A Knight to Dare (The Valiant Love Regency Romance #13) (A Historical Romance Book): Valiant Love, #13

By Deborah Wilson

Lady Vita Castella has met the man of her dreams and isn't about to let him get away…

After spending a magical night at a party with a handsome—if slightly dark—lord, she'll do anything to find him.

Even with the ominous Duke of Van Dero as her guardian, she shall have her desire.

There's no door she won't go through.

But some doors were never meant to be opened…

Now darkness gives chase, and it will take the man of her heart to stop it from consuming her.

Lord Remy Astger has stood strong against temptation his entire life.

As an earl and a former general in the British army, he knows discipline.

But in a night, everything changed, and now he can't get Vita out of his mind.

He'll fight any enemy who comes her way.

But what happens when Vita discovers that the man she loves is not who he seems?

Will Remy's secret destroy the very thing they fight for?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deborah Wilson
• Release date: Feb 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393522874

Deborah Wilson

As a young girl, Deborah has been an avid fan of Regency authors such as Jane Austen. Deborah has always been in love with the Regency era. Despite the fact that this era is filled with great social, political, and economic upheavals and happenings, yet there is still plenty of room for episodes of romance happenings. In this era, love was pure. In this era, one can still find men and women who would have the courage to express their love while living amongst strict social customs for courtships. In such times, romantic gestures could be small yet they have a beautiful, meaningful impact. It is Deborah’s desire that through her writings, one will find the courage to love, to profess love and to pursue love. And the reason is simple. Everyone deserves to love and be loved. Pure and simple. Deborah is the author of ❦ VALIANT LOVE ❦ series. While the wealthy and titled men and women of the early nineteenth century were known for their extravagance in dress and decor and the rules that governed ‘polite society’, she wanted this series to focus on something different. Honor. What makes a man or woman honorable and where does love fit into all of this? “Let good be thy fortune and honor thy wealth.” Read and find out now for yourself Sign up now to Deborah’s VIP email list. Why? You will never miss a new release. You will be notified by Deborah personally as soon as her next book is out. →⟫⟫ http://eepurl.com/dHxqRD And please don’t forget to connect with Deborah on facebook. She loves hearing from her readers and sharing her thoughts and writing progress. →⟫⟫ https://www.facebook.com/deborahwilsonbooks

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June 1824

London, England

The Duke of Van Dero kissed his wife.

And then undid one of the small pearl buttons to loosen her bodice.

His duchess moaned. Her hands went into Cassius’ hair, urging him on even as her breaths grew hesitant. Cass. Her voice shook.

He loved it when she said his name, even the touch of fear, as though she wasn’t sure what he’d do, even though they both knew she loved the passion between them.

Milly’s warm breath brushed his lips. That precious heat trailed down his spine and engulfed him in desire. The hot waves were nothing compared to the July sun that fell upon them in the garden.

They were surrounded by hydrangea bushes and violet asters, which perfumed the air.

Yet in a garden that had been crafted at a great cost and had taken time to cultivate just as he wished, nothing was more beautiful or smelled sweeter than his wife.

She was God’s greatest creation.

After spreading her on the blanket on the grass, he’d taken off her bonnet and spread her black locks out around her.

It had grown in the last year, now touching her waist.

She wanted to cut it. She had a friend with a short style that she admired.

Cass didn’t care what she did, so long as she remained his.

He touched her, and she leaned into him. He stroked his tongue against hers, and she sighed.

Cassius, she begged.

It was the only thing he ever let her beg for and only because he liked to hear it. He’d move mountains for her. He rarely denied her anything.

His voice dipped. Let me see you. Let me touch you.

We should stop.

He plucked open another button and then another. A little longer.

He lifted his head and took in the creamy beginnings of her cleavage. Her dress was a pale blue with tiny white flowers on leafy vines. The design was sweet and gentle, much like his wife.

What a blessing. What a treasure. He would faithfully worship the Lord on high for every moment he had with this woman. He was so undeserving of her beauty, kindness, and forgiving nature.

He may have questioned religion before her but not now. Milly had led him on a path in life with meaning and purpose.

He prayed he didn’t stray too far from it.

He ran his fingers over her skin.

