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Innocence Afire
Book 11 of The Rakehell Regency Romance Series

Sorcha MacMurrough
Randall Avenel the Earl of Hazelmere and Isolde Drake have married in
haste to save her from scandal, but a happy future together is far from certain
as Isolde discovers the shocking truth about Randall's past.
Secrets which have lain hidden for decades are brought to light at last,
bringing with them the most stunning consequences. As Randall seeks
redemption for his sins, Isolde's innocence is set afire by the passionate love
they share.
But has Isolde really succeeding in reforming a rake? Or is Randall living
a double life despite the torrid desire they share?
Only though trusting each other and the miracle of love they share, can
Randall and Isolde vanquish their enemies and the demons of their past.
Isolde decided to celebrate the autumn equinox by taking a picnic lunch out to
Millcote Forest for Randall as a romantic surprise.
She got to the low wall of the monastery, and still mounted on her mare, was able
to peer over the crumbling walls easily.
To her horror, Isolde saw a petite woman with long dark hair walking away from
Randall. They had been standing very close. Too close. She immediately saw red.
She swung down from the saddle fuming. Leaving the food in her panniers, she
stalked over to where her husband had set up his easel, and glared at him.
"Just what sort of game do you think you're playing with our lives, Randall?" she
demanded furiously.
Randall, having just exchanged pleasantries with Eswara Jerome, who lived down
the road and occasionally went for a stroll passed him as he painted, was confused at
his wife's sudden arrival and her accusatory words. "Game? What game?"
"I don't know, you tell me! You tell me why you've been so distant, moody,
changeable recently, ever since you resumed your trips to London. I've tried to be a
good wife to you-"
"You are! You don't even have to try!'
"Then why? What in the name of all the gods are you looking for? What is it that
you want?" Isolde demanded tearfully, at her wits' end.
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Something sparked within him. "What I want?" He laughed bitterly. "You have no
idea what you're asking, Isolde! You would run in terror if you knew."
"But I do want to know! I need to know. I hold you in my arms, Randall, even
within my body, and yet I still can't get close enough to you. I want to make all your
hopes and dreams and fantasies come true, be truly one with you.
"But there's this, this wall between us that I simply can't seem to breach no matter
how hard I try. So I keep battering against it, and end up bloody, bruised and torn."
He stared at her in horror, never suspecting his attempts to keep her safe from
their enemies, as well as be unselfish, not indulge his passions so often, protect her
from his rampaging lusts, might make her feel so left out and unimportant in his life.
"Oh, darling, I didn't mean to-"
"Tell me your fantasies, Randall. Let me be your everything," she pleaded,
starting to strip off her day gown and rubbing against him, not caring that it was
broad daylight and anyone might come along.
He gazed down at her unseeingly, lost in his own confusion. "But there isn't
anything you can do, don't you see?"
"I can try, if you'll let me. I know I'm not a practiced courtesan like most of your
other women, but-"
"No, don't you see? I don't want that, darling. This hasn't been about lovemaking!
That's never been the problem between us. The problem has always been me!"
"Then tell me, please. For pity's sake, Randall, tell me the truth, before it's too
late, without holding back because you think I'm going to leave you!"
He heaved a ragged sigh. "I don't understand love and intimacy. I fear it. I ruin
and destroy everything I've ever touched. I want you unspoiled and innocent, happy
and loved and safe, not damaged by being married to a man like me!"
"But-"
"You ask me what my dreams are? What I fantasize about? I'll tell you!
Impossible though it all is, I'll tell you," he rasped. "I would give anything to have a
lifetime in your arms, with never any unhappiness, mistrust or want. I long to hear
you say you love me no matter what, and finally be able to believe the words. Not just
in here," he said, pointing to his head, "but here." He pointed to his heart.
She placed her hand on his, over his heaving chest. "Done. You have it, Randall. I
do love you, no matter what. Please, darling-"
He silenced her with a blistering kiss, and the dam blocking his passion finally
burst. He could hear the blood roaring in his ears as she stretched up against him,
stroking her hands down the length of his back until they reached his buttocks. She
pulled hard, grinding herself against him, and then both their pairs of hands hurriedly
stripped him bare....
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Reviews:
Another lusty and exuberant novel full of marvelous heroes and villains,
as the Rakehells in Brimley and Bath uncover a murder from nearly a decade
before. Old friend are reunited, new friends made, and the hero and heroine
share a luminous love that lights the pages. Evelyn Trimborn, Castles in the
Air
A superb steamy romance full of intrigue. I adored the terrific
characters, especially the fallen Randall, sensual Isolde, and the raffish
Rakehells. This is MacMurrough at her sultry best. You will love this
series. Jacinta Carey, The Starbuck Saga
Enthralling. The characters grab you from the first sentence and never
let go. I adore the hero and heroine, and the mystery elements, which are
first-rate. A sensual rollercoaster of steamy sex and suspense. Divine.
Carolyn Stone, In From the Cold
As always, Ms. MacMurrough has us eagerly following her characters
as they traverse the rocky road to true love. Isolde is a wonderful heroine,
feisty, brave, and sensual. Randall is all this and more. Every love scene
scorches the pages, and the mystery which unfolds regarding Randall's past
and family skeletons in the closet (literally!) keeps us eager to read to the
end.
"Always welcome are appearances by our old friends the Rakehells, who
as usual provide a marvelously well-drawn set of secondary characters. You
dont have to read every book in the series to appreciate them, but they are
all so gorgeous, why would you miss a single one?
"Endlessly fascinating, sexy and thrilling, this is yet another Rakehell
romance novel that's a certain keeper. Annabelle Stevens, Loves Sweet
Song
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Dedication: To my family and friends, and for Marc and Akira, truly a
gift in every respect.
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RAKEHELL CHARACTER LIST

Randall Avenel, a Rakehell and rake, youngest of 5 sons, who has
recently inherited the title the Earl of Hazelmere
The Dowager Lady Hazelmere, his mother, now a widow
Isolde Drake, Viscount Linleys daughter
Lady Rose, her mother, a recent widow
Stephen Drake, the new Viscount Linley, her brother
Rebecca Drake, her younger sister
Susan Drake, her youngest sister
Chauncey Howell, Isoldes former fiance
Jack Parkins, his friend
Fanny Clarence, Chauncey Howells new fiancee
Mr. and Mrs Clarence, her parents
Matthew Dane, a Rakehell, Randalls friend and duelling second
Dr. Antony Herriot, Isoldes cousin; runs a womens clinic for the poor
in London
Philip Marshall, a Rakehell, works with Alistair Grant, barrister
Jasmine Marshall, his wife, friends with Isolde
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(for their story, see The Mistaken Miss)

Michael Avenel, a Rakehell, Randalls eldest brother
Bryony Avenel, his wife
(for their story, see The Model Master)
Dr. Blake Sanderson, a Rakehell, a doctor in London and Somerset
Arabella Neville Sanderson, his wife
(for their story, see Guardian of the Heart)
Clifford Stone, a Rakehell, owner of Stone Court
Vanessa Stone, nee Hawkesworth, his wife, a great scholar
(for their story, see The Mad Mistress)
The Duke of Ellesmere, Thomas Eltham, a Rakehell, lives at Eltham
Castle
The Duchess of Ellesmere, Charlotte Eltham, his wife
(for their story, see The Missed Match)
Jonathan Deveril, a Rakehell, vicar of Brimley and Eltham
Pamela Deveril, his wife
(for their story, see The Miss Matched)
Sarah Deveril Davenport, Jonathans youngest sister
Alexander Davenport, her husband, a Rakehell
(for their story, see The Matchless Miss)
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Alistair Grant, a Rakehell and barrister in London

Martin Jerome, Blakes cousin, an honorary Rakehell
Eswara Paignton Jerome, his wife, a healer from India who works with
Blake
(for their story, see The Model Mistress)
Geoffrey and Malcolm Branson, father and son, local magistrates in
Somerset
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Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much

wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has
lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Innocence is a kind of insanity.
Graham Greene, The Quiet American, Part 1, Chapter 3
Innocence is lovely in the child, because in harmony with its nature; but
our path in life is not backward but onward, and virtue can never be the
offspring of mere innocence.
If we are to progress in the knowledge of good, we must also progress in
the knowledge of evil. Every experience of evil brings its own temptation,
and according to the degree in which the evil is recognized and the
temptations resisted, will be the value of the character into which the
individual will develop.
Mrs. H. O. Ward. Sensible Etiquette of the Best Society Customs,
Manners, Morals, and Home Culture, Compiled from the Best Authorities,
Chapter 12 (1878).
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Prologue
London, 3 February 1819
Parkins looked out at Howell from his watery blue eyes, hardly daring to
tell him the news he had just heard at the club.
"Well, out with it, man. You've been staring at me like a hare faced with
a stoat for the past five minutes. It's puttin' me off my drink."
Parkins slid to the edge of the rickety wooden bench, ready to flee if
Chauncey cut up rough. "It's just that, well"
"If you don't want to me my second when I duel that bastard Randall
Avenel, just say so now, you little weed."
Parkins' Adam's apple bobbed. "It's not that, Chauncey. Well, not
entirely."
"Then what? Your parents found out you're in the River Tick?" He put
down his ale tankard long enough to search the sagging pockets of his brown
worsted wool jacket and frayed linen waistcoat.
At length he managed to come up with a few coppers. "That should tide
you over. But I swear, once Avenel is dead, the world is our oyster"
Parkins pounced on the pennies his companion had clinked down on the
scarred table, and shook his head. "But that's just it, you see. There's no need
for a duel now."
Howell glared, his normally bulging eyes looking as though they might
come right out of their sockets. "There's every need. I never thought that
cold bitch Isolde would actually get futtered when I sent her there to ruin her
reputation and put her and her family completely at my mercy. I'm certainly
going to make her pay for it for the rest of her life.
"But now that I think about it, it couldn't have worked out better. There
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was more than one witness to her ravishment now besides me, including that
harpy who attacked me, and the butler. Randall can't cover up the fact that
he's defiled an innocent aristocratic girl. So all you have to do is not mix up
the pistols, and we're home free."
Parkins blinked owlishly. "Mix up the"
Howell gave a dark frown, realising he had said too much to the
unsuspecting Parkins already. He never should have admitted planning to
ruin Isolde, let alone.."Misload them, I mean," he said hastily.
"Chauncey, I'm trying to tell you, there are to be no pistols. None at all.
There's no need. Randall's made good on what he did to the poor girl."
His thin lips curled into a sneer. "Made good? How? By setting her up in
a little cottage near town as his latest doxy?" He took a hefty swig of ale and
wiped his mouth on his sleeve in a clear gesture of dismissal.
"She's a Viscount's daughter. He can't get away with making a whore of
her so openly. And I'll never believe it anyway. Randall must hate the
bloody sight of Isolde. Her father ruined his, and everyone knows it.
Completely disgraced the old Earl, who died of shock. Or maybe even
topped himself, I shouldn't wonder. Mistress? Hah. Murderer, more like."
Parkins shook his head. "Wife."
"Whaddye say, man, speak up?" He cocked one already jutting ear
forward. "Shut that bloody singing, you poxy-faced curs!" he bellowed at the
table to the left of their corner, earning himself a stream of colorful curses
from the carousing sailors in the dockside tavern who were belting out a
shanty so lewd it was making Parkins blush.
"I said, wife. It's all over the club. The most eligible bachelor in Town,
the Earl of Hazelmere, was married this very day. "
Chauncey thunked the tankard down. "Hell and damnation! No! No!"
Parkins nodded. "It's true. So the girl's honor is no longer at issue, and
you don't have to duel"
"No, damn it, no!" Howell shouted, turning puce. "I won't let that bugger
take what's mine."
"She must have married him of her own free will," Parkins said mildly.
"She was tricked, duped just like he fooled her into bedding him. The
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marriage is a sham, a lie, I tell you, " Howell insisted, before draining his
tankard to the lees and rising from the bench.
"Her whole family was there, including her brother"
"Who didn't even try to duel for her honor, obviously," he gritted out,
furious that another part of his clever plan had been foiled.
Parkins shook his head. "You know how they view duelling in the Town
now. It's not like the olden days. Now it's just as much a matter of public
scandal as an affair, and more often than not deemed murder to boot.
"Look, Chauncey, I'm sorry your little dove flew the coop, but it's not
like she had any money or anything after her father died"
Howell bit his tongue as his mind raced. Married. Married. What the
hell was he going to do now? His creditors, the whole district back home,
would be agog. And even wedding the plain Clarence girl was not going to
get him all he needed
"And that's the other thing. Her brother Stephen has married Fanny
Clarence, the woman you threw Isolde over for"
"Damn and blast! What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he fumed,
storming out of the tavern and into the street.
"I don't know, but Chauncey, about the money"
Though he was out in the open now, Howell felt the walls closing in on
him. "In good time, Parkins, I promise. This isn't over yet. They may be
married, but widows are made every day."
Parkins shot him a horrified look.
Howell once again bit his tongue before he said too much, and tried to
give a false smile. "Accidents, natural causes, death comes to us all, as the
good book says."
"What, The Eager Strumpet?"
Howell rolled his eyes. "Not that book, you fool, The Bible."
"Oh."
"Just look at how Randall became Earl if you don't believe me. He had
four older brothers, yet he still inherited. Isolde may be a bride now, but
that's not to say she'll stay that way."
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Parkins slowed his pace now, looking at his companion with a growing
sense of dismay. He had the feeling he was missing something in all this.
But what?
Howell was clever, that was for sure. Perhaps too clever
"Where are you going?" he asked, watching his friend striding further
and further away from him into the distance.
"To think things through and decide on my next move," Howell threw
over his shoulder, before turning the corner and vanishing in a swirl of river
mist.
Parkins paused and stared for a moment into the darkness. Then he
glanced at the lights flickering on the murky waters of the Thames. The
stench of decay became almost overwhelming as he stood there, and made
his stomach churn.
He had felt sorry for Howell losing both Isolde and Fanny in that way,
but now he was not so sure. And was it really fair to marry someone just for
their money or status in society, or their good looks?
Isolde Drake had always been kind to him. Too good for the likes of
Howell, to his mind. But then, the pair of them had been cousins, and precontracted from their youth.
Why had Howell thrown her over? If only because of the money, he was
a damned fool. Isolde was a remarkable woman, worth ten of Fanny
Clarence even without a tuppence to her name. And as for looks, well, who
wouldn't want to possess her
Parkins felt his cheeks heat, and began to hurry home to his family. He
had wasted too much time with bad company, he could see that now.
Howell was out for no one but himself. Whatever plans he had to punish
Randall and Isolde for marrying, he wanted no part of them.
He only prayed that the newlyweds knew what they were up against.
Howell was certainly a vicious enemy when thwarted.
Not the kind of man you wanted to meet in a dark alley, as the phrase
went.
At that thought, Parkins took better stock of his surroundings, Looking
left and right, there was no sign of Howell, thank the Lord, but the plain fact
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was that he was all alone in one of the worst areas of dockside London, with
the river fog closing in all around him.
The yowl of a tomcat made him start out of his skin. As he broke into a
half-run, Parkins bundled up his collar against the cold, but all the same, the
cold finger of dread stroked down his spine.
Howell would make them pay if he could. All of them. And even himself
now that he knew too much about Howell's affairs. Perhaps he should
consider taking his uncle up on his offer to go to India after all.
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Chapter One
London, 4 February 1819
At their wedding supper that night Isolde looked a bit less pale and
strained that she had since they had met and married in such haste.
Randall was concerned at her unease over her sudden and shocking
change in circumstances, and wanted to make it was easy for his new wife as
possible to get used to the idea that they were well and truly wed, and he had
every intention of making their marriage work.
So as they dined on roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, he talked with
animation about their future together. He waxed lyrical about the beauties of
Brimley, and the old estate at Barkston House, which he had not stepped
foot in since his brother Francis had been killed.
It comes with too many memories, you see, but it is splendid, he said,
his eyes drinking in her dark hair, delicate nose, and her cornflower blue
eyes that were looking at him with such trust and innocence.
It does indeed sound a lovely house. We were going to move down to
Somerset, you know, live on Philip and Jasmines estate, in their dower
house.
Well, thats out of the question now, he said in clipped tones.
She stared at her husband's handsome face, in particular his marvelous
lapis blue eyes. Her brows knit, but she reminded herself to be patient with
hew new husband. After all, they were complete strangers apart from all
they had shared since they had met. Her sixth sense was useful, but didn't
help her know him in the more practical day to day sense.
What, you mean living in Brimley, Randall? Why? Is the house in bad
repair?
He shook his head and sighed. No, its been kept up. My family used it,
the horses our family is so famous for are all still there. I just never could
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bring myself to go back to the scene of the crime, as it were. Otherwise, Im

told it is as lovely as ever.
"They remodelled a fair bit of it, bathrooms and so on. All modern
conveniences. My parents had torn down some walls to make one huge
master bedroom, with windows either side, so one could look out at the
green fields of England. There is nothing like the green, sheep, cattle. The
sunshine
Is it very large?
He nodded. Oh my, yes, a real country seat.
And your mother?
She adored it, if thats what youre asking. It came to her through her
family connections. She never got to spend nearly so much time there as she
would have liked, especially recently, with Father always being so busy with
Parliament when it was in session. But it is beautiful. The expression on his
face was wistful, almost hungry
A plan was forming in Isoldes mind. She had visited the district, knew
almost all the Rakehells had settled there gradually. Why not she and
Randall?
You shall have to show me all of your watercolors after supper.
Do you paint?
She nodded. Yes. And play the pianoforte and harp.
I love music, and used to sing. You shall have to play for me.
With pleasure. She smiled.
At the word pleasure, he came over with his wine glass again as he had at
dinner.
Oh no, Randall, not again. My family will be here in a minute and
Oh!
His touch sent lightning passion streaking through her slender frame. The
silk of her drawers whispering over her sensitive flesh ignited her even more
as he stroked her lap until she shuddered.
Ill serve you the parsnips in a minute.
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She recalled their first meal together which had been so arousing, and
their intimate joke.
I do indeed have a hearty appetite, as you've discovered. By all means
bring on the parsnips. But theyd better not be sliced.
He laughed uproariously and resumed his seat. She hardly dared meet his
eyes.
Ive never met anyone so responsive as you.
She blushed. I just dont understand it. I mean, Ive never... It takes
some getting used to.
I know all of this is most disconcerting. And I suppose it was rather
naughty of me to touch you like that. Ill try to be patient, so long as we can
hold hands, sit next to one another?
I would like that. But we need to be careful, Randall. One touch from
me even in public seems to have the most remarkable effect, which Im not
so sure you can restrain.
He grinned, admitting without shame the truth of her words. Ironic
considering I have done nothing but be restrained in some respects for so
long. What can I say, you bring out the best, or worst in me.
Neither good nor bad, if its genuine, Randall.
It is.
She nodded. Then Im going to give you a warm embrace, and were
going to have supper. After that we'll go see your watercolors and have
coffee in our little blue drawing room.
She rose, went over to where he was sitting, and held him to her. He put
his arms lightly around her waist, forcing himself not to grab her and pull
her on top of his massive erection.
Soon she stepped away, for she could sense from his breathing how
difficult it was for him to be so close to her. Her sisters, mother and cousin
all arrived a short time later, took in the high colour on the couples cheeks,
and determined they were going to call it an early night and leave the two
lovebirds to get on with things.
Randall tried to listen politely to Isoldes mother, but he never took his
eyes off his wife. He observed her chatting happily with her two sisters, her
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face in animation and repose a most arresting sight. He tried to stem the
rising tide of jealousy he felt every time he looked at her handsome if
bookish young cousin Antony Herriot, with whom she evidently shared a
great deal.
On a professional level, he reminded himself, recalling the conversation
which they had had. The young man had said he had never offered for her.
More fool him. But somehow Randall grew convinced that it was just as
well. That on every level, Isolde was made for him.
She was gracious, kind, witty, forthright, and though her virtue was
beyond doubt, she was a passionate woman. But not everyone sparked her
passion. Not Howell, not her cousin. He would need to test her in company,
a prospect he was really not relishing, since keeping the bucks of the Ton at
bay was going to be a Herculean effort.
But at least they would not be expected to go into Society for some time,
for between their mourning and the honeymoon period they did not have to
see anyone or be seen if they did not wish to for some time. He would need
to speak with her about the duties required as an earls wife, but he felt sure
she would do him proud no matter what.
In any event, they were not going to go off gallivanting whilst his mother
was still ill. He was certain his wife was not some vacuous bit of muslin
only interested in the next ball or soiree. In fact, quite the opposite. He had
the feeling she would work her fingers to the bone if he did not insist she
seek some diversion.
She met his eyes across the table as the meal was ending.
He cleared his throat and said, Im not a great tippler or smoker, so if
Dr. Herriot here doesnt mind forgoing those things, I think we can safely
take the ladies into the large gold drawing room?
Oh, no, I dont mind at all, the young doctor said with an airy wave.
Isolde came up to her husband and put her hand in his. He led her to the
ornate chamber, fit to hold several dozen people, but immediately regretted
it. He didnt need to try to impress two children and a doctor only interested
in helping the poor.
Nor a grief-stricken widow, for her mother sighed, and put her arm
around her daughter. How proud your Pa would have been of you, dearest.
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This is more than he ever could have hoped for you.

Please, Lady Linley, Ive made a mistake. This room is far too
grandiose for a simple happy family party such as ours. Shall we adjourn to
the more snug blue drawing room instead, my dear?
Yes, Husband, whatever you think best.
He liked the meek answer, but suspected Isolde would not always be so
docile. He was sure she would stand up to him if the occasion warranted,
and once she found her feet in the household.
But she seemed most calm and even-tempered, not at all volatile or
spiteful. The conversation was decent and thought-provoking, with none of
the bitchiness he expected from four women in the same room. Not towards
each other, nor directed at anyone else.
They took no delight in doing down their acquaintance, but rather praised
them mightily. Of course they had a bit to say about the Clarences, and
Fanny in particular, but if they had any uneasiness over Stephen marrying,
they kept their thoughts to themselves.
The Clarences are out calling upon some of their friends to tell them the
remarkable news, and Stephen and his wife must still be upstairs in bed, her
mother said without the slightest hint of embarrassment.
Feel free to do the same, you two, if this all gets to be too much for you.
One more long smoldering look from you, my dear Randall, and my
daughters clothes are going to go up in flames.
He grinned and blushed. So sorry, Lady Linley.
Not at all. And please, do call me Rose.
Isolde laughed good-naturedly, and Randall reddened to the roots of his
hair and went to get his portfolio of pictures. Rebecca sat down at the piano
with her sister and they took turns entertaining the group.
Hopkins brought in the coffee tray, and Isolde did the honours as if she
had lived there all her life. Once she had poured, she patted the seat beside
her. Bring them here, by the fire.
The watercolors were magnificent, as were all his sketches. Whole new
vistas opened up as she stared at them.
But all landscapes. No people. No nudes, though you as a rake certainly
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saw enough naked women.

