When Dashing Met Danger
Chapter One
London
Early May 1805
"Stop!" hissed a woman's voice.
"Darling, just one kiss. Come here, you silly goose."
"Not now, Reginald. Behave yourself, please."
Sprawled on a worn stone bench deep in the gardens of Lord and Lady Pool's London town house, Alexander Scarston, the Earl of Selbourne, heaved a sigh. He'd retreated to the extensive gardens hoping
to escape the hordes in attendance at one of the premier
balls of the Season, and he was in no in mood
for young lovers.
"Reginald, I said stop." The woman's voice was
more insistent now. Closer as well. Looking for an
escape, Alex peered into the shadows cast by the
overgrown rhododendron bushes and wild roses. If
he could avoid the garishly lit town house, he could
be in his carriage and on his way to his club in a
quarter hour at most.
He saw no reason to revisit the ball. Judging from his brief foray into the madness earlier, there was little
likelihood that he would gain the information Pitt
wanted, and every likelihood he would be accosted
by some annoying matron who sim ... read full excerpt from: When Dashing Met Danger ebook
