Wining The Lord’s Heart (A Regency Romance Collection)
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Love is in the air Regency style. You will love this wonderful book filled with 2 parts of 2 different regency romances because it will leave you filled with love.
Dashing dukes, lavish ladies and enough romance to fill a season. Grab this amazing value box set to be swept away by dashing dukes and handsome lords.
Four inspirational regency stories. Journey with these ladies as they choose the man of their dreams and find their happy ever after.
Part 1: The Earl's Gambit
Part 2: The Earl's Painting
If you're a fan of clean regency romance, you will love this book.
Julia Sinclair
Author of Regency Romance. She writes dark and poignant stories often with witty and catchy dialogues.
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Wining The Lord’s Heart (A Regency Romance Collection) - Julia Sinclair
Wining The Lord’s Heart
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Epilogue
Preview of Next Book
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the earl’s gambit
Prologue
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London, 1795
Robert Gordon, Earl of Dellfield, woke from a sweet dream into a very unpleasant reality. He sat up in a bed that still bore the traces of his lover's perfume, startled out of a dead sleep by a pounding at the door. The woman who slept by his side, blond, curvaceous and sweet as honey, leaped out bed in a display of prowess that he watched with interest, grabbing up a flimsy negligee as she went.
She gave him a look. You should go. Right now.
Are you serious? You told me that he was going to be in Spain all month.
Apparently, I was wrong. You need to go. I can explain most things away, but I cannot explain what you are doing in my bedroom at two in the morning.
Robert shook his head, mock-saddened. And here I thought you were so clever.
The woman risked a look over her shoulder, and then she leaned across the bed to give him a long kiss. Robert relished the kiss, but then he heaved himself out of bed, dressing with the speed of someone who had been in far too many similar situations in the past.
Are you going to be all right?
"Of course I will. As long as you get going."
Robert stifled his laughter, shrugging on his jacket and stomping into his Hessians before looking around.
Well, it's far too theatrical to be borne, but I suppose the window it is.
He opened the window, breathing in the summer air for a moment before stepping out on the ledge. There was a handy rose trellis that looked sturdy enough for his needs, and he glanced back at the woman who watched him from the room, already impatient for him to be gone. What was her name anyway, Lissa? Margot?
It was a memorable night. Will I see you again?
She gave him a look that was at once regretful and impatient. No. You will not. Now get going.
Almost before he'd gotten a proper grip on the trellis, the window snapped closed behind him with a final sound, and with a shrug, Robert started his three-story climb down to the ground. Once he was safely on terra firma, he glanced up at the window, now lit up. He saw two figures embracing, doubtless a loyal wife welcoming her husband home, and he grinned, throwing a wry salute up to the woman inside. He'd always liked a woman who knew what she wanted and then got it.
At his own place, however, the ashes of Robert's adventure cooled to something that he wasn't sure he liked, leaving him restless and pacing in his fine townhouse on Park Lane. The blonde had given him a wonderful time, and he liked to think he had given her the same, but now that it was over, he felt himself growing restless again, morose and tired of the hubbub of London at the end of the season.
London was the greatest and finest city in the world, of that Robert had no doubt, but its charms were beginning to pale for him. In his study, he flipped through the mail that had gathered there. Some were things related to his accounts which he set aside. Others were hopeful invitations from a wide variety of Society matrons looking to make a match between the eligible earl and their daughters, granddaughters and nieces. Those he pushed directly into the ashcan next to the hearth.
One final letter made him smile. It was in the same kind of pale blue envelope that he had been receiving for almost six years, and he knew he would recognize the slanting old-fashioned writing when he opened it.
Greetings my lord earl, and I hope all is well with you!
I believe I have you finally. If you would be so kind as to move my queen to king's rook 5, you will discover that I have you in checkmate.
It has been a fine game, my friend, and I have my revenge for my last defeat...
Robert walked over to the fine mahogany and ivory chessboard that had been set up ever since he took residence at Park Lane, moving the white queen as the letter indicated. He sat for several long minutes, but finally, he had to concede that the letter writer, one Miss L. Welton, was entirely correct.
Robert chuckled to himself. You crafty old witch.
He had been playing chess with the woman he privately called the chess witch of Westchester for years, and though he occasionally made a grand showing, she beat him more often than not. Their early games, started before his father died, had been nearly humiliating routs, and the only reason he had kept on at all was because the old woman was so very encouraging in her letters.
Robert paused for a moment, balancing not the letter, but the envelope in his hand. The address was carefully printed in the upper corner, and it was nearly time to rusticate in the country anyway. Perhaps they could play a few games in person, and perhaps there were pretty girls in Westchester.
He came abruptly to his decision. He was done with London for a while. He would go shopping for some gifts, and then have the house closed up. He grinned at how delighted his chess partner would be at having some excitement to liven up her twilight days, and started making his arrangements.
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chapter 1
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Baling House, Westchester
Lacey, my dear, if you will not go out to meet Lord Exter, I will have every book removed from your room, and given away.
Lacey Welton stared at her mother in dismay. From her mountain of pillows, Lady Welton only stared down at her with an implacable determination.