He blushed again, and got a sympathetic smile from Antony.
He murmured, I will gladly sketch you, but I doubt I could do your
goddess-like appearance justice. And I would be fearful of anyone ever
seeing it except myself. Youre mine now, my treasure, my love. I dont
want to share you with anyone except our children, when we are finally so
blessed.
You certainly sound sure of yourself, she said, her own cheeks
flooding with colour as she handed him back his final sketch book.
I would like nothing better than a long honeymoon complete with a
continuous and enthusiastic effort to try for a baby right now still stands.
I shall take it under advisement. But its too soon to even think She
shook her head in awe.
It might have already happened, dearest, he reminded her quietly.
I know. Well deal with that if and when it arises.
Are you frightened? he asked, his tone soft as a caress.
She gazed up at his eyes, saw the bleakness had returned. No, just
unsure. I have no idea what kind of mother I would be.
The best. So kind, nurturing. You would be perfect.
She gave him at tender kiss on the lips, and put her head on his shoulder.
He snuggled her comfortably against him, his arms around her waist,
comforting, undemanding. They gazed at the fire in silence. He had never
known just how wonderful a simple thing like a holding someone could be.
Neither had she. As Isolde remained entwined in her arms, she knew she
could never leave him, no matter how much her mind told her she was a fool
for ever trying to trust a rake and a libertine.
Her family wisely found a couple of excuses to leave them alone, and
now they kissed with more and more urgency, every single kiss and caress
leaving them breathless and eager for more.
But Isolde could feel herself growing weary too, despite the heat of their
caresses. It had been an emotional day, and she felt she needed to be alone.
The fact was, she was frightened. She had no idea how she had come to
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meet and marry the rakish Earl of Hazelmere, but it worried her that her
mind and body seemed to have completely ceased to be her own.
The more time she spent with Randall, the more she was drawn to him,
but she wasnt even sure that she could trust him after all he had said and
done.
She did not fear for herself, but there were a great number of obstacles to
their happiness. Not least of which were their duties and responsibilities. It
was wonderful being in bed with him, but there was more to married life
than unbridled licentiousness. Though she couldnt think of anything better...
And if he had his own way all the time he might soon grow tired of her.
I think we need to stop, she said in a reedy whisper.
He sat up straight and adjusted his own clothing and hers hastily. Quite
right, he agreed quickly, without the least hesitation. We need to look in
on Mother, and you need your rest.
She sighed, feeling unaccountably disappointed. She didnt know what
was worse. Him not wanting to, or wanting to.
Of course, dearest. Tomorrow is another day. I would not dare suggest a
ride in the morning given your no doubt tender state, but what about a trip in
the carriage?
I shall see how I feel when I wake, she said quietly.
Yes, of course. He rose and prepared their candles, and led the way up
the stairs.
They found his mother sleeping well. Apparently she had eaten quite
heartily all day, small meals, but several of them, and even a bit of wedding
cake. He kissed her on the brow, and then led his wife from the room.
He stood outside the door to her chamber. I shall say good night here.
Try to sleep.
Easier said than done after everything thats happened today.
I know. But try.
I will. You too.
He gave her a warm kiss and disappeared into his own room, leaving her
staring in confusion, and with shuddering longing, at the retreating back of
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the enigmatic man who was now her husband.
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Chapter Two
Isolde was tired but restless, and sat up late reading, her mind only half
on the book as she tried to take in all that had happened to her in the past
twenty-four hours. She had gone from being respectable Viscount's daughter
to fallen woman to wife with a dizzying rapidity which still felt her in
breathless awe.
Now she was wed to a notorious rake who had admitted the most heinous
crime against his own brother. And worse still, was the son of her father's
worst enemy.
Of their enemies, she knew Chauncey Howell was not going to accept his
loss of her or Fanny Clarence's fortune with any degree of equanimity. At
least Isolde's brother Stephen and Fanny were safely married, and now her
mother and sisters were safe.
But she could see Howell had tried to ruin both her and Randall. Had
been aching to goad him into a duel, in which she was sure he would not
have fought fairly. When that had not worked, he had tried to send Stephen
to his death. Her mind swam at the enormity of his cunning, and what he
might try to do next.
For she was sure they had not seen the last of him. Everything Randall
had told her about his family's past with Howell made her certain of that.
She looked around the charming bedchamber with a sigh. She had
literally made her bed, and simply had to lie in it. She'd united her fate with
Randall and his mother, and Randall's young wards. She would need to add
loyal and loving daughter in law and mother to her roles, and only prayed
she would be fit for them.
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Isolde eventually fell into a doze at about midnight, and was awakened
by a tap at the door at ten the next morning.
She took the tea tray from her maidservant, who introduced herself as
Annie, and headed back to bed. She was glad she had slept so soundly.
She was going to need all her wits about her if she was to cope with
sudden and unexpected turn her life had taken. She felt as though she had
been in perpetual motion ever since her father had died.
She wondered what her life would be like if he were still alive. If he had
been, she never would have met Randall, fallen in love with him. Her
brother never would have married Fanny. It was ever the nature of things,
losses and gains, she knew. Still, it did not pain her any the less to have him
gone.
But compared to what Randall had suffered, with the loss of all 4
brothers and finally his father, she couldnt complain at all. She hated to see
his bleak look whenever he entered the green and gold room. She could read
his thoughts all too clearly then. He feared finding his mother dead. He
feared finding her alive, and in worse case than before.
Isolde was surprised to see several letters addressed to her on the tray,
notes of congratulation from Philip and Jasmine and a couple of the other
Rakehells and their wives, and even two from her own school friends.
That sent a certain frisson of fear running through her. How had everyone
heard of her marriage so quickly? How on earth were they to undo the
damage that Howell had undoubtedly caused ranting to all and sundry about
the way he had been treated?
The notes were a positive sign that she had support from her true friends,
but she was certain Howell was going to become even more unreasonable
when he grasped all that losing his plump little wealthy partridge Fanny
would means. She had also escaped from his clutches, a most fortunate
circumstance if even one iota of what Randall had said about him were true.
She knew Stephen could be impetuous, and prayed Howell wouldn't goad
him into a duel, or drag the Clarences through the mire over a breach of
promise suit.
Howell would also know that Stephen had only been able to undertake
such a step as marriage and remaining in the family home through the good
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graces of Randall. It would be one more thing for Howell to hold against her
husband.
She took one more sip of tea and put her cup down with a sigh. It was too
much of a muddle. She would discuss her fears with Randall after she had
had a bath. They all had to present a united front. It would look even worse
if they all told different stories about how their marriages had come to pass.
All she knew was the Ton was no doubt completely abuzz after their
visitors calls yesterday and rumours of duelling.
As she had told her husband in the dressmakers shop the other day, the
best thing to do was simply brazen it out.
Isolde discovered that this might be easier said than done, however, when
they had an unexpected call as they were finishing dinner that afternoon.
She and Randall had greeted each other that morning with warm but
relatively restrained kisses, and had spent some hours with his mother. Next
had come a full tour of the house and its facilities so that Isolde could start
taking over as mistress of the household.
She had been impressed with how well-ordered everything was, though
he complained he had grown lax about the housekeeping since his mother
had been so ill and his duties had become more and more onerous.
Her brows shot up in surprise as she surveyed a vast linen cupboard.
Lax? My dear, you would put my own fastidious mother to shame.
Still, some of the things have been neglected. We're a bit short handed,
only get to do the laundry every other day instead of each.
What do you mean, you do the laundry every day? she asked in
surprise.
Hopkins shrugged and looked at his employer.
Randall cleared his throat, seemingly uncomfortable thought she could
not see why. She took his hand.
Its fine. Just unusual. My, what a wonderful collection of linens.
She felt him twitch, and gripped his hand more tightly.
Its all right. Everything is fine.
He smiled at her in relief. Whatever was troubling him, he didnt
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volunteer it. She decided not to push, and took his arm affectionately to
ascend to the upper floor and his mothers room once more, her tour at an
end. She just had to content herself with knowing that he appeared to be a
very competent employer and house owner, and not all of her questions were
going to be answered immediately.
Eventually he confessed that his brother Mark had been ill for some time,
and his father had been prone to what his mother had termed night sweats, as
she had been. There had been a great deal of illness and sadness in the
house, and it appeared to Isolde that he was trying to cope manfully by
evading his emotions in a welter of busy-ness. At least he felt he was doing
something useful, even if he did not see any improvement in his mothers
condition.
At dinner, they discussed her concerns over the amount of damage
Howells could cause to her and her family. I don't mind so much for
myself, but the girls might be affected by it in the long term. I'm also afraid
that Stephen might do or say something foolish in retaliation if Howell were
to cut up nastily. I'm also sure that Howell will slap of breach of promise suit
on the Clarences.
Aye," Randall said, nodding. "Anything to get money. If I know him,
he's swimming up to his eyes in the River Tick. I could offer to pay him
something to keep quiet and just go away."
She shook her head. "But once you bow to blackmail you have to keep on
paying. I suggest we just ignore him.
"If you think so, dear, but a small allowance to make up for his, er,
disappointments, which would only continue provided he continued to
behave well, might go a long way towards peaceful relations with all our
families."
She looked doubtful, so much so that he came over to her side and took
her hand. He wont harm any of us. I give you my word.
She smiled up at him, reassured.
So, how do we explain to all the old tabbies how we met and married?
We can say we were introduced through your charitable works. They
will have no real idea of how long we can have known each other. If you
were working at the clinic
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A cause for scandal in itself, she pointed out.

He shook his head. Not one I would ever worry my head over. You are a
good, virtuous young woman. I fell in love with your virtue, and youve
reformed me.
Thank you, my dear.
He kissed her hand. I mean every word of it. You really are the best
woman Ive ever met, on a par with my own mother and the other
inestimable ladies in your family. And the Rakehell wives.
What shall we say about Stephen and Fanny? she said with a slight
frown.
We will need to speak to them about it. They've been childhood friends,
so it's not so strange."
"Except for the haste. And the fact that she was pre-contracted to
Howell."
"A young woman has every right to change her mind. And while
everyone might ordinarily think the haste was to avoid a seven-month child,
I doubt in this case anyone is going to believe that. I mean, shes perfectly
sweet, but licentious? He shook his head.
On the other hand, Stephen might like to be portrayed as a man of the
world with uncontrollably rising sap.
Randall guffawed, and would have made a sexy rejoinder, when Hopkins
came into with two detectives. They could hear footsteps throughout the
house, and the sound of things being searched.
What is the meaning of this? Randall demanded, his face a livid mask
which terrified her. She prayed he would not do something foolish, and
hastened to his side to take his hand.
We're here to investigate charges brought against you that this is a house
of ill repute, and that you have suborned this under age young lady away
from her family with no intention of decent wedlock, and are keeping her
here against her will.
Oh, for Heavens sake! Randall growled impatiently, knowing that
Howell had set this action against him in motion, probably before he had
come himself, or simply to stir up trouble, remind them that he was out
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there, and out to get even.

