A Dangerous Love by Brenda Joyce

Author:Brenda Joyce [Joyce, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HQN
Published: 2008-11-25T23:00:00+00:00

EMILIAN WAS TIRED of playing games with the gadjos. He was already sick of their whispers, but he was oddly reluctant to go. There was one reason—she had, miraculously, forgiven him for what he had done to her. There hadn’t been any hysterics or accusations. Instead, she thought to be friends; she had even tried to rescue him from the gadjos. It was stunning. He turned to look at her one last time before leaving.

Ariella was in his cousin’s arms.

The alarm he felt was quickly replaced by rage. Robert was a scoundrel, a worthless rake. He was his rival. And now he was pursuing Ariella? Did he wish to thwart Emilian as he had tried to do time and again for the past twenty years? It did not truly matter. The dance they were sharing was unacceptable and he would not have it.

As he approached them, images flashed from that night, of her crying out in rapture as he moved within her. The images changed and he could see her being kissed by his cousin. He shook off the horrid fantasy. Ariella was no fool. She would never allow Robert to seduce her. He would never allow it.

But Robert was entirely English. He came from old stock, a good name, and he would be an acceptable suitor, just as Emilian would not ever be such a candidate. De Warenne would surely approve of him, at least socially.

That fueled his rage.

He moved, his strides stiff and hard. He saw her polite smile and Robert’s affected one. Were they enjoying dancing together? It didn’t matter. He would tear them apart.

She started when she saw him. Robert glanced at him blandly, and Emilian knew he relished the moment.

“I am cutting in,” he said curtly, taking his cousin’s arm and pulling it away from her waist.

Robert released her and stepped aside. “Of course you wish to dance with the most beautiful woman in the room.” He bowed gallantly. “Miss de Warenne, another time.”

She managed a smile. “Of course.”

Emilian seethed, swiftly taking her into his arms. It was hard to think clearly now.

The black mare was the most beautiful horse he had ever seen. It was his thirteenth birthday present, given to him by his father shortly after he had agreed to stay voluntarily at Woodland and explore the opportunities Edmund wished to give him. That first night, he had slept in her stall with her, refusing to come out. He had ridden her every day and the horse had been a great joy in his new and still-frightening life. He had fallen in love with the mare and she had loved him in return. And then Edmund had taken him to London for the day.

When they had returned to Woodland, he had instantly gone to his horse to give her treats. He had found the mare hot and wet and lame, her forelegs swollen, whip marks on her haunches and neck. Robert had taken her and ridden her into the ground….

Near tears, he had meant to kill his cousin but his father had broken them up.

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