Only a few more buttons and then he could spread the halves open and...

She covered her chest. The doctor suggested we wait longer. Her dark brows pinched together over starlight gray eyes.

She wanted him.

He wanted her. He was starving for her.

It had been weeks.

Weeks!

You’re ready. His head pounded with lust. I know if I touched you now, I’d discover it was true.

She smiled. I always want you, but I just gave birth to your heir. I need to heal.

Resigned, he rested his head on her shoulder and took deep breaths.

He closed his eyes and breathed in her moist skin. Only she had the ability to excite and calm him in such a short amount of time.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his head.

Even if he could never have her again, this would be enough.

Yet he felt himself begin to harden, so he pulled away and rolled onto his back.

She sat up and leaned over him. She blocked the sun, but she was all the light he needed anyhow.

She smiled down at him, and the world was no more.

There was only her.

Milly.

He’d never been more frightened than the day she’d gone into labor. Had he lost her, he’d have lost himself. She was the wind in his sails, guiding him where he should go, turning him when he got off the path.

Straight is the gate and narrow the way, the Good Book said.

He was trying to be better but faced with all the darkness, it became hard.

Milly said, I think I shall invite Jane over for dinner, but she’s been so distracted with her new puppies I’m uncertain if she’ll come.

Is that what you want? You want Jane to come over for dinner?

It would be nice.

Then we shall tell her to come.

Milly squinted her eyes. "When you say tell, you mean invite, don’t you?"

No, he meant command.

Milly touched his cheek. Cassius, we do not command our friends to come to us.

Is this a lesson? he asked. She’d given him many of those over the last year of their marriage, explaining to him concepts that other men understood naturally.

The only thing that came naturally to him was loving her.

Yes. She nodded slowly. No commanding friends to attend dinners for simple enjoyment.

Milly knew just what words to use. Cassius had friends. He commanded them to do things all the time, but that was because they worked for him.

There were lines, apparently, do’s and don’ts written in the sand.

The line was usually a million miles behind Cass by the time he realized he’d crossed it.

Thankfully, his friends understood his manner.

I’ll not command Miss Jane to come over, he said.

Excellent.

But if this distraction with the dogs upsets you, we can have them killed and served at dinner.

Milly gasped and then she looked at him and laughed. Oh, you are joking.

I am. He wasn’t very good at jesting, but he was getting better.

At least he thought so.

Milly rested a hand on his chest. It pushed her own swollen breasts together. They’d grown bigger since the baby.

The young Marquess of Ellervear was allowed to feed from them, but Cass wasn’t even allowed to play with them.

How was that fair?

I’m glad it was a joke, the keeper of his heart replied. I don’t think dog would taste very good.

She was teasing him. He knew it, and still, he got serious. It doesn’t taste so bad.

Milly stilled. You’ve eaten dog?

He nodded.

The hand she’d placed on his chest slipped to his shoulder and then ran down his arm. Her expression was troubled. It was during your childhood, wasn’t it? After you lost a fight. Cass had grown up fighting against other boys to severe injury or death.

His uncle denied him food if he lost.

I was hungry, he told her, recalling the night he and the other boys who’d gone without food had done the unthinkable.

Though it hadn’t been completely unthinkable to Cass. He’d never understood the attachment between man and animal. To him, a sheepdog could be eaten just as easily as the sheep it protected.

Well, you don’t have to eat dog anymore, she told him firmly, her mouth pinched as though she dared anyone to defy her.

He grinned. He liked how fierce his little wife became whenever someone she loved was hurt. She was the first woman to do so since his mother’s death when he was young.

I’d eat almost anything if it was the choice between finding the strength to protect you or being too weak to fight on your behalf.

She sighed. I’d do the same, my love.

He knew she would, but thankfully, he’d aligned their lives so that the chance was likely to never take place. Cassius was wealthy. He had an army at his disposal, led by a general who’d fought victoriously in war. His enemies were either dead or hiding, and there were few men more unreasonable or suspicious than him.

Please, kiss me, he said.

A gleam entered her gray eyes, and she began to lower herself.

But then, suddenly, she turned. Milly gasped and hurriedly did up her buttons.

He wondered who dared to interrupt them. It wasn’t often he had time to do absolutely nothing and always during that time he spent it with Milly.