Isolde shot him a warning look. He understood it only too well. Let her
do the talking.
Suborned me? Not at all. Randall is the most wonderfully attentive
husband I could wish for. My husband is well known to the vicar Jonathan
Deveril, a most moral and upright man. I'm sure you will find the marriage
lines all in order."
The taller of the two detectives stopped at this. "Marriage lines?"
As for a house of ill repute, what can you be thinking? This is a
respectable household, one frequently visited by decent people as if it were a
museum. This is the Earl of Hazelmere, for Heavens sake!
What about you being under age? one of the men asked.
I am of age to wed even without consent, but the fact is, my mother was
right here at the wedding. She is upstairs now, and will verify everything I
have said.
"My brother, who is sixteen, was also wed at the same time. Our new inlaws the Clarences are also staying here. You can have any number of
witnesses who can aver that all is well.
Hopkins, make sure my mother is not disturbed, please? She has been ill
for some time, Randall said tightly, and if I discover you have upset her, I
will have your jobs, do you hear me?
Now, now, dear, I'm sure they would not be so barbaric as to trouble
her, though of course she was a witness to our nuptials as well, and as such
might have to be questioned.
The older and shorter of the two men said, Er, no, thats all right. We
would not dare prevail upon a sick woman in such a manner.
The police questioned everyone in the house except Randalls mother,
and left after about half an hour, apologizing profusely.
Thats quite all right. It was a serious charge, one you had to
investigate, Randall said calmly.
Yes, of course. You had to make certain that nothing irregular was
going on here. She looped her arm affectionately through Randalls and
gave her most winsome smile.
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They stood on the doorstep and waved the detectives off, and then looked
at each other in relief.
Thank God you have such efficient servants.
And such a brave little wife. Thank you.
Dont mention it.
He caressed her cheek. But I have to. You stood up to them beautifully.
This was Howells first gambit to try to split us apart. I may have doubts
about you because we do not yet know each other very well, but they will
only be resolved by us being together. Im not going to let him separate us, I
promise.
Isolde stroked his broad chest, and before he even realized what he was
doing his lips were upon hers, seeking, exploring, devouring. The contact
between them was electrifying. As she laced her fingers through his hair, he
pulled her tightly to him, deepening the kiss. She clung to him fiercely,
longing to get even closer.
So close was she in fact that Randall was afraid she would be disturbed
by his heated response to their kiss-his rock-solid hardness was all too
apparent through the fabric of his trousers. But far from fleeing from it,
Isolde wanted to run headlong to it, for she was certain that this was meant
to be between them.
Isolde, Im not so sure we should be. he whispered, dragging his lips
from hers.
They dropped their questing hands as they looked around and realised
they were standing framed in their own doorway in full view of the entire
street. Including the carriage across the street which now drove on, the
driver cracking the whip sharply.
Isolde shivered. Howell had been in that carriage, watching, she was sure
of it.
Noting her alarmed look, he said, Im sorry about the kiss being so
heated--
She shook her head. Its no matter. Im as much to blame as you for
what happens between us like this.
She stepped inside and moved to their drawing room. I'm sorry, Randall,
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truly, for I know that you think my standoffishness is all about you. But it
isnt. This sparking between us--
Explosiveness would be a better word, darling, he said with a grin.
I have so many doubts. Im sorry. I just cant help wondering about you
and the women in your past. I have a million pictures in my head, none of
them pleasant. I want to be enough for you. As a wife, as your mothers
nurse, as the mother of your children.
He kissed her hand tenderly. Its going to take time. It cant be forced.
But you need to believe how meaningful this has all been for me. I would
never equate you with any of the women in my past. They were a temporary
diversion. You and I are building a life together, one that's going to last."
"I will try my best, darling."
I cant tell you how relieved I am. I was beginning to think there
something wrong with me that I couldnt seem to feel after Clarissa. Like I
was dead inside. Like I had committed the worse sins and the more I tried to
enjoy myself, the more I could see Francis skull grinning at me, he
confessed in a whisper.
"My poor love." She put her arm around his waist and urged him to sit
next to her on the sofa.
My one saving grace is I was too scared of oblivion to do myself any
real damage. Drink just enough, you might be able to forget who you are,
what you are, for a minute, maybe two if youre lucky. But even as you get
to the bottom of the glass its still waiting for you. So I swived.
Thats terrible, she sighed, taking one of his hands and lacing their
fingers together intimately.
He shrugged. But I have no need for anything like that any more. Just
being with you, you holding my hand, is a more powerful form of oblivion.
And yet clarity. For I touch you, and Im certain that a lifetime of bliss waits
for us, if only we will trust in it.
She returned the pressure of his fingers warmly. Im glad to hear you
never succumbed to drink. After all youve been through, it would have been
the final waste. I know you were the indulged youngest son. That your
painting is very important to you. That you were never expected to inherit,
have all these cares and responsibilities. That is not to say that you cant do
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your duty well, even if you do not have your father to train you. In fact, I
think you're secretly a lot like Michael, and you might only have ended up
quarrelling. Theres a lot about you that you have left to lie fallow, but Im
sure its not wasted. We just need to dig it up again.
He raised his brows. Like what?
I dont know. Now that were married you have me to share your
burdens. Even if we assume you want to spend eight hours asleep every
night-
You mean twelve hours in bed at least, and certainly not all of it
sleeping so long as youre with me.
She cast him a sharp glance and continued, There must be other things
you can do to fill your day, like study.
What?
Your painting and your study of the classics, for one. When is the last
time you picked up a brush?
Its been ages. I cant afford the time with Mother being so ill.
Your heart is in the right place, but you cant go from one extreme to the
other, from all play to all work, without suffering the consequences.
True, but its my duty, he said curtly.
She shrugged. Im sorry. I dont mean to dictate or interfere.
Not at all, he said passionately. I know youre only trying to help. Its
just that my priority at the moment is making my new wife happy. It is a big
change for you, for us both. I want you to be happy, not just myself. And if I
may say so, I miss you.
She smiled softly and stroked the back of his hand. I miss you too. But
as you said, we need to focus on building a life together. For that we need to
stay out of bed long enough to accomplish something.
All right, I'll settle for the eight hours, he said with a sheepish grin.
How about an occasional visit? she suggested shyly.
He shook his head. I couldnt bear it. I dont just want a quiddle or two
with you, I want an intimacy of heart and soul. Im willing to wait until you
say you're ready for that. That you want to come back to my room to share it
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all the time. Anything else would just remind me of my sordid previous life.
You are not a quick lay. I know its going to be hard for you to cope with my
demons from the past, my love. But I need you to understand why there can
be no walls or barricades in our relationship.
She nodded pensively. I do understand. I dont want that either. I just
dont know if Im ready for all of this yet. Suddenly being an earls wife.
And a wife.
He gave her an encouraging smile. One day at a time. You only just
learned all of the worst things about me yesterday. Im sorry if I took
advantage of that kiss on the front step.
Isolde shook her head. You didn't. I wanted you. Its not your fault. I
could have stopped you any time. You were the one who stopped. She
sighed. Those detectives. Howell isnt going to give up, you know.
Weve held him off for now.
Hell be back, though. We need to make sure that everything in this
house is above reproach for as long as we're here, she warned.
It is. I have no pied a terre in Town either, if that is what youre
thinking. This is my family home. I have never brought women here. I had
just got back from Paris when Mark got taken ill, so I havent been gadding
about in any way. I've been chaste for months. Anyone who wishes to
accuse me of any side-slips, or anything else he might have up his sleeve,
will be blown out of the water easily enough. The worst anyone can say is
about that tart the night we met, and nothing happened. My friends at the
club can bear witness to that.
Im sorry if I seem so mistrustful. I dont want to be so suspicious all the
time.
I know. Just remember I have to learn to trust you as well. That's not
always going to be easy for me, not after what I went through with Clarissa.
She nodded. I understand. We need to get things a bit more settled
between us first, dear. Im sorry.
Dont keep apologizing. I shall do as you say. Wait for you. Ive waited
for you for a lifetime, Isolde. Surely a few more days or weeks wont make
that much difference, so long as I know that when you finally come to me
again, it will be because you love me, and that it will be forever.
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Now, he said, rubbing his hands together, what do you say to a trip
out this evening to the opera?
She nodded. All right. If you want to go.
Might as well get it over with. I have a box, though I usually let others
use it.
Dont you like music?
Adore it, but it isnt enjoyable without someone to share it with. My
brothers and mother
She took his hand once more. You have me now.
Thank God. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and gently disengaged
himself from her questing fingers. We will have an early supper and go.
Can you be ready for six?
Certainly.
And how shall you pass the rest of the day?
Tending your mother, embroidering, writing a letter to Philip and
Jasmine explaining everything. I think they deserve the truth, and will be
discreet.
Randall had the grace to blush. The whole truth?
She stroked his cheek. Yes. That I met you, and no other man in the
world could move me as you did, so we wed.
He kissed her on the brow. Thank you. Theyll still wonder, though.
Let them all wonder. I dont care what any of them say. Were a happy
couple, and no one is going to damage that or try to persuade me youre bad
for me. Least of all the selfish Howell.
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Chapter Three
Isoldes brave words were sorely put to the test early the next morning,
when she heard a commotion downstairs in the hall.
She threw on her dressing gown and ran out into the corridor, and was
almost sent flying as Randall came barrelling down it from his mothers
room.
What is it? she asked in a panic, grasping his forearms as he steadied
her on her feet.
I dont know. Stay here.
But-
Stay here, my love, please. In an instant he was gone.
She paced up and down outside her room in an agony of suspense. She
could hear raised voices downstairs.
Shes my wife! We have her familys consent. Her mother signed as a
witness. You have no right! These accusations mean nothing! he raged.
Isolde ran down the stairs and saw three red-uniformed men trying to
subdue her husband.
Dont hit them, Randall! Pray calm yourself.
Are you all right, Miss? a fourth man in a dark suit asked.
Id be much better if you stopped manhandling my husband! she
hissed, her eyes flashing.
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We were told you were kidnapped and force to wed without your
familys consent, one of the men asserted.
Darling, hold still. This is absurd. The authorities were already here
yesterday. My mother and brother both signed the papers. I cant think
where you heard such rot, but my husband is a honourable man and he has
done nothing wrong. Let him go, she demanded.
We cant do that. We have orders to arrest him for violating a minor.
In that case I shall go to Newgate with him.
No, Miss. We have orders to bring you back to Bow Street.
No, we either both go or both stay. Im not letting my husband out of
my sight.
Im sorry, but we have our orders.
Isolde lost her temper then. You are not taking the Earl of Hazelmere
anywhere! Hopkins, send for the solicitors at once, and Mr. Alistair Grant
the barrister. He is an old school friend of my husbands and will not take
kindly to having his busy schedule interrupted over what is obviously a
mistake.
The leader of the small group of constables quailed. Mr. Grant?
If you wish to avoid vexing him, then I suggest you come in here and
look at our wedding lines. We were married by Jonathan Deveril, another
friend of my husband and Mr. Grant. You will see the licence is above
board, and the signatures on it just as I have said.
"If Mr. Howell has told you any different he is a liar. And he is not my
fiancee any longer. He hasn't been for a long time. He broke it off with me
months ago, and got engaged to Fanny Clarence. Therefore he has no reason
to concern himself in my affairs whatsoever. He is only a distant relative,
and not a disinterested one.
But he said that Mr. Avenel uttered threats against him, something about
a duel to the death with a sword?
She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. Nonsense. He
burst in here unannounced in the middle of our, well, conjugal relations.
What I do with my husband in the privacy of our own home is our own
business. He challenged him to a duel, Randall told him he was a fool. He
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left.
He believes you are drugged, or being kept here against your will. He
says your husband is a degenerate who has debauched other
Please, sir, I have heard enough. I love Randall and am here of my own
free will. She stuck out her left hand to show her wedding ring.
They demanded she recount her wedding, chapter and verse, and
questioned everyone in the house all over again. They even attempted to
ascertain whether or not she was sane, a fact that made Randall so livid she
had all to do to restrain him.
I am the wife of an earl, and certainly no Bedlamite. You can ask my
cousin Dr. Herriot, or Dr. Sanderson to proclaim me fit if you have any
doubts. If every girl who eloped was proclaimed insane, the jails would be
full of young women, with some very unhappy husbands clamouring to get
into prison!
Eventually they were forced to believe all she had said. Very well," the
most senior of the four officers said. "But we will be back if any further
report is made against either of you.
Come back as often as you like, she said breezily. Nothing will have
changed. All is well here. I'm fine, and happy. Tell Mr. Howell to stay out of
my marriage. What I do is no longer his concern.
She had to resist the temptation to slam the door when they had left. She
seethed for a few moments, and then looked at her husband, who had moved
over to the decanters to pour them both a brandy.
She took the glass he handed her with a sigh, and drained it in one gulp.
Then she said quietly, I am beginning to be of your belief that Howell will
do anything to get what he wants.
Did you have doubts about what I had told you before?
Isolde shook her head. No, none. I just couldn't grasp the magnitude of
his evil until this incident. If my mother hadnt signed the wedding lines, and
didnt defend you so stoutly, you would be in Newgate by now. And me in
an asylum.
He reassured her vehemently, I have friends. Alistair. I would get out
and
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He would have come after me while you were gone. I would have been
dragged to Bow Street, and from thence who knew where. Bedlam, or
worse. A secret hideaway. She shuddered.
At that he drained his own glass, and ran a shaking hand through his hair.
Then he noticed her looking at his disheveled appearance with some
warmth, and fastened the front of his shirt.
Come, dearest. Lets sit and send for a cup of tea at least. He rang the
bell and went over to sit with her on the sofa.
What time is it?
The clock struck eight just a short time ago.
She groaned. "What a way to start the morning." She rose, took his
brandy glass, and set it and hers down on the tray. Then she went into the
dining room and sat.
Randall rang the bell in their now, and pulled out the chair next to her.
He put his elbows on the table, and reached for her hands. She placed them
in his instantly.
This is becoming a nightmare for you, isnt it?
No. We had a magical evening at the opera last night. I love being with
you, Randall. Its worth all the challenges, just to see us both happy. Howell
is just grasping at straws. He would do anything to see us miserable.
I cant understand why he hates you so. Me, I can understand, but what
did you ever do to deserve this?
She shrugged. Power. He wanted me, he lost me. Hes a bad loser.
Its still insane. Hes the one they should be carting off, if not to
Newgate then to Bedlam.
Dont let him spoil things, she said firmly. I shant.
I am afraid I have, though. All these problems, so early on in our
marriage, well, it must give you pause.
Yet we will get through them, my love," she said with a warm smile. "It
would have been a lot more confusing if you had not told me everything,
though. Howell was banking on the fact that your reputation would scare me
witless. That I would want to run away from a debaucher.
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Randall sighed. I had to be honest with you. Youre the most important
person in my world.
I know. I felt it last night as you sat with me at the opera, so warm and
tender.
Hot and rampant, more like. He laughed shakily.
Isolde giggled. Me too. But I have to be sure that this incredible passion
between us is real.
It is. But as you say, the only way to prove it, Isolde, is to be together.
He knows it too. He will try again, she warned.
I know. We need to be ready for him.
She stood and pressed his raven head to her bosom tenderly. Lord,
being separated from you is worst thing I can think of.
If we could just go upstairs I would-
She stroked his hair softly, feeling an almost unbearable pressure
building between her legs. She forced herself to concentrate on the problem
at hand. I think we have to go out, be seen. Like last night.
But you hated everyone looking at you, quizzing you, whispering
behind their fans as we sat in the box trying to face it all out.
I loved being with you. End of story. Anyway, if we go out into the
world, it will show we have nothing to hide.
He shook his head. I have everything to hide.
She took his face in both her hands and gazed into his eyes. No you
dont. Youve paid for your crime all these hellish years youve been so
alone.
But I dont want you to pay! he protested.
We wont. She patted his shoulders, and stepped behind his chair. She
hugged him around the neck and whispered against his cheek, It will be
fine.
I miss you, he whispered, trying to pull her around for a kiss.
I missed you last night. Good morning, love.
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He got his kiss, with interest. Good morning, darling wife.

