Invitation To Passion (My Lord's) by Bronwen Evans

Author:Bronwen Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, romantic suspense, victorian, historical romance, regency, marriage of convenience

“My, my, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a fine filly at Tattersalls before.”

Her head jerked round to face the speaker. The horse is a gelding, silly man. It took her several moments to understand that the gentleman standing before her was talking about her.

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” he intoned.

When she ignored him, his friend offered, “Lord North, I’ve been told she’s the Earl of Hascombe’s sister, Mrs. Richard Craven.”

“Ah, I see. Mr. Craven has left you here on your own. Can I be of assistance?”

She demurely shook her head.

“Craven? I thought he was sniffing after Wrentham’s wife.” He looked her over as if inspecting one of his horses. “Timid wee thing, ain’t you, gal? You need to understand that a man likes a bit of spirit in his filly.” Under his breath he added, “Hence, why Craven is dallying with the Wrentham woman.”

Her head lifted. The man wanted spirit. She’d give him spirit; still seeing Lady Wrentham indeed! The pain of Sarah’s constant presence in their lives was enough to see her forget she was a lady.

Hidden from Lord North’s view, she pulled on Woodstock’s bridle and forced the gelding to move so that Woodstock’s behind was in Lord North’s face. To her immeasurable please, Woodstock lifted his tail and broke wind directly in Lord North’s face.

She could not contain her giggle.

Lord North lifted his arm intending to strike at her horse, but before she could protest, Richard was there, gripping the man’s arm.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, North. The lady is very fond of the animal, and I’m very fond of her. If she asked me to beat you to a pulp for the insult, I would gladly oblige.”

North stood bristling with indignation before finally uttering, “Perhaps she’s a spirited filly after all.” Turning to Richard, he added, “You seem to be collecting a fine stable of fillies. I might pay the recently widowed Lady Wrentham a visit if you have bowed out.” He smiled at Maddy before turning back to Richard and saying, “Seems you’ve got your hands full there.”

Maddy gasped and she watched Richard’s hands curl into fists. “I will ask you to remember you are a gentleman.”

“Of course, apologies, my dear.” He gave a small bow. “Still, you do seem to change fillies at an alarming rate. I had no idea you were looking at marrying. Still, since you lost out to Wrentham, best to get back on the horse so to speak.” North turned and leered at her. “Men are very fickle when it comes to the heart, none more so than your husband. It would seem as though he has recovered rather well from his loss to Wrentham.” He raked her from head to toe most indecently. “Once he grows tied of you, let me know. I’d be happy to play stallion to your filly.”

Maddy had to hold Richard back. “Don’t let him goad you into making a spectacle.” The men were staring at Richard as he stood there heaving with suppressed rage and barely controlled hatred.

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