Their visitor was no visitor at all, but the woman who would be their house guest for the next year.

Cassius sat up and watched the young woman as she came down the path. Miss Vita Castella wore a dimpled smile as she approached, though it was shaky.

Oh, sorry. She cringed. Her shoulders bunched. She looked between Milly and the duke. Her gaze was shaky and never lingered on either of them for long. I hope I’m not intruding...

Actually—

Not at all, Milly said, cutting off Cassius’ response. She began to redo her hair. Was there something you needed, dear? The bonnet was back on seconds later.

Vita had vivid pale blue eyes that stood out even under the hood of her bonnet. There was slight confusion in her gaze when she looked at the duke again, but then it was gone. She wrung her hands together and tried for a smile. Then she dropped the gesture altogether.

Small golden hoops were in her ears. Of all her jewels, the simple adornments seemed to be her favorite.

She was young, only twenty, and by most measures, an innocent girl.

But that didn’t mean Cassius couldn’t see right through to the heart of her.

She’d been their guest for two months and in that time, Cassius had learned much. Behind the scared mouse of a girl and her sweet smile hid an inquisitive mind, a dangerous one.

I... do have need of something, actually. Her voice had a light flow to it that reminded Cassius of music. He wondered if it was practiced. I was wondering if I could... use Lord Van Dero’s office.

Cassius stiffened at the request.

His office? Milly asked curiously. Whatever for?

I need to... send some letters to friends and... I find myself enchanted with the room's design but also the light. She paused and stared like a deer facing an archer. She blinked and blinked. She did that often. I adore the way the... sun comes into that room in particular. There is no other room in the house like it. She straightened and stopped herself from fidgeting. And it has the most stunning... view of the gardens. She looked at Cassius. Would you mind if I used the writing desk in there?

It does have wonderful light, Milly said. I enjoy spending my afternoons in there as well.

The room was nice. The light was good, but Milly came because he was there. She never went in alone, even though she could. Very few were given such access.

Milly looked at Cassius and waited for his response.

Cassius looked at Vita. The drawing-room above the office—

It’s not the same, Vita shouted. Then she covered her mouth and cleared her throat. I mean... your office, truly it has the best light.

She was begging him to say yes and likely used to getting what she wanted.

Her father was the Earl of Bush. He was away on a trip with his new wife and son-in-law. At first, the man had planned to take his lovely daughter, but then, right before the ship set sail, he changed his mind.

Vita wanted to take part in the Season.

She deserved to show off all the pretty gowns he’d purchased.

Vita was his only living child and needed the best protection in the world.

And who was a more deadly adversary than Van Dero?

Milly had jumped at the opportunity. She’d been moved by the earl’s romantic tale of love’s triumph over time. Lord Bush and Lady Upton had been engaged in a dance of wills and wits for decades.

Each had married other people. Each had buried their spouses. Now, finally, their chance had come, and they were off to see the world.

At first, Vita seemed like a normal lady who would be out on the town both day and night, spending her father’s money and making friends with the best that Society had to offer.

Van Dero had plenty of women acquaintances, upstanding ladies who could chaperone. He’d added a team of footmen and a maid to complete the retinue.

Yet he’d soon discovered that Vita didn’t want to join the Season.

She went to very few parties. She hadn’t shopped once.

What Vita wanted was something in the house.

Van Dero could barely look up without finding her hovering by the door of his office.

At first, Milly thought the girl had some sort of attraction for him.

She’d thought it adorable.

But it had soon become clear to Cass that Vita was after something else.

The truth.

A truth that could get her hurt.

Van Dero had never thought to find himself in such a situation. He had sworn to protect her, yet if Vita didn’t watch her step, he would soon have to address her... and he would not be gentle.

No, Cassius told her.

Vita’s eyes widened. Had she truly expected his answer was anything else? No? Apparently, she had.

My office is sacred, he said. You’ll have to write your letters elsewhere.

Milly stared at him but said nothing. Then she smiled at Vita. The room above the office is just as lovely. I’ll show you. She used Cassius’ shoulder to stand, which had the effect of also keeping him on the blanket. Don’t work, his wife told him. Stay here. Take in the day a little longer. It’s beautiful.