Come, lets have some breakfast, then get bathed and dressed, and start
our day.
Hopkins came in now with two servants carrying chafing dishes of
scrambled egg, bacon, mushrooms, and a host of other treats.
What do you want to do today, then, my dear? he asked as he helped
her to portions of each dish from the sideboard, and then began to make up a
plate of his own.
Call on Philip and Jasmine, go see my cousin at the clinic, tell them
what happened with Howell sending the authorities, but that all is well.
Philip will have got my note by now, so we need to see if they will receive
us.
Good. We shall go there then.
He set down the two plates, then toyed with the lapels of her dressing
gown, his thumbs delicately brushing her bare breasts nestled between the
velvet.
Randall, she panted.
But he shook his head. You want me, but you still arent sure of me. I
need you to be sure. Now eat your breakfast. He kissed her, and sat down
by her side, marvelling at how lovely she looked fresh out of bed.
She poured them both some hot, strong coffee, and discussed some
shopping they both needed to do.
At the end of the pleasant meal, he led her up the stairs by the hand and
they went to see his mother, who had been disturbed by the detectives, but
had rolled over and gone back to sleep.
Seeing that she had all she needed, they tiptoed out quietly, and Randall
left Isolde at the door to her room.
Ill see you soon, darling.
"Yes, soon. I can't wait to get started on our marriage in earnest."
He stooped to peck her on the brow, and hurried to his own room to get
ready to spend the day with his incredible new wife.
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Chapter Four
Isolde and Randall were ready by eleven, and departed in the coach for
the Marshalls snug townhouse near Lincoln's Inns' Fields.
Philip was working with Alistair Grant the barrister as a clerk when he
wasnt at college studying, and loved his life at the Inns of Court. When they
arrived, Jasmine had just gone out shopping with Pamela Deveril. But Philip
was glad to see them, and seemed to accept readily enough their explanation
of how they had come to be married.
Ive heard some ugly rumors, though, that Howell is not pleased with
the way you slipped through the net. He gave her a small sardonic smile at
this magnificent piece of understatement.
Isolde shrugged. I dont care. We are wed. Im Randalls wife in every
way. Howell has given me nothing. so I owe him nothing. All he wanted was
me as a mistress, not a wife. He broke it off, not me. He has no one to blame
but himself if Im happy with another.
Be careful, dear girl. He can be a formidable enemy when roused. His
sherry brown eyes were deeply troubled.
I know. Randall has told me. Everything.
I see. His tone said it all. Well then, if Randall has told you
everything, and youre happy to be his wife-
I am.
Then we simply have to wish you the best.
She looked him straight in the eye. I know Randalls reputation, but hes
not a bad man. Hes not a rapist or a despoiler of virgins as Howell is. I
know hes made mistakes. I forgive him. Moreover, I trust him.
Randall smiled at his wife. And I love her.
Philip nodded. I could see that the other day. Strange though it seems,
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love at first sight does happen. Does work out. Just ask Jasmine. I hope the
two of you will be happy.
Isolde stood to leave. Will we see you again soon?
He shrugged one shoulder. Were back home tomorrow down to
Somerset. Jasmine will be sorry to have missed you.
As am I. But well be down to set up house at Brimley soon, she said.
His brows rose. Really? I thought He looked at Randall, then away
again swiftly.
Isolde nodded. Really. Trust me. All will be well.
Randall looked at the exchange between the two and told himself he had
no reason to be jealous. They were old friends, nothing more intimate than
that, he was sure. Philips reputation as a rake had been even more
prodigious than his own, and far more warranted. Yet it was said that he and
Jasmine were a most devoted couple.
But his wife seemed completely unaffected by his masculine perfection,
and shook hands with him in a reassuringly business-like manner before
taking his own elbow to leave.
As the strode to the carriage, she saw his bleak expression, and hugged
his arm to her.
He stiffened.
Its all right, Randall. You can hug me.
Their warm embrace soon became very heated indeed, until he lifted
himself from the coach seat and sat across from her. I need to keep out of
temptations way. If you touch me like that again, I wont be able to hold
back.
Im sorry, I dont mean to tease.
You're all the more alluring because you have no idea of the effect the
slightest look from those wonderful eyes has upon me.
And yours. She smiled.
Im glad. I want you to always be sure in your heart how important you
are to me.
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She kissed him warmly then. He let his open mouth slide over hers, her
cheek, her ear, until she was sure she was on fire.
My love, my beautiful Isolde.
Randall-
But the carriage was already at its destination, the ladies clinic at
Bethnal Green, and her moment to lose herself in his love was lost. At least
for the moment. She knew there would be time later.
It was just as well they had to stop. Every time he kissed her, looked at
her, she was covered in confusion. She simply had to keep her wits about
her. She was more and more drawn to him with every second they were
together. She had had all to do during the carriage ride over not to simply
spread her legs and beg him to take her. So much for behaving sensibly and
attending to her pressing affairs.
Whatever was wrong with her, it certainly wasnt Randall driving her to
excess. No, the only person who was betraying her at his point was herself.
Her body was betraying her for longing for Randall so desperately, and her
mind for holding her back from the only thing she wanted, needed to make
her life complete. But she had to be sure.
A quick discussion with her very busy cousin Antony about what
Chauncey was up to, and his reiteration that he was only too pleased she had
wed Randall instead of Howell, were enough to put her mind at ease about
her hasty marriage. Anyone who cared about her wished her well. Antony
and Randall shook hands, and her husband then insisted they go visit
Matthew Dane at his townhouse near Holland Park.
I'm so glad there are no duels to be fought after all, though that Howell
is a rum one, Randall. You dont want to run afoul of him or his friends. A
bunch of vicious gamblers, not to mention their er, excesses, Matthew said
in a whisper, with a look at Isolde. I hear he patronises some fairly seedy
dens. I mean, Im as game for a bit of novelty as the next man, but theyre
beastly.
"Indeed."
A light dawned in his eyes. Speaking of games, so how did your bet go
with Tubby?
Isolde blushed.
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Randall grinned sheepishly. Better than I could ever have hoped. But
Im well and truly leg-shackled now, and am officially taking myself out of
circulation. You can have my share of the Incognitas from now on.
Matthew smiled, showing even white teeth. Isolde couldn't help but stare
at the two handsome dark-haired men. Really, the Rakehells were a most
remarkably good-looking group of friends..
Hah. But since youve been living like a monk these past several
months, I surely hope you can wish me better than that!
Randall nodded. I do, Matt. I wish you the gift of a wife as wonderful as
the one Ive ended up with.
Matthew frowned and shook his head. No such thing. She is a little
beauty, no denying it, and Ive heard all about you and your work from
Philip and Antony. You put me in mind of He shook his head again. No,
never mind. So do tell me how you met and married so quickly. I would
have thought with things as they stood after your fathers death, Randall
Er, yes, thank you, Matthew.
Sorry. Just a bit tipsy, dont you know. Having the most Godawful time
with my current mistress. A regular virago. Damn near shredded me last
night. Actually, damn near futtered me right in front of my family at my
aunts ball.
Then you should never have invited her, and should try to get rid of her.
The more you consort with women like her, the less likely you are to ever
get a decent woman for yourself.
My tastes still run to the indecent, dont you know, he said with a grin.
Randall rolled his eyes. All the same, you know what I mean. And I am
sure your aunt, the redoubtable Lady Pemberton, would agree.
"She would indeed."
"How is she, by the way?"
"Avidly trying to reform me, as usual, and matchmaking better than any
biddy of the Ton."
Isolde and Randall watched his handsome sunny expression suddenly
become as bleak as a winters day.
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"She means well. Wants to see you happy," Isolde ventured to say.
He heaved a huge sigh. Yes, I know. It's just not that simple. He stuck
out his hand to Randall to offer him congratulations, then gave her a kiss on
the cheek.
"Blessings, you two."
"But seriously, Matthew, do take care."
Thanks for the advice. Might just take you up on it. I hear from the rest
of the Rakehells that Somerset is a lovely corner of the world. You still have
that estate down there, dont you?
Er, yes.
Ever think about selling it?
He shook his head. No, not at all. It was Mothers you see.
Matthew waved the topic away airily. Ah. Well, just a thought.
Turning country gent?
His mouth drew downwards as though he had tasted something vile.
Town aint what it used to be, not with my current ladybird hanging on my
sleeve. Might just try to settle in a good district with pleasant company, not
too far from Bath, which has just about all the entertainments of the capital,
with less inconvenience.
Brimley is the place then. Feel free to use the house when youre down.
Any time.
Thank you. I might just do that.
Thank you for being my second. He offered his hand once more.
Dont mention it. Its what friends are for. Dashed waste letting
someone as talented as you get killed, though.
Randall grinned. Thanks, I think.
Isolde suppressed a shudder.
Dont mention it. Well now, off you go. Dont waste a minute of your
honeymoon speaking to a crusty old bachelor like me!
His words were jovial as he waved them off, but she could see the
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bleakness return to Matthews expression, and wished with all her heart that
he could be happy too.
He was evidently pining for someone. Certainly not his mistress. But
someone special.
The vision wouldnt come to her, but she offered up a prayer for Matthew
and his lady love. Then her husband was helping her in the carriage and she
melted into his arms for a soul-stirring kiss, more grateful than she could say
that she had met the man she was destined to love before her own life had
been ruined by Howell.
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Chapter Five
The rest of the day spent with Randall's mother and her own family made
Isolde more certain on a number of points. Her new husband really was the
most remarkably intelligent man, and a superb host to the Clarences, who
were anxious to get to know him better, and most grateful for all his help
with their daughter.
I had no idea that Howell was such a rotter," Mr. Clarence said with a
shake of his head. "I know we are not very worldly people, but I flattered
myself I knew what was best for my daughter. It seems hes left a trail of byblows from Somerset to Surrey. And all over London. Without so much as a
penny to support them, and nothing left behind except doses of the clap.
Everyone blushed beetroot red, but Randall said calmly, I make no
disguise of the fact that I was once a man of the world, but I shall be the best
husband to Isolde. You shall have no call to be ashamed of our association
with your family. So long as you also understand that whilst the eight
children in my charge are none of mine, I have taken it upon myself to
oversee their upbringing, and will not brook any interference on that score.
He shook his head and said gruffly, No, not at all. Wouldnt dream of it.
But nor do I think it wise for Isoldes siblings to come stay with you if they
are ever in the same house.
Isolde bristled. As soon as the Dowager Lady Hazelmere is well, we
shall be in the same house. I will be sorry to not see you in Somerset, sir, but
if that is your attitude, then Im afraid it cannot be helped.
Mr. Clarence gaped like a fish out of water. When he found his tongue,
he asserted, Im sorry too, dear. Youre young, but you must realise that to
flout convention in such a way is to court disaster.
She squared her shoulders. Im not interested in convention if it does
nothing but damage the lives of children who have done nothing wrong. I
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dont believe in punishing them for the sins of their parents.

