lovely summer weather encourages one to be lazy, so here is a little light
reading for a hot summer's day (or, if the weather turns quickly, to read with
a steaming cup of something relaxing).
is an extract from my latest book, Behind
the Rake's Wicked Wager. Jasper, Viscount
Markham, is used to getting his own way, but beautiful Susannah Prentess proves
obstinately elusive. He therefore has to turn on all the charm to make her
agree merely to join him for supper during one of her aunt's famous Bath card
…As soon as he pulled her hand onto his arm
she began to have doubts about the wisdom of being alone with him.
'Perhaps we should ask Mrs Logan and Mr
Camerton if they would like to join us…'
'I have already ascertained that they would
not.' Something of her disappointment must have shown in her face for he smiled.
'I vow, ma'am, I begin to think you are afraid of being alone with me.'
'Nonsense. Why should that
'My reputation, perhaps?'
'I know nothing of your reputation, Lord
Markham. Is it so very bad?'
'Perfectly dreadful,' he replied cheerfully.
'At least it is in London. I am relieved that no one here knows of it.'
She stopped as a sudden worry assailed her.
'And just what is your reputation for, my lord, gambling?'
'No. Breaking hearts.' Again his smiling eyes
teased her. He covered her hand with his own and held it on his sleeve. 'Do you
wish to run away from me now?'
Susannah's chin went up.
'I do not run away from anything, my lord.'
It was still early and the supper room was
empty save for the servants. The viscount guided her to a table at the far end
of the room.
we will not be overheard.
She stifled the thought. This was her house,
her staff were in attendance. No harm
could come to her here. The viscount insisted she sit down and went off to fill
a plate for her. Susannah looked at the table, playing with the napkins and the
cutlery. She would not watch him: she was all too aware of the graceful power
of his movements. She would be better gathering her wits. The viscount had an
uncanny knack of disconcerting her, she must be on her guard.
Susannah kept her eyes lowered until he
returned and placed before her a plate filled with little delicacies.
'I congratulate you, Lord Markham. I gave you
leave to choose for me, and I believe there is nothing here that I do not
He slipped into the seat opposite and picked
up his napkin.
'I took the opportunity to ask your estimable
butler for his advice.'
She chuckled at that.
'I give you credit for your honesty, at
She applied herself to her food, gradually
relaxing. Lord Markham was the perfect companion, asking nothing impertinent,
amusing her with little anecdotes. As her nerves settled so her appetite
improved and when her plate was empty she looked at the single syllabub glass on
'Is that for you or for me?'
'For you.' He picked up the spoon. 'But I
hoped you might let me share the enjoyment.'
She sat back, scandalised.
'No, that is an outrageous idea.'
He glanced around.
'Why? The room is empty at present. Even the servants
are not attending.' He scooped out a small spoonful of the syllabub and held it
out to her.
Susannah stared at it. She must not. She dare
not. Yet she sat forward, her eyes on that tempting spoonful.
'Go on,' he murmured, his voice low and
inviting. 'While no one is watching. Tell me how it tastes.'
He held the spoon closer and automatically
her lips parted. She took the sweet, succulent mouthful, felt the flavours
burst upon her tongue. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious. Heavens, was this
how Eve felt when she had tried the forbidden fruit?
Jasper watched, entranced. He saw the flicker
of her eyelid, the movement of her throat as she swallowed. She ran her tongue
across her lips and he felt the desire slam through him. By God, no wonder
Gerald was besotted. He tore his eyes away and sat back. He was meant to be
seducing her, not the other way
'Well, Miss Prentess, did you enjoy that?'
She would not meet his eyes. That was perhaps
as well. He was not at all sure he could
sound so cool if she was looking at him.
'Another spoonful, perhaps?' He dug the spoon
into the syllabub again but she lifted her hand.
'No! There are too many people now. We will
'But you would like to do it again?'
Her blush gave him the answer but she said
hurriedly, 'Of course not. You are quite outrageous, my lord. We will forget
that happened, if you please.'
Her voice was perfectly steady but he noted
that her hand shook a little as she picked up her napkin and touched her lips.
Good. She was off-balance, which had been his object. That he, too, was shaken
by the moment was unfortunate, but it would not happen again.
'As you wish. But there is something else I
want from you, something that is not at all outrageous.'
'What is that?'
'To play picquet with you.'
'Out of the question. You have already won more
than enough from my aunt.'
'I am giving you the chance to win it all
'No.' She rose and shook out her skirts. 'I
must return to the drawing room.'
'As you wish.' He held out his arm. The
fingers that she laid upon his sleeve trembled a little. He fought down the
impulse to put up his free hand and cover them, to protect her. That was not
his purpose at all. As they left the room he asked his question again.
'And shall we now play picquet?'
'I have told you, no, my lord.'
He threw her a teasing glance.
'After such a meal do I not deserve some
The look she gave him was indignant.
'After such a meal you deserve I should not
speak to you again!'
Charles Camerton and Mrs Logan were descending
the stairs and they waited to let them pass.
'We were just coming down to join you.' Charles
addressed them cheerfully. 'Mrs Logan hopes the luck will change after a
Jasper noted the rueful look the widow gave
to Susannah as they passed.
'It seems your aunt and your friend are not
doing so well this evening,' he commented as they went up the stairs.
'We shall come about.'
'You could recoup everything with a single
game of picquet.'
'Or lose even more.'
'Not necessarily.' He had her attention. 'We
need not play for money.' He glanced up and down the staircase. They were alone.
'I will wager my diamond pin against….' He paused.
'Dinner,' he said at last. 'You will join me
for dinner at York House on Thursday night.'
Behind the Rake's Wicked
Wager – Sarah Mallory. Harlequin Mills & Boon
Bought For Revenge –
Sarah Mallory, Harlequin Mills & Boon August 2013.