Regency Rogues Omnibus by Shirl Anders

Author:Shirl Anders [Anders, Shirl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0101BQAYM
Goodreads: 25760405
Publisher: Shirl Anders
Published: 2015-06-18T16:00:00+00:00

The End

My Lady Gambled: Book One

By Shirl Anders

Chapter One

“I know it is belated, everything about our relationship is turned around. Yet, I want to woo, Joelle.” Saxonhurst sighed, with one hand stuffed deep into his trouser pocket as he paced. “To court her, as it were. Foolish, I know after what we have been through, but I’m determined.”

Brynmore, Baron and Laird of Duneagan, watched his friend Saxonhurst, Marquis of Hartley, pacing the length of the lion-head carved pool table in front of him. Drummond, Duke of Kittridge, had gathered them all in his London mansion’s gaming salon. All six men of the former Archangels spy group sat or leaned in varying postures around the room.

Brynmore tried to unclench his fists. The labored tightening of his fingers was in reaction to previously hearing Saxon’s horrifying tale, a tale of kidnapping, cults, sexual depravity, and murder. Brynmore attempted to stretch the kink in his neck he’d gotten from the strain of listening to, and then realizing that Saxon and his new lady-love Joelle had barely escaped alive from the Order of the Satyr. And they had not escaped unscathed, either mentally or physically.

The tensions of the six men in the room were sharp, furious, and lethal. Brynmore fought the urge to leap forward, grab his claymore and barge from the room to find and destroy the foul and ill-serving bastards of the bloody cult.

But, it would not be that easy.

“You want Joelle out of it?” Drummond asked succinctly, from where he sat, in a red high-backed chair with the glow of a gas lamp to his left etching his austere features.

“Hell, yes.” Saxon halted his pacing and the small silver hook that replaced his left-hand rose with a sweeping gesture. “I want her nowhere near those bastards again. However, she will not see it that way at all. She has as much courage as all of us, and she’ll be set to find justice, and to find an end to the cult, Incubus, and surely Hellion. An end to any more foul deeds or murders.”

Brynmore watched Saxon’s silver hook fall to his side, and he thought with slow burning contempt about the parody of names the bloody villains used. It was like a bad play one should laugh at, however it was not a stage show, but real and very deadly. It was clear from Saxon’s rendering that The Order of the Satyr’s figurehead, Hellion, was a mass murderer.

“This could present a problem for all of us.” Drummond raised a glass of amber whiskey in his lean fingers. “We have, gentlemen,” Drummond nodded around, “Not chosen docile wallflowers for our wives and lovers.”

Brynmore nodded in agreement to this as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Aye, he could attest to that. He was the only one, among the six men, without a permanent lass or wife, and he knew each man’s feisty lass quite well. Brynmore smirked for the first time that evening. He bloody

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