she becomes…
Excerpt
Chapter Three, pp. 24-27
“That must be quite a book to hold your attention in all this din.”
Julia’s head jerked up. Her heart lurched.
Captain Blunt stood, silhouetted, at the entrance to the anteroom, his broad shoulders nearly spanning the doorframe. His scarred face was shadowed in the gaslight, making him appear even more sinister than he usually did—something she hadn’t thought possible.
He wasn’t old enough to be her father. Indeed, he couldn’t be much above thirty.
“What is it?” he asked.
Julia hastily closed her book. She cleared her throat. “It’s, um, Lady Audley’s Secret.”
“Ah. I see.” He advanced into the room. Slowly. Deliberately. As if he was approaching a wild horse that might shy away from him.
Julia rather felt like one.
Her heartbeat quickened as he drew closer. She instinctively shrank back against the silk-papered wall behind her, wishing she could disappear.
No such luck.
She was well and truly caught. And it was her own fault. She was the one who had chosen to hide in this particular corner. There would be no escaping him now.
He came to a halt in front of her. “Don’t be afraid.”
Don’t be afraid? He could say that when he was looming over her like a great beast in a fairy tale?
“I won’t spoil it,” he said.
Comprehension came like a lightning strike.
Julia inwardly groaned.
He wasn’t talking about himself. He was talking about the book.
She felt more than a little foolish. “You couldn’t spoil it. I’ve read it six times before.”
“Six times?” His black brows lifted. “Any particular reason?”
“Some stories are better the more you read them. You notice things you didn’t the first time. And not only that.” She hesitated. “Books you’ve already read are like old friends. It’s comforting to revisit them.”
He nodded once, as if in unspoken understanding. “And this is why you slipped away from the drawing room? To revisit an old friend?”
“No. That is…yes.” She couldn’t keep the stammer from her voice. Neither could she formulate a creditable excuse. The truth tumbled out unchecked. “I was feeling lonely out there.”
He gave the empty room a dubious look. “As opposed to in here?”
“Here I’m alone, but I’m not lonely. There’s a difference.”
Here, there were no fashionable crowds to exclude her from their midst. No one to provoke her anxiety. To make her feel unwanted or unworthy. There was only herself.
And now him.
“You must like the story tremendously,” he said.
“Oh, I love the story. It’s one of my absolute favorites.” Her gloved fingers fidgeted on the book’s cover. “Did you like it?”
“I did. Very much so.”
She stared up at him, speechless.
His mouth tipped at one corner. It was a semblance of a smile. A brief one at that. It vanished as soon as it materialized, his mouth reverting to its characteristic, scar-snaggled sneer. “You look surprised.”
“I am rather. Most gentlemen wouldn’t deign to read a novel. And if they did, they’d never admit to liking it.”
He shrugged. “Novels provide an inexpensive escape from the realities of life. One would be a fool to discount them.” He cast a glance at the empty place beside her. “May I?”
Julia’s mouth went dry. “Er…yes. If you wish.” She moved her flounced skirts out of the way, making room for him on the silk-cushioned bench.
He sank down next to her. The bench creaked in protest beneath his weight.
He was close. Too close.
His leg brushed hers. She felt it through the barrier of her petticoats and crinoline, as surely as if their knees had touched without anything between them. Her already racing pulse skipped a beat.
She’d never been this near to him before. Never yet had the opportunity to fully appreciate his size and strength. The peculiar power of his presence. It was commanding. Almost menacing. And why not? He was a soldier. A dangerous soldier if rumors were to be believed.
If she knew what was good for her, she’d stand up and walk straight back to the drawing room. Instead, she remained where she was, a hair’s breadth away from one of the most ruthless men in recent military history.
He may have been known as the Hero of the Crimea, but the moniker was rarely spoken with honorable connotation. Captain Blunt had been notorious during the war.
She wasn’t privy to the particulars of his conduct. At the time, she’d been too young to read the papers. And now, among the ladies with whom she associated, there was only the vaguest of murmurings. All Julia knew for certain was that his notoriety had increased since returning to England.
If what her best friend, Lady Anne, said was true, the captain’s haunted estate in Yorkshire was presently playing host to his brood of illegitimate children. A scandalous fact. What sort of gentleman flaunted his sins in public? The answer was evident: a man who was no gentleman at all.
If he wanted to compromise Julia, he could, and easily.
She contemplated running away, but glancing up at the captain, she found him gazing down at her with single-minded attention.
“Miss Wychwood…”
“Yes?” Her voice was a breathless whisper.
“I wonder… What is it that appeals to you about that novel?”
Julia blinked up at him. “You want to know about Lady Audley’s Secret?”
“I do.”
She owned to a flicker of disappointment. What had she thought he was going to say? Something scandalous?
Something thrilling?
Stupid of her. One might think she wanted to be thrilled by him.
Copyright © 2022 by Mimi Matthews
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