On a Wicked Dawn
Chapter One
Mount Street, London
3 A.M., May 25, 1825
He was drunk. Gloriously drunk. More drunk—drunker—than he'd ever been. Not that he made a habit of inebriation, but last night, or more specifically and especially this morning, was a once-in-a-lifetime occasion. After eight long years, he was free.
Lucien Michael Ashford, sixth Viscount Calverton, sauntered along Mount Street, nonchalantly twirling his ebony cane, a smile of unfettered joy curving his lips.
He was twenty-nine, yet today qualified as the first of his adult life, the first day he could call said life his own. Even better, as of yesterday, he was rich. Fabulously, fantastically—legally—wealthy. There was not a great deal more he could think of to wish for. If he hadn't been afraid of falling on his face, ... read full excerpt from On a Wicked Dawn ebook