"As for my own sisters and brother, they may decide for themselves if
they feel polluted by these poor orphans. The same for you, Mother. We
shall of course like to come to Surrey to see you all, but please let us know
now if we are not to be well received, so we shall save ourselves the
journey.
We shall always be glad to see you here in London, or in Surrey, Mr.
Clarence blustered. But not in Somerset, or Berkshire, I believe it is, if that
is how you plan to comprise your household.
His mousy little wife looked sympathetically at Isolde, and opened her
mouth to speak.
But her husband pulled her up out of her chair by one arm, and bustled
her and his youngest daughter Nerissa from the room, with a bellowed,
Come Fanny, it's past your bed time, over his shoulder, which the poor girl
obeyed despite her new status as Stephens wife.
Stephen looked around the room and shrugged. Sorry. Hes a bit of an
old fossil. Hell come around. He kissed his mother and sister, and ran from
the room, eager to be with his new bride.
Rebecca and Susan were too young to understand what they had all be
rowing about, but Rebecca piped up with her own opinion nonetheless. Ill
come see you anywhere, Isolde. Who cares what the old windbag says.
Lady Linley sushed her daughter, but Susan laughed, Windbag,
windbag! He is a windbag!
Come, girls. We can talk about this some other time.
Surely you dont agree with them, Mother? Isolde asked quietly.
For my own part, no, I dont. But I do have these two little ones to
consider. You can always come see us, but Oxnard is a small village. It will
be scandalised enough by what Howell will be reporting back to them. Any
more unconventional deportment on your part, even if your husband is an
earl, could well ruin your sisters chanced in the marriage mart.
That is years off, I hope!
I hope so too. But between that and Father dying intestate, we need to be
careful. I laud your decency and loving nature, and wish you much joy with
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your new family. But please try to understand. She gave a small resigned
lift of her shoulders, and then Randall and Isolde were alone once more.
Darling, Im sorry, but I have to agree with your mother. What you are
proposing is unthinkable.
You wanted a new family. It will either be my own, or ours.
Your own then. We can just leave things as they are and
She shook her head. Sweep them under the carpet, you mean? Im sorry.
I cant be that much of a hypocrite. If you have done nothing wrong, why
make those children suffer?
But I have done wrong. I cant go back to Somerset.
She saw the red and black vision, and shook her head. Youre right, of
course, my dear, she said, and for a moment his wary expression relaxed.
You cant back, because youve never left. Youve been frozen there all
these years. We will get your mother well enough to travel, and then youre
going home.
He shook his head. I refuse to go. And you as my wife will obey me,
he said angrily.
She met his lapis gaze with complete calm. You cant keep me in
London if I do not choose to remain.
Youre not leaving me!
No, youre leaving me. Or was that the plan all along, and this is just an
excuse?
No, damn it, no!" he protested vehemently. "Youre not putting this on
me. If youre the one who has changed your mind
She shook her head and sat back against the sofa cushions with a sigh.
But I havent. I love you and want to be with you. I want you to be happy,
Randall. You arent at the moment, and havent been for a long time. I cant
bring back the dead. I can only restore to you the living. And the joy of
living. Please, for both our sakes, say youll think about it.
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as though it ached
unbearably. But my mother and eight children? And all my duties? It is
more than any sane person can bear.
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Lucky I am mad, then. Mad about you.

He sighed, and kneeling in front of her, hugged her close. I dont want
to argue with you. Its too soon to be making decisions like this.
Perhaps, but its the right thing to do. Tell me you will think about it, at
least.
I am sure, little wife, youre not going to give me the chance to think
about much else.
She stroked his chest. Oh, I dont know. Im sure I can give you a few
more interesting things to contemplate.
Oh no, I am not going to let you wheedle me like that!
She stiffened and stepped up off the couch and out of his embrace. Im
not trying to wheedle, as you call it. Im not a whore. Im just fondling you
because I miss you.
Im sorry!
But she was already out the door and heading for the green and gold
chamber. She sat with his mother for a time, and the Dowager Lady
Hazelmere chatted and ate some soup and was happy to take the soothing
herbal tisane Isolde prepared for her.
Randall could see Isolde was upset, but was the soul of kindness to his
mother, so that he doubted the older woman had a clue as to the turmoil in
her daughter-in-laws breast.
At last his mother lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes. Randall
gave her a kiss goodnight and took his wifes hand. He escorted her to her
door, and began to run his hands up and down her arms.
Her skin scorched, and she stepped back.
I didnt mean--
No, its all right. I cant blame you for the way my body feels when you
touch me.
He stared. If you really want me, darling, whats holding you back?
Lingering confusion, fear, doubts. Im sorry. I dont know the rules to
your games.
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No games. Just a man and a woman in love.

She sighed. I think I love you, really. Just give me a bit more time.
Very well. I wont even beg you for a kiss.
Drat. I was hoping to ask you for one.
Gladly.
He entered the room and took her in his arms. They broke apart shakily a
minute later.
What is that expression about playing with fire? Isolde asked with a
dazed look on her face.
I dont even have to play, darling. One look from you and I burst into
flames.
They both laughed shakily, and Isolde walked him to the door.
Listen, Im sorry about the argument before. What I said. I was a fool. I
will think about all youve said.
Thats all I ask. Even if it is a lot to ask, Randall.
"You have no idea how much."
She stroked his shoulder. "I think I do. But as I've said, you can't move
on unless you go back."
He gave a half smile and sighed. "I certainly married a wise young
woman."
"I'm trying as best I can. I want you to be happy."
"I know." He kissed her hand. "And you're so generous, I know that you
can't be happy if I'm not."
She nodded and smiled. "There, I knew you'd understand."
"I am trying, my dear."
"We're both doing our best, and that's all we can hope for."
He stooped to give her one last kiss, then opened the door. Good night,
love.
Good night, Randall.
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She shut the door behind her, and prayed that he would come around to
her way of thinking soon. She wasn't sure how much longer she was going
to be able to hold herself from him.
Chapter Six
The next day saw the newlyweds paying visits, dining out at a restaurant,
taking a ride in his small open carriage in Rotten Row amid dozens of his
acquaintances, and stopping in at the library.
Isolde felt well and happy, if a bit uneasy about her disagreement with
her whole family and Randall the previous night.
But she was sure he was never going to be happy if he could not find
some way to let go of the past. The aura of dejection around him was
palpable, except when he was with her. He looked at her as though he were
afraid she was a figment of his imagination, as if she would vanish into thin
air the minute his eyes left her.
At one point he reached up to re-tie her bonnet in what he said would be
a more flattering manner.
Well of course he would be an expert, she thought with a sigh. He had
certainly had enough women. He had never even attempted to disguise the
fact. He had said he had never had a single relationship which had involved
commitment. Why on earth was she here with him?
The thrumming between her thighs told her why eloquently. Here was a
man worth having. She had no idea that what she shared with him was
completely unique, but it was not something she could just give up.
Even now, as he pulled her into his arms for a kiss, she could feel how
needy they both were. Surely he could not pretend this. She had never
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looked at any man with such admiration and longing. Surely there had to be
some sort of spark between he and a woman, or he would neverI cant get enough of you. Even when Im inside you, giving you
everything I have, I wanted you. Isolde, oh Isolde, what are you doing to
me? he murmured.
The same as you are to me? she asked softly, and gave him a tender
smile.
His partly veiled lids flew open, and she nodded.
Truly?
Truly.
I cant believe how lucky I am, he said with a sigh.
Were going to make our own luck," she said firmly. "No more living
in the past.
He sighed. Im going to try. But with Mother and
Ill be there for you, I promise. Every step of the way.
In that case, we will get Mother well, and I shall write to the childrens
guardians explaining the change of plans and head to Somerset to make the
preparations. How does six weeks sound?
She grinned at him. Make it eight. I'm not so selfless that I want to forgo
a proper honeymoon. Once my family leave, that is. And your mother is
feeling a bit better.
Where would you like to go? Paris, Brussels...
Brighton will be more than enough.
Very well. But I had rather hoped to show you the world a bit.
She put her arms around him. You have. Its all right here. She
squeezed him hard. Its all I need, once youre happy again.
Im certainly not unhappy, he hastened to reassure her.
I know. But I want your heart to sing like mine does when you hold me
like this.
If you rub me like that again its going to perform the Hallelujah
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Chorus, he teased.
In that case Ill join you. Come upstairs. The honeymoon may have been
interrupted for a short time, but I dont want to spend another night without
you.
Are you sure youre up to it? Physically I mean. We were most
immoderate at first, and I wouldnt hurt you for the world.
She led him to his room and opened the door. Moderate be damned. I
want all the joys you can possible give me, Randall, and I dont want you to
stop until you collapse.
His whole body clenched. God, Isolde, you have no idea what youre
asking.
She stroked down his chest to his groin. All of you. And in exchange,
you can have every inch of me. In and out. All night, every night.
You may wish you never said that, he said in a sultry purr.
Never, she said, freeing him from his trousers and suckling his velvety
tip.
He growled in the back of his throat and staggered over to the bed for a
joyous reunion which left him wondering once more at the miracle which
had gifted him with the most loving and sensual wife he ever could have
imagined.
Isoldes eight weeks were scarcely enough for the newlyweds to enjoy
one another. For the first four weeks, they spent most of their time preparing
for their exodus from London. They never shirked their responsibilities with
his mother, and Isolde also helped him with all of his correspondence and
duties as the Earl of Hazelmere.
But their nights after supper, when they retired to bed early, never
seemed to be enough for either of them. They were in a constant state of
euphoria, and explored the deep wellspring of their passion with tenderness,
enthusiasm, and a great deal of imagination.
A few interesting books she received from her more worldly friends as
wedding presents had them avidly engaged in some fascinating bedtime
reading, and they methodically worked their way through every position
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until Randall complained that if he had know his wife was raised in a
seraglio he never would have married her.
There might well be limits to female passion, but he had yet to discover
them. His, however, were more apparent as he lay drained and yet still
longed for her warm, enveloping softness.
One bright March morning at the end of their first month as newlyweds,
Isolde kissed him awake. He groaned and put one arm over his eyes. I
cant, dearest. Not yet. Im sorry. I really need to sleep.
Silly man. It doesnt have to be all about copulation, you know. Theres
tenderness, affection, too. You can hug and kiss me any time you like. I
wont break.
He pulled her to him for another kiss. Im sorry. I suppose Im just not
used to all of your warm devotion yet. It sparks me off all the time. And I
wish I could touch you without, well
Im not expecting anything from you that you cant give. Now, or ever. I
just wanted to tell you I was getting up to go in the bathroom, so you
wouldnt think something happened to me. And you know what today is?
Yes, love? He opened one eye warily.
Just to remind you were heading down to Somerset.
Randall sat up. Ill finish packing.
She pressed him back on the pillow. You know this wont be easy.
Facing the past, raising the children. Trying to administer everything at such
a distance from London.
Well be a team, you and I. And with you by my side there will be
nothing we cant do. He tried to imbue his tone with confidence, though
inwardly he quailed at the prospect.
Tell me about our new accommodations again?
Ive not been there for years, and of course the master suite was my
parents. But you can have any rooms you like redecorated. My only proviso
is that we never have separate bedrooms. You can have any dcor you like,
but you sleep by my side, no matter what.
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What, even when I am ill, or otherwise indisposed? she asked with shy
surprise.
Even then. I want nothing to separate us. And there is nothing you could
ever do or say to me that would upset me. Not if you tell me the truth.
Not even if I were to say I was with child, or in love with another man?
she ventured to say.
The first would make me happy. The second would probably kill me.
He sighed deeply. But I need you to be happy too. I would hate to see you
ever pining away miserably as my mother has, until she was a shadow of her
former self. I just dont think I could live without you now that Ive found
you.
She cupped his cheeks with both her hands. Dont ever say that. Youll
manage because youre strong. Stronger than you know. And your mother
has been improving every day. We wouldnt be going down to Somerset
otherwise.
Yet I feel as though I havent been alive for the past decade or so. More
like I was in some sort of limbo or purgatory.
Well, I want you to be in Heaven now.
He grinned lazily, nibbling her fingers. If you come back to bed when
you finish with your little chores, I shall be.
Ill be back soon, she promised.
When she returned, they spent a lazy hour in bed kissing and cuddling,
until at last he was fully roused from his slumber and began to stimulate
them both in another way. This time was one of his slow, leisurely pursuits
of pleasure, with deep penetration and the most subtle of movements, while
she tried to move her hips. She beat on his back in frustration with her
flattened palms as he teased her maddeningly.
My, you have quite temper when roused.
I have quite an appetite too. Please, lift your hips so I can move, or Im
going to devour you.
What do you want then?
All of it. Harder. Please.
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Anything to please the lady. All you have to do is ask.