It had been more beautiful with her present, but he nodded. He would not refuse her.

Come. Milly took Vita’s arm. I’ll show you my favorite spot.

Vita looked at the duke and then gave the duchess a short pleased grin. That sounds lovely. Thank you, Your Grace.

When he could see them no more, Cassius leaned back on the blanket.

The sun was hot on his face. It felt good.

His wife had told him not to work, but it was all his mind could do when she wasn’t about.

Vita was getting bolder. This was starting to be an issue.

What was Vita after? How to get her after something else?

He could parade eligible gentlemen before her. Marriage would not only distract her but get her out of his house.

He’d tried getting her to go to parties. He’s also encouraged Milly to discover who her friends were and to have them over for tea.

Yet Vita would not give up the hunt.

He would soon be left with little choice.

He’d have to scare her.

But he didn’t want to frighten her to the point that she feared living.

This was hard.

Milly was always encouraging him to give some of his duties to others. After all, he was a duke.

He was wealthy. He had an army at his disposal, led by a general who’d fought victoriously....

Cassius sat up and then he ran toward the house.

He had an idea.

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Lord Remy Astger was grabbed by the shoulder just before he was dragged into Cassius’ office.

The only thing that kept Remy from punching the fiend who’d dared grab him was seeing Cassius on the other end of the offending hand.

There was also the look in Cassius’ hazel eyes.

He looked worried.

Cassius shut the door soundly behind them.

Is it Milly? Remy asked. She was the only person Cassius ever showed emotion for.

The duke turned. What? No. Cassius moved farther into the room and circled around the large desk before falling into his seat. Did you come through the back door as I asked?

Remy moved forward and nodded. He placed his hands behind his back, squared himself, and waited for whatever assignment the duke would give him.

Did you see anyone? Cassius asked.

Only my own men who I have stationed at the entrances. Remy knew the routine of the house. He’d helped design the schedule to make sure there was always someone guarding Lady Milly. I made certain my movements went undetected otherwise.

Excellent. Cassius took a breath and ran a hand through his dark hair. I have an assignment for you.

I imagine you do.

Cass crossed his arms and leaned over his desk. I need you to scare someone.

Remy paused and thought the request over, imagining a few methods to get it done. Who?

Lady Vita Castella.

You want me to scare a lady?

But not terribly, the duke added. Just... a little scare. She’s digging her nose into places it doesn’t belong. Usually, I’d have no trouble making this problem go away, but she is in my care and will be my guest for the next year.

Remy lifted a brow. You invited a noisy guest into your house? That didn’t sound like Cassius at all.

Milly did. I had no choice.

That sounded like Cass.

He moved farther into the room and took a seat across from the duke. Tell me about this woman.

Cass looked anxious. She’s more like a girl. Twenty.

Young.

Remy crossed his arms. Do you suspect she works for one of your enemies?

No.

Do you think she wishes to take your power?

Cassius narrowed his eyes and looked toward the window. No, I don’t think that is what she’s after either. He looked at Remy. She may be innocent, however...

We had an agreement, Remy said.

A year ago, Cass had saved a young boy who’d turned out to be Remy’s nephew. Noel had gone missing. His mother, Remy’s sister, couldn’t find him.

Remy had hunted the countryside for him and come upon him in a barn. Noel had been caged with other boys.

He’d tried to fight his way to his nephew, but neither his rank nor title gained him any respect.

Remy was a big man and could have easily taken on two or three men but not ten.

They held him back and then chose his nephew as the next fighter.

It was clear that Noel had already fought. His body was bruised. His eye was swollen shut. The rest of his face mangled.

They wanted Remy to watch him die.

Cassius and his people stormed in just in time. Noel was saved, and Remy gave his sword and pistol to the duke’s service.

But there was one rule.

He would never hurt the innocent, not for any reason. Cassius had agreed to it, seeing it as a just goal as well.

I understand your feelings, Cassius said. Which is why I’ve asked you to do this and not another soldier. You can make certain she is only slightly frightened but not traumatized for the rest of her life. You’re a man of strategy. I’m sure you could find a way to get it done.

Remy sighed.

So, will you do it? Cass asked.

