Slave to Fashion by Everly Ryan

Author:Everly Ryan [Ryan, Everly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance
Publisher: Everly Ryan
Published: 2017-01-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Dismal.

Her initial assessment had been correct.

Georgiana fell back against the squabs in the Lockerbie coach Blane had sent for her. She stared out the window at the never-ending expanse of boggy moorland. For miles, she’d seen nothing but desolate lochs and boulders. The terribly rutted roads traveled through rather than over the moors and Georgiana feared if the coach ran off the road, they’d disappear in the bog, never to be found again.

Most of the journey had been fraught with heavy showers, rendering Georgiana too unnerved to catch a nap and the interior of the coach too dark to read. The foreboding weather echoed her own trepidation about leaving London during the height of the season to play out some lewd deal with a man she hardly knew.

Throughout most of the trip, she’d been accompanied by an ancient relative of Blane’s who spoke only the same Scottish brogue Blane used when flustered. Her chaperone had been a ruse, of course, and the little lady had been ceremoniously deposited at the last village through which they’d rolled.

Blane had traveled ahead in order to prepare for her.

Prepare what, exactly?

Georgiana twisted her hands together in dark anticipation.

Thunder boomed louder than the rumbling of the wheels on the marshy road and Gaelic shouts of the driver urging the horses onward drifted above the din of wild weather.

Her stomach knotted. By her calculations, they should be arriving soon. But she had no idea what to expect. Would his home be filled with family eager to meet her or would she find herself alone with him in a vast, cold castle?

Would he make good on the lurid promises he’d made that day in the gristmill? She’d dreamed of it. She’d dreamed of being naked, of being touched and talked to in the most scandalous fashion.

Was she a fallen woman to be running headlong into sin? Or was she simply a woman with a woman’s needs? She breathed in the earthy scent of the mossy moors and the interior of the coach that smelled like Blane and well-worn leather. Like rain.

She’d entered a different world when she’d crossed the border into Scotland. A wild, untamed world full of deep, dark promise that had a hold on her as spellbinding as a Siren’s call. She couldn’t shake off its grip. She didn’t want to. And whatever sin she faced with Blane, above all, she greatly anticipated touring his textile mills.

The coach made a turn and Georgiana leaned to peer out the window. Tall stone pillars loomed in the misting rain. They were turning into the entrance of the Lockerbie lands. A pervading gray pall hanging over the moors prevented her from seeing his home or even the loch he’d told her snaked through the valley below.

Her pulse accelerated as the coach began to climb. Lightning struck and she jolted. The hairs on her arms and on the back of her neck stood on end with the energy. In the Scottish hills, she felt so much closer to the elements than in London.

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