The Dark Regent by Constance Kent

Author:Constance Kent
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, victorian england, brooding tortured antihero, dark romantic love story, historical gothic suspense, orphan heroine
Publisher: Writewood Creations Publishing

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CRISPIN WOLFE did not return to Hawkcliffe Hall that night or the next or the next. On the fourth day, Fawn took a walk to the beach in a fever of restlessness. Molly was in the kitchen preparing luncheon and oblivious to her young mistress’s emotional state. Wolfe was keeping his promise to provide her a home, but she was beginning to fear Jocelyn’s half-brother was also keeping another one of his promises. Wolfe would no longer demand her in his bed.

Fawn had slept alone in the vast old house for the past three nights. She was not frightened of Hawkcliffe Hall—on the contrary—it was a welcoming house filled with hidden delights. Between her and Molly, they had succeeded in re-opening the library, the study and the grand dining hall. Linens had been discovered, brought out and aired. Every morning, Molly would arrive at the Hall with a fresh armload of packages streaming in from London.

Wolfe had not forgotten her—but he had not returned, nor sent word of his intention to do so.

Fawn removed her calfskin boots to preserve them from the salt water. Several boxes of new frocks, hats and shoes had arrived at Hawkcliffe Hall that morning by wagon. Molly had enthusiastically helped with the unpacking.

“I envy you, miss. Your uncle must love you dearly to go to such expense and trouble. I’ve never seen such beautiful things!”

It was true the captain spoiled her terribly, Fawn had conceded to the girl. Yes, she was exceedingly pleased with his selections.

She was wearing one of the gowns now. A pale rose silk. She’d left her hat at the Hall and wandered listlessly along the sandy beach. The waves crashed violently against the shore, mirroring her thoughts. When he pulled her from the edge of the cliff, (only last week—it felt like a lifetime ago!) Crispin told her she could live for him—a thing Fawn had thought impossible at the time. A few days separation and now she did not know how to live without him. The uneasiness she felt when Wolfe was away was almost as intense as the uneasiness she felt when he was near.

Crispin’s voice sounded behind her—a distinct masculine shout. Fawn froze for an instant and then whirled around, afraid that she was hearing things.

He stood tall, as strong and handsome as ever, if not more so. It felt as though they’d been separated for years instead of days. His cloak billowed behind him as he stood framed against the azure sky. His broad shoulders were dressed in a green velvet frock coat that fitted him perfectly. A white silk scarf was tied at his neck under his square chin. His black leather riding boots were polished to a high gloss and came to the knee.

From his thick nightshade hair to the tip of his toe, Wolfe was male perfection; a dark regent with the power to call forth shameful sensations in her at the mere sight of him.

Crispin strode toward her, the tension in his body pulling him over the sandy beach faster and faster.

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