Is this a request? Remy asked. Cass didn’t usually make requests of him. Normally, Remy was told where to go and when. It didn’t bother him much. Life in the military had taught him the ease of taking direction. Once given a task, Remy saw it done.

Cassius held his eyes. It’s a request.

I’ll not do this, and I’ll command my men to refuse you as well.

Cassius frowned. Your men? Isn’t it me who pays them?

We both know that every man under my command would follow me if I walked out of this room right now. Many of the men had fought alongside Remy. They’d been under his command. They trusted him. They knew that if he asked them to jump into a fire, he would lead the charge.

He was as faithful to them as they were to him. That was no secret.

Cassius tapped his fingers on the desk. It should bother me that you have so much power, but it doesn’t. No man should hold all the cards.

On that, Remy agreed. The leaders in Cassius’ organization all played a vital and equal role in the fight to end oppression.

Remy stood. The woman sounds innocent. I don’t bother the innocent. He had morals. They’d been ingrained in him since birth. He’d already been hesitant about the assignment when Cass had told him it was a woman. He’d not frighten some young miss who was likely only curious about the Duke of Van Dero.

Who wasn’t? Even Remy was still trying to figure out the man’s motives.

He fought for good yet was deadly. He wished for justice but was often judge and jury in secret trials. There was a war going on in London. Remy wished he could say it was good versus evil, but in reality, it was bad versus vile.

And to anyone who didn’t know Cassius’ ultimate plan, he could easily seem vile.

I have tried talking to her, Cass said. She refuses to tell me what’s going on.

Remy didn’t reply.

Remy. Cass held up a hand to still him. Wait.

Remy paused and fell back into his seat. Why did you call me by my name? The duke never called him Remy.

Because we are friends and it is what friends do, Cassius said.

Remy crossed his arms. Is that so, Cassius?

It is what Milly taught me. Using your name creates the guise of an intimate relationship between us and should make you feel as though we are kin now.

Remy rolled his eyes. I don’t think you’re supposed to explain it. It’s manipulative.

Is it working? That was Cassius’ only concern.

In your mind, how do I scare the girl?

By doing what you’re doing right now.

Remy frowned. I’m not doing anything.

Your eyes are slightly narrowed. It's menacing.

It’s my natural expression.

Precisely.

I don’t get it.

You’re scary looking, Remy. Cass was never one to hold back his words. And the gash through your eye only makes it more dramatic. Milly said it makes you look like a pirate. Tell Lady Vita to leave me alone and that will be that.

A scar ran down Remy’s eye, starting at the brow and ending on his cheek. Thankfully, the eye itself had been saved from the blade that had done the handiwork, but people did seem to pale around Remy.

At least until they got to know him.

Then they went running for the hills.

I don’t know if that will work, Remy said.

Oh, I disagree, Cass said. I’m quite frightened of you myself at the moment.

Cass feared no one.

Are you... jesting? Remy asked.

Cass’ blank expression didn’t shift an inch. You cannot tell from where you sit, but I am literally shaking in my boots.

Remy sighed. So, you are jesting. Is this going to be a habit of yours now?

I might need to talk to someone about the fear I have. Cass looked away. I’ll never be the same.

Remy stood. I get it.

I have no idea how I’ll manage to sleep tonight.

Remy started for the door. Good day, Your Grace.

Talk to Belle, Cass shouted. She’ll arrange everything, give you a disguise. And take care to not be seen on your way out!

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Lady Vita Castella recognized Lord Dunn the moment he entered the party.

He was all she’d heard about for a week now. At the dinners Milly forced her to attend and in the dark corners of London ballrooms, his name was whispered in darkness and mystery.

Lord Dunn.

He’d been described perfectly. He was bigger than most of the men she’d met. His hair was dark, as were his eyes, but it was the scar that made his chiseled face all the more striking.

She worried her lip as she watched him.

He moved around the room through the crowd, a head above all but a few.

Vita swallowed.

The quartet from another public room went silent. A new song started on the pianoforte. The banging made her jump. It was as loud as the singers who joined in and the people who shouted around her. The scents of body musk, lilies, and snuff filled the air.

She hated parties.