She whispered a few bold suggestions in his ear, and he laughed heartily
and eagerly complied. The pleasure swirled around them as they soared.
At noon she pulled one of his lids open. Sorry, darling, but if were
going to head off today, I need to have a bath and pack.
He sat up immediately. Are you all right?
She stared at him. Fine.
He shook his head. Theres something different about you, though.
She kissed him. Im fine. No secrets between us, remember?
I know theres something different about you.
All right, well, yes, she said shyly. My feminine indisposition has
arrived.
Maybe we shouldnt travel today. Come back to bed and
It will be fine. It hasnt stopped me before, doesnt trouble me the way it
does some women.
Youre early, though. I thought you said you were regular.
She blushed. I am, generally. Anyway, it's nothing to worry about.
Better than being late.
His brows drew downwards. I dont think we should go.
It will be fine, I promise. We can make ourselves comfortable and
drowse in the coach. Besides, it will be about four days altogether, even if
we ride post to get down to Somerset. I wouldnt want to wait another five
or six days to get there.
At his frown, she kissed him on the cheek. Dont look so worried. Ill be
fine.
He was worried, but also disappointed. He had hoped she would beIsolde sensed his feelings. Did she dare say it aloud?
My dear Randall, I would be delighted if I were pregnant. But equally
delighted if Im not. I would never want there to be any questions about the
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legitimacy of any of our children, or your heir, if you want to take the oldfashioned view.
I personally think, as do the Rakehells, that inherited wealth can be very
unfair. I know you feel guilty for being the one to inherit. You were very
lucky. Many are not so fortunate. We wont be like that with our little ones.
And we are on our way to starting our new family already, with the children
in Somerset as soon as we get settled in ourselves. It will happen in time,
Im sure of it. For now, though, please dont be disappointed. It's only been a
few weeks, after all. Lets enjoy whatever each new day brings, without
wishing for more than we have.
He smiled at her. Youre right, Isolde. I was disappointed. I want to
keep you with me. I want a baby, so it will be another tie that binds us.
She gave him a tender pat on the chest. We already have so many, not
least of which is my marriage vow. I never would have promised those oaths
before God if I had not thought I could live up to them.
Not even now that you know what I am? he whispered.
What you did! Not are. And the vows dont say I will plight thee my
troth so long as it suits me and Im not angry with my husband. It says til
death.
I cant tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that. I'm going to do
my best to make you happy, but dont be surprised if I try your patience
from time to time.
Or me yours?
He kissed her. Never.
Well, perhaps once or twice? she said with a grin.
Only when you dont get into bed quickly enough, and when you do that
amazing thing with your mouth.
She grinned. Oh no, youre trying to get me to do it now so we wont
have to go. But we need to leave. The servants are already closing up the
house for the time being.
I hate shirking my Parliamentary duties.
Not shirking. You can handle all the paperwork from home. You can
come up and down for the big votes. I cant wait for you to make your
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maiden speech. Fro now, though, we need to get your mother settled. Shes
been doing nothing but talking about going home to Somerset since she
suggested it.
It was actually her home, you know.
Isolde nodded. Yes, she told me she grew up there, that it was part of
her marriage settlement. That her parents moved down to Dorset to a new
home. So she loves it there. From the way she's described it, Im sure we all
will. I liked Brimley well enough for my family the times I went to see
Jasmine and Philip. Now with you as my husband I shall adore it.
By two they were dressed and ready to make a start. Four days later, an
exhausted trio of travelers descended at Barkston House.
They settled his mother into an airy chamber at the front of the quaint
early seventeenth-century mansion replete with wood panelling, and left her
with a bevy of maids overseeing her unpacking. She was quiet but glowing.
Once they had issued their orders for supper, they fell into the bed in the
master suite, too tired to even disrobe.
Mmm, now this is what I call a bed, she sighed.
Good. Im glad. I like it too.
What is it about inn beds that are so awful?
The hardness, the rushes, the bedbugs Shall I go on?
No. It was bad enough putting up with them. I dont need to be
reminded.
Ill run a bath for us in a minute, he murmured, snuggling against her.
She sat up higher on the pillows and looked around. The room was vast,
with a huge set of windows with seating extending along the width of both
sides of the room. Everything was decorated in navy blue and gold. The
bathroom was lovely, black, white and gold marble with terracotta inlays. It
had a commode, bidet, an adjoining dressing room, and two twin sinks. Best
of all, it had a massive tub.
My parents modernised everything about seven years ago, he told her
as she took it all in.
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It was finer than anything she had ever seen, and she admired the walnut
table and chairs in the center of the room for private dining, the bookshelves
and the desk.
This is to be our own private little haven. No distractions cares or
worries here, just happiness.
Its lovely. I feel sure we will be very happy here.
Are you certain?
Yes. Look at that view.
It will be wonderful to wake up to.
So is this one. She caressed his cheek.
He smiled up at her. She pressed a kiss to his lips and rose to run the
bath.
Then she removed her husbands dusty, travel-strained clothes piece by
piece, starting with his boots.
I could get used to this devotion, he sighed.
Im adore yours. Having you brush my hair is wonderful.
You need your own maid. We kept Mother waiting ages this morning.
Maybe I should cut it.
Dont you dare, ever! he growled.
She smiled happy and quickly reassured him. All right, if you like it so
much.
Like it? I love it. I love everything about you.
The same for me.
He sat up to help her take off his jacket, waistcoat and shirt. I want us to
be happy here. Anything you want, my love, you have only to ask.
All I need is you.
And I come along with the children, my mother, a tortured past
She stroked his shoulders lovingly. Ive always taken the rough with the
smooth. I have more than I ever dreamed with you. Please stop worrying so
much.
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All right. But you will tell me-

Isolde nodded. I will. Now come. Lets get you scrubbed and to bed.
She helped him with his back and though he clung to her fiercely, she
shook her head. Rest now. You still havent caught up on your sleep from
all our nights in London. She helped towel him off and wrapped him in his
dressing gown, then led him to the bed and tucked him in.
Dont be long, Isolde? he asked softly. She could see from the glow in
his eyes that even after weeks of wedlock he couldnt bear to let her out of
his sight for more than an instant.
I wont be. A quick bath and Ill be beside you in a moment.
She was as good as her word, and she snuggled down beside him
wrapped in her warmest dressing gown. He removed it in an instant,
insisting on her bare flesh with no barriers between them.
After a few moments of appreciative fondling of her breasts and belly, he
moved lower in the bed and rested his head in the cradle of her thighs, threw
his arm around her knees, and slept at last.
Only then did Isolde breathe a sigh of relief. She adored his devotion, but
sometimes it worried her. He was so needy. How on earth could she ever be
enough for him?
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Chapter Seven
The question of Randalls overwhelming neediness for her love and
affection was ever at the back of Isoldes mind throughout the following
weeks of their marriage, which they spent joyously in their new home.
Randalls lovemaking was as impassioned as ever. In fact it grew even
more so as they got to know each other ever more intimately. Their passion
became tuned to the finest pitch, so that one stroke of her breast or of his
satin hardness was enough to set them off.
Randall was nervous in the house at first, feeling like an interloper,
haunted by memories of the past. He also seldom went near the stables,
though they were the heart of the property in many respects, with some of
the finest horses in the County being trained there.
Isolde knew there was no point in trying to force him. He would have to
do things in his own time, in his own way.
Randall did manage to ease into the affection and closeness of married
life without continuously thinking that it had to lead to the whole act itself.
He barely let Isolde out of his sight, however, and not finding her in the bed
beside him sent into a panic.
Its all right, Randall, my love. I was just bringing you a cup of tea.
I dreamt you were... he said, looking wild-eyed.
What?
He shook his head. No, the dream is gone now.
She put the cup down on the bedside table, climbed back into the bed and
wrapped herself around him soothingly.
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Darling, I would never dream of complaining. I adore being your

helpmeet in every way. But you have duties and responsibilities, and so do I.
Im just afraid if we spend all our time together youre going to grow bored
with me. Everyone needs some private time to do what they enjoy, even a
busy earl with many commitments. We dont need to be with each other all
the time to prove we love each other.
He sighed. I know. I just get so anxious at the prospect of so many
unseen enemies out there.
So many imagined ones. We know Howell hates us, but as for the rest?
She shrugged. It is all mere supposition. Were fine. No one else could
possibly find fault with our marriage except for a couple of the society
dames you rogered and ran from.
And possibly Clarissas family. They never did forgive me for her
eloping and them never hearing from her again.
Not your fault.
All the same, they wont be pleasant to you. They live over at
Willesdon. Better to err on the side of caution and just avoid them.
Is it? she challenged. Im not so sure. I dont want to live my life in
fear.
He sat up and put his head in his hands. Im sorry. So sorry. I dont
mean to be so obsessive.
Its all right. I know you dont. I doubt you even realize you're doing it.
So please, as a sign that you trust me, can I have a bath behind a closed door
for a change?
He laughed. Ah, but that has nothing to do with trust, and everything to
do with admiring my lovely wife.
All right then, a walk.
A walk? he asked nervously.
Yes, to Brimley and back.
Maybe I should go with you-
You can go by yourself any time. Im going to fetch a few sewing
notions, and you are not to come, she said firmly. Otherwise, no bathtime
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admiring.
He sighed. All right. I give in. But youll go in the morning, and be back
in a hour.
I will.
I cant help worrying you know, not after they tried to separate you from
me in London.
I understand, really, but the authorities never came back. We're married.
Even Howell has to admit defeat in the face of my avowal that I love you
and married you of my own free will.
"In any event, I cant live my life in hiding. We have a wonderful life
here at the House, with all we share, but I cant be everything to you. Weve
sadly neglected the social rounds hereabouts, and I would like your friends
the Rakehells to be my friends too.
They shall adore you, as I do. He kissed her.
Well then, so long as you are not ashamed of me, there are all sorts of
local events and so on we ought to get involved in.
We've had other duties," he pointed out, rolling onto his side to look at
her.
Yes, I know. But things are running so much more smoothly now.
Yes, thanks to you. I cant understand Father at all. What was he
thinking by leaving everything in such disarray? he said in obvious
confusion.
For things had really been in a most disordered state, both here and in
London. Isolde was only now starting to feel confident that she had enough
time to be a mother to the children, who were set to arrive the following day.
She was as ready as she could be, or so she hoped. She knew that once the
children were there, her life with Randall was going to become even more
unpredictable.
She shrugged in answer to his question. As people get older, they lose
their mental acuity, and they also have different priorities. It could explain
why he was accused of fraud, though. He didnt do anything wrong, he just
signed the wrong papers. Was confused.
We'll never know now.
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No, I suppose not, she said, but wondered if it might not be possible to
find out...
In any case, Im sorry for the way Ive been acting. Ive been so
selfish
Not selfish, no. I know youre needy too, as am I. She kissed him
tenderly. I love all the attention Im getting. After years of being fearful of
marriage, viewing it with indifference at best, its just wonderful.
After years in a crowd, being alone with you is marvelous.
I understand. But there has been enough gossip about our hasty
marriage, Im sure, let alone our locking ourselves away in here as though
we have something to hide. No, love, I know were not hiding. Youre
fearful, I see that. So am I at times. But we cant let fear take over our lives.
We need to try to behave like a normal couple. Being in company might help
keep me safe. It will be hard to snatch me out of a crowd if I have a group of
vigilant protectors like the Rakehells on my side.
Oh, Im sure theres no need to trouble them about our little problem,
he said sheepishly.
All right, whatever you say. I promise to be careful whenever I go out,
but you need to let me go, trust me.
I do trust you. Its Howell I dont trust. Still, I suppose there is no harm
in a trip out to the village. And women certainly do need to shop.
She planted a warm kiss upon his cheek which soon set him sparking
anew. Thank you.
I love you, Isolde. I would do anything to keep you safe. And happy.
It was hard for Randall to let Isolde out of his sight for so long that day,
and there were several times when he almost went after her. In the end she
came back safely in an hour with some fabric and buttons.
She entered the study and gave him a warm kiss, and immediately began
on a new waistcoat for him, with the finest embroidery he had ever seen.
Sapphire silk with gold, he observed.
It is. They are your colors.
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Just as pale blue is yours.

You did well today.
It was hard, but Im trying to take what you said to heart.
Its for both our sakes, Randall. There are going to be times when you
might not want me with you.
I cant think of any.
Buying a new suit of clothes?
I dont need any, especially when everything you make is so fine.
Going to a doctor then, or the horse races, out hunting?
I would not keep anything like that secret from you, and would not go if
it excluded you.
She smiled and shook her head. I dont want you to feel trapped either.
I dont. Im right where I want to be, he said, putting his arms around
her and laying his head in her lap. At home with my lovely wife.
She laid her head on her shoulder and tried to convince herself he was
sincere. That he was not just doing all this because he feared his own nature,
or was trying to placate her so that she would not think he had returned to
his rakish ways.
Despite his letting her out occasionally during the day, Randall was still
so nervous of losing Isolde in some manner that they did not go out in the
evenings. She told him he did not have to fear for her safety, but he had
hastily reassured her and said he simply loved being alone with her.
In any event, he did not have too much difficulty in finding her during
the third month of their marriage, for once the children arrived, she was
always in company with them or his mother.
Randall marvelled at her ability to organise their lives into a seamless and
graceful whole. She seemed to thrive even in the midst of chaos as the eight
blonde or red-headed children arrived in their midsts like a comet blazing
across the sky. The entire household now had to rotate around their needs,
but she seemed to balance things so that no one ever felt neglected.
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The children were not always easy to deal with, especially when they
grew fractious and tried to dominate one another. The five boys and three
girls had their own distinctive personalities, and James, the eldest at eight,
was quite bossy, and had an exaggerated view of his own importance which
had to be tempered.
He was one of the three children who had been his friend Williams
children, and while it was true he was legitimate and thus had better
prospects than the other five children, he did not need to rub their noses in it.
His brother Edward and sister Sarah, at seven and six, were much more quiet
and humble, and fit in well.
The baby of the group, Adeline, only three, was easy to love and spoil,
but Isolde warned that they all had to be treated as equally as possible. They
were all made to share a bedchamber each, a boys and a girls room, and all
the toys and clothes were held in common as far as possible. If one needed
something new, they all got something new. If someone broke something,
they had to do chores to pay for it and replace it if it were essential, and most
particularly if it were not their own.
The Gibsons were a kindly middle-aged couple who helped keep the
brood in order, and whilst they had been dubious at first about the abilities of
the new young lady to keep order, and her interest in the children, they were
soon won over by Isoldes kind ways and dedication.
Isolde got to know each child as a person, learned their likes and dislikes,
their hopes and fears. David and Daniel, six and five, were as close as real
brothers, and doted on Kitty, aged five, and Adeline. Adam, the youngest of
the boys at only four, was shy and easy to pick on if no one took his part.
The girls did, but he had been the butt of James negative attentions until
Isolde had intervened with some loving kindness. She paired the children off
for all sorts of different chores and even their lessons, for Adam was such an
adept little scholar that he could even teach Edward sums. His languages
soon became first rate with some help from Randall, and he blossomed.
So too did the timid six-year old Sarah, who had been in the house when
her unfortunate mother had been assaulted by a paying customer in the small
garrett she had used as her place of business. Sarah had been ill with a fever
and put into the corner tied to a chair. As a result of her beating, her mother
had eventually died, but not before she had consigned the children to
Randalls care.
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Sarah had nightmares, and was exceptionally shy around every single one
of the Rakehells, though she took to their wives and their sons and daughters
readily enough.
Under Isoldes steady if gentle influence, Barkston House became the
family home Randall had recalled from his childhood. His pride and love for
his wife soared, and he longed to be worthy of her in every way. Each
waking moment was a new revelation. They sang, performed music, read,
taught, played all sorts of games with the children, and spent time with his
mother, and every day their new family closeness grew.
The days were full, the nights fuller. She worried about Randall pushing
himself too far to be the perfect landlord, earl, husband, father, son.
At the end of their first month together as a complete family, as they lay
collapsed in the bed just holding one another, she said to him softly, You
dont have to be so anxious about everything all the time. Everything will be
fine. Well be happy. It just takes one day after another to build a life. Were
laying the foundations for a beautiful one together.
How can you be so sure? he sighed.
I just have a feeling.
Well, Ill trust your intuition as you call it. It wasnt wrong about me,
now was it?
She smiled up at him, and he curled his huge hard body around hers as
though he would never let her go. No, indeed, Randall. It was perfectly
right. You are and will always be the man of my dreams.
And you the woman of mine.
She finally ventured to ask him a question she had been wondering about
for some time. Randall?
Yes, my love?
How did you lose you virginity?
He shrugged. A high-class Incognita whom I asked to initiate me into
loves mysteries. I wanted to learn from an expert all about pleasure. Oh, it
wasnt just for the sexual titillation, believe me. The truth is that more than
even the physical release, I wanted the emotional one. I wanted to try to find
out how Francis could have been so enthralled by Clarissa that he would
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have betrayed everyone he loved and cared about.

Did you ever find out?
No. It was never so intense until I met you. I kept looking, but... He
shrugged.
And do you know now? she asked softly.
He nodded. Yes, in the sense that Ive never experienced anything so
soul-shattering in my life. But I dont think its the same. I dont think your
love has made me narrow and selfish. Instead its ennobled me. Ive become
a better son, father because of you. Want to be a better husband. A better
man. As good a man as you are a woman.
"For you are, you know. So passionate and loving my heart bursts with
pride to see you. I dont forget my duty and love for my family. You anchor
me to it, remind me all the time of what's at stake if I ever tried to be selfish
or foolish.
Does that mean you feel tied down? she asked worriedly.
No, not tied. Anchored firmly in a swirling sea. Stable, filled with
absolute certainty for the first time in my life. And so lascivious that one
look from your eyes is enough to make me
She kissed him warmly, a full open-mouthed kiss. So all these tricks you
learnt from your instructor? she asked quietly.
He shook his head. No, darling, its all been you. There was never any
fantasy or joy before. It was just a, well, means to an end. Some pleasure.
But now that Ive been with you, I know what that word really means.
Show me.
He gaped. Pardon?
Show me what you like. The touches and so on. I mean, I know some of
it, but your most special, what was it youve called them, erogenous zones?
He grinned from ear to ear. Well, since youve asked so nicely. So long
as you show me more of yours.
Are you sure you havent found them all already? she asked with a shy
sideways glance at him.
Im always willing to hunt up a few more.
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Thank you, dear.

He stroked one finger around the swirl of her outer ear. Not all. It really
is my pleasure.
Our pleasure, she giggled happily.
Yes, most certainly ours. And I hope you wont mind if this lasts for
hours.
Mind? she purred. I would be sorry if it didnt.
Then lie back and enjoy the ride.
Oh no, youre supposed to, with me in the saddle.
Well take in turns then. Well both work our magic together. He took
her hand and place it upon him. Now you know how much I adore that, but
if you justaaaah.
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Chapter Eight
During the fourth month of their marriage, Randall began to relax into his
role as earl more, but there always seemed that much more to do. Parliament
was going to re-open soon, and they had spent hours discussing his maiden
speech.
But that was the least of his worries, for there was always an endless list
of chores and things requiring his personal attention. Isolde suggested that
they needed to organise their time better, set some limits and boundaries so
they did not feel taken over so much by their new duties. They began by
setting aside the two hours before dinner to do something they really
enjoyed themselves.
Eventually Isolde even persuaded him to go on his own little excursions.
She wanted to prove she trusted him, and would be safe without him. She
was