The Wedding Night of an English Rogue
A Novel
Chapter One
Mayfair 1814
Until this evening Lieutenant Colonel Lord Heath Boscastle had been
living under the pleasant illusion that he was the master of his own
fate. It wasn't that he had escaped bad fortune. On the contrary. He
had met and overcome more than his fair share of adversity. It
seemed that he deserved peace. After all, he'd survived war,
torture, espionage, two volatile mistresses, and a family that
challenged the rules of Society on a regular basis.
It was, perhaps, a credit to his cumulative experiences that he
managed to hide his astonishment at what his friend, Colonel Sir
Russell Althorne, had just asked of him.
A man less adept than Heath at concealing his emotions might have
given himself away. He displayed no reaction whatsoever. Most likely
he was in a mild state of shock. He'd half expected Althorne to call
him back into military service. As a soldier, that is, not a lady's
companion. He had not anticipated a reminder of a past sexual
escapade ... as unforgettable as that escapade had been.
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