Vita was struggling to breathe, had been struggling to concentrate on the purpose of her presence until Lord Dunn’s arrival.

She took everything about him in. His confident gait. The fact that he’d smiled at no one who greeted him. He seemed cold and even on a hot evening like this, Vita shivered.

Why had she not heard of him until recently?

Aside from her investigation into Lord Van Dero’s affairs, she’d become intrigued by what she’d heard. Whispers had been flowing about him all week.

But then last evening, she’d heard Lady Milly and the duchess’ friend Lady Belle speaking about him behind a closed door.

He’s become Cassius’ worst enemy, the stunning Lady Belle had said.

Truly? Milly asked.

Oh, yes. Though quite a dark lord, he’s vowed he’d do anything to see to your husband’s end and has a plan to do it before he leaves for the Continent in two days.

That sounds terrible. A cup rattled. Do you know of his plan?

No, only that he will not be in town long and that... he claims to have discovered all Cassius’ secrets.

No. Milly gasped. What do you plan to do?

Invite him to my party tomorrow, of course, Belle said. I wish to discover why he’s going after Cassius. Hopefully, we can stop him before he does anything dreadful.

Excellent idea, Belle. What would Cass ever do without you?

Vita had no choice. She had to speak to Lord Dunn and now, before he left for the Continent.

He was likely her only hope.

She knew very few people at the party. Belle’s circle was far from the one Vita was used to. There were middle-class and gentry present. She’d pretended injury to not have to dance. No one had openly questioned her lie, but she’d gained more than a few doubtful looks as she moved through the party without so much as a limp.

Finally, the man she’d been waiting for had arrived.

Now, how to get an introduction?

She could not simply go up to him on her own, could she?

She watched him pause to lean against a wall. Dressed in complete black, he was ominous. His gaze seemed distracted. Distant. Why come to a party if not to engage?

How hypocritical a thought.

Perhaps, he was also here for a specific reason.

Part of Vita thought it better to avoid him and continue on the path she was on, yet she was getting nowhere at Van Dero’s home.

Lord Dunn was likely her only chance to gain access to the truth.

She started toward him.

But a hand stopped her.

A drunk working-class man. She’d watched him from across the room earlier as well. He was wealthy and trying to let all in the room know the fact.

She’d kept away from him. She’d seen the way he’d flirted with women of all ranks and classes. Belle tried repeatedly to keep him in line, but he was a guest for a reason.

She wanted him for something. She hadn’t told Vita what, but she had told Vita his name.

Mr. Palmer.

He was in his thirties, looked fit, and seemed to think that his looks excused his behavior. He was the reason the upper-class looked down on the men who were coming up in the world. There were those who whispered that soon the upper-class would be no more and replaced by men with ideas.

Mr. Palmer had an idea. He was brilliant, people said, a man of science.

Vita only thought him rude.

How dare he touch her?

My lady, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. His eyes were a pale brown. He breathed close to her face. Did he not know the proper protocol for meeting a lady?

Perhaps, he didn’t care. What is your name, angel?

She turned away for air that wasn’t tainted with snuff. His hand still gripped her arm. Nervousness made her flush. I once had a fish named Angel. He died.

He frowned. That’s terrible. How did he die?

I ate him. Right out of the bowl. She told herself to stop talking, but once she started, it was hard to stop. He wiggled in my mouth.

Mr. Palmer’s eyes widened.

I was six. She pressed her lips together and said no more.

Mr. Palmer gave her the most perplexed look.

She got that look far too often.

Mr. Palmer, my dear! Belle rushed over and grabbed his wrist. Come with me. There are more investors to meet.

Palmer shook her off. His gaze was still on Vita. Belle, you have the oddest guests here.

Belle laughed but there was venom in her eyes. Better odd than completely unbearable. Belle directed her eyes at Mr. Palmer, letting Vita know who she was referring to, but that was lost on Mr. Palmer, as evidenced in his laugh of agreement.

Vita swallowed as he was walked away and told herself to focus on why she was here. She could not mess up in front of Dunn.

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Remy had sensed the moment Vita’s eyes found him. She’d been described in a fashion that matched many of London’s fairest ladies, but there was a hesitance in her gaze, which Belle had told him about.

The girl was scared, and he