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Verity's
Lie (The Huntley Trilogy #3)
by
Grace Elliot
Historical (Regency)
Romance
Publisher:
Self/Indie
Release
Date: July 14, 2013
Heat
Level: Steamy
Length:
300 pages
Book Description:
Charles
Huntley, Lord Ryevale, infamous rogue…and government agent.
In
unsettled times, with England at war with France, Ryevale is assigned to covertly
protect a politician’s daughter, Miss Verity Verrinder. To keep Verity under
his watchful eye, Ryevale plots a campaign of seduction that no woman can
resist– except it seems, Miss Verrinder. In order to gain her trust Ryevale
enters Verity’s world of charity meetings and bookshops…where the unexpected
happens and he falls in love with his charge.
When
Lord Ryevale turns his bone-melting charms on her, Verity questions his
lordship’s motivation. But with her controlling father abroad, Verity wishes to
explore London and reluctantly accepts Ryevale’s companionship. As the
compelling attraction between them strengthens, Verity is shattered to learn
her instincts are correct after all – and Ryevale is not what he seems. If Lord
Ryevale can lie, then so can she…but with disastrous consequences.
Warning: This title
is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual
situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some
readers.
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Excerpt
Verity
closed the library door and wilted. With
toe-curling embarrassment she recalled her prudish disapproval and cringed
afresh. Why couldn't she have appeared
worldly and calm, instead of behaving like a stuttering, prissy schoolgirl. And why Lord Ryevale, of all people? If she hadn't been distracted by plans to
confront her father, then she wouldn't have been caught so off guard. Verity took comfort in that it was unlikely
their paths would cross again.
Clutching
Cicero against her chest like a shield, Verity composed her thoughts before
facing her father, then made for the garden.
The root of her discomfort lay in noticing Lord Ryevale earlier that
evening. When he arrived, the atmosphere
had changed tangibly; women became more vivacious and men bristled
defensively. He moved with the
self-assurance of a pack leader and, when he passed close by, a wicked smile
quirked across his intriguing lips—and Verity didn't usually notice mouths. But more alarming still were his eyes—nut
brown and intense—and when he had glanced in her direction, she felt as if he
could read her mind. Shaken, she
wondered if she had inherited her mother's weakness for the opposite sex, a
sobering thought that worried her.
From
his wide chest and broad shoulders, to the square jaw and strong cheekbones,
Ryevale filled her mind; so when she had received her father's note to fetch
his copy of Cicero, she had welcomed the excuse to leave the ball and calm her
wits. That was, until she opened the library
door to find the man she was running from in a compromising position with
another man's wife.
After
three laps of the garden, her cheeks had cooled and her mind felt more ordered.
Tonight
she would seize the moment; before her father left on business, she would
appeal for more freedom. Her speech
planned out, she was ready to face him.
Verity
hurried along the corridor, pausing outside the study door to straighten her
hair. This was it: now or never. She
knocked and, at a gruff acknowledgment from the other side, entered.
Between
the gloomy room and being a little nearsighted, it took Verity a moment to
assimilate three men were present: her father, the prime minister and a figure
in the shadows.
“Father. Lord Liverpool.” She squinted, trying to identify their
guest. As Ryevale stepped forward, her
pulse hit a crescendo. Alarm fluttered
in her breast, threatening her ability to breathe. “My lord.”
How her voice held steady, she had no idea.
“Good
evening.”
He
stood at ease, which irritated her. Why
did her wits scatter like pigeons before a cat when he smiled in that
bone-melting way? Annoyed at herself,
she answered his smile with a glare before turning to her father. “Your book, Father.”
“Ah,
Verity. Thank you.”
Her
father took a cursory glance at the spine then set the Cicero aside.
Verity
longed to escape, to be able to breathe and to release the tension swelling in
her chest.
“If
that's all, I won't intrude further.”
She felt Ryevale's gaze, hot against her skin, and some unnamed
sensation coiled and tightened inside.
“Ah,
Verity, let me introduce my guest.”
“We've
already met,” she replied tartly.
About the Author:
Grace Elliot leads a double life as a
veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. Grace lives near
London and is passionate about history, romance and cats! She is housekeeping
staff to five cats, two sons, one husband and a bearded dragon (not necessarily
listed in order of importance). “Verity’s Lie” is Grace’s fourth novel.
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