A Mayfair Maid: A Regency Romance (Spinsters of the North Book 2) by Isabella Thorne

Author:Isabella Thorne [Thorne, Isabella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mikita Associates
Published: 2022-08-29T23:00:00+00:00

She had reached the end of the corridor and was merely one step away from slipping down the servant stair when a deep chuckle sounded from behind her. She turned to see the loathsome Lord Edward crest the top of the main stair. Something about his perfect hair, perfect teeth, and immaculate attire had always set her on edge. Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He was far too pristine to be as good on the inside as appearance were meant to imply.

“Here we are,” he slurred. Marilee wrinkled her nose as he stumbled towards her. It was far too early in the day for him to have been so well into his drink.

“The lady is out,” she explained. “A musicale. Perhaps you might still catch her.” She tried for the door at the top of the servants’ stairs, but Lord Edward blocked her way. He chuckled. “I find myself in no rush. Do you?”

“Yes,” she released a rush of breath. She did not care for the predatory look in his eye. “I am needed below.”

“I think not,” he laughed again, stepping closer until they were toe to toe, and Marilee felt the urge to back away, except she was met by the wall against her back.

“If you’ll excuse me…” she turned, but his arm shot out and prevented her from making her escape. The other settled upon her waist and Marilee looked up at him with unbridled loathing.

“Oh!” he grinned. “Full of vigor and not even going to pretend? My favorite type.”

Marilee tried to wrest herself away but his hold was firm. She cried out. Punishment be damned but she would not allow this cretin to take advantage.

“Hush you trollop,” he slammed a hand down over her mouth. “You exist for my entertainment, and I’ll not tolerate your shouting.”

Without hesitation Marilee sank her teeth into the flesh of his hand. Lord Edward bellowed and Marilee cried for help once more. Despite the attack, he still held her in place by shoving his body against her and pushing her against the door jamb as he inspected his hand for injury. Then he slapped her with the same hand. Her head jerked back smashing into the door jamb.

“You are fortunate that the skin is not broken,” he hissed. Before Marilee could even begin to prepare herself, his lips slammed against hers in the most unwelcome and wet of kisses. She recoiled with disgust and shrieked with distaste against his mouth.

“No. You are the one that is fortunate that I do not break your face,” came a male voice from over Lord Edward’s shoulder. The young lord was wrenched from Marilee and was soon doubled over from a swift punch to the gut. “Get out of here you drunken lout.”

Lord Edward turned away, cursing and holding him stomach. “Watch your back, Crowley,” he snarled. “You have no idea what I could do to you.”

Marilee looked up into the eyes of her savior. Nikolas stood at the top of the stairs with his

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