Mother, you cannot be serious!
"Oh, but I am, my girl. I have had enough of your nonsense. You will go put on a proper frock, and you will be as charming as you can with Lord Exter. I am growing old and sick, and I will not allow my title to revert to the crown. I will see you married."
Constance Welton's eyes were like chips of flint, and finally, the way she knew she always would, Lacey lowered her gaze.
Yes, Mother.
In her own room, the curvaceous blond was far more spirited. As she allowed the maid to do up the buttons of her new pale green silk gown, she swore at her father for dying, for her mother for being so very pig headed about her title, for Lord Exter just for being there and at herself for putting up with it.
Her murmurings only lasted as long as it took to meet Davis Windley, Lord Exter, in the drawing room. She offered him a weak smile and her hand, which he took with a kind of ardent interest that made her feel strange.
My dear Miss Lacey. Every day, you grow more beautiful.
Lacey waved inanely at his words. Oh. Um. Thank you. I was told, that is, you said you were interested in a walk? Mrs. Naylor here said she would chaperon us, if you don't mind.
Not at all! Come, let us partake of the countryside.
Mrs. Naylor was her mother's companion, a prim and proper iron poker of a woman who never gave anything away at all. She walked decorously beside Lacey, but unfortunately, she could not take Davis's arm for her.
The three of them walked out along the north garden path, down among the willow trees that dipped over the creek that crossed the property. It was, Lacey had to admit, a gorgeous summer day, and she was just beginning to relax when Mrs. Naylor made a show of patting her embroidered muslin bag.
Oh my goodness, Lord Exter, Miss Lacey. I have forgotten my embroidery. I meant to bring it. I shall fetch it now.
Mrs. Naylor!
Lacey started after her chaperon, who was already walking with brisk steps back to the house. Before she could go very far, however, Davis's grip on her arm tightened.
Oh, there's nothing to be worried about, is there? She will return soon enough. It occurs to me that the best thing we can do is to sit and wait for her, don't you think?
Lacey did not think that at all, but she smiled a puny little smile at him and followed after.
She knew in her heart that her mother was right. The title of Countess of Baling was one that her mother had inherited, rather than being granted through marriage. It was much a part of Constance Welton as her iron-gray hair and her sparking dark eyes. It could, however, only be passed on to a male heir or a married female heir, as per the terms of her entail, and Constance had only grown more worried about the lineage with every passing month.
Which was why Lacey herself was allowing herself to be settled on a mossy bank protected by the overhanging fronds of the willow tree. She supposed it was meant to be a rather idyllic spot, but there was something off-putting to it about her.
Davis came to sit next to her, and it struck her all over again that he was a handsome man. He was blonder than she was, and pale, but broad through the shoulder and possessed of impeccable manners. Her mother was enthralled when he came to call. Lacey wasn't sure why she herself wasn't.
It's a very beautiful day, isn't it Miss Lacey?
It is, at that, my lord. Thank you for inviting me on this walk with you.
It is very much my pleasure. Being with you here at Baling House is one of the greatest honors that I could ever in all my life imagine.
Then perhaps your life has been rather sheltered?
She as trying to find a gentle rejoinder that would not once again lead to her great beauty, but to her surprise, Davis took her hand in his.
Seeing you like this has awakened something in me that I would normally keep leashed.
Er, well, perhaps you ought to keep it... leashed... then?
Before she could even rightfully figure out what he was saying, he kissed her hand. This was no dry peck for custom's sake. Instead, it was a wet kiss that made her feel rather as if a goat had licked her hand, and then he kept doing it.
Davis kissed his way up her hand, leaving what felt like a trail of drool behind it, and Lacey felt as if she wanted to crawl out of her skin just to get away. Where in the world was Mrs. Naylor?
My lord, please, I understand the compliment you would pay me, but please, this is not-
I want you like the sun wants the moon, like the leaf wants the tree. Here, simply relax, and allow me to do what we both want.
My lord, we absolutely do not both want...oh my God.
She felt his free hand come to rest on her wide hip, sending a shiver of utter revulsion through her, and Lacey sprang to her feet.
I am going home!
Surely there is no need. Mrs. Naylor is returning soon, and there are so few of these sweet moments available to us.
She wasn't sure what she could say next, but then he reached for her again, and her course was decided. Lacey had never reckoned herself a particularly strong girl, but panic and disgust lent her strength. With one mighty push, she sent Davis into the stream, and as he yowled for help, she dashed not towards Baling House but instead to the road.
Lacey was so panicked by the incident that she almost ran face first into the chest of a blood bay mare on the road. The mare shied away from her with a snort, and she realized that the man atop the mare was applauding her with a wide grin on his face.
Well done, lass! I've not seen such a neat bit of farce since I was last on Drury Lane.
She looked up at him wildly. The stranger was lean and athletic with dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He lounged in the saddle as if he were born to sit on a horse, and he was handsome, almost blindingly so. She took that all in at a glance, but there was something inside her that said something else. It said safe. It said help me.
She had been silent long enough that the stranger was starting to look worried.
Lass, are you all right? Are you hurt?
Please. Get me out of here.
Lacey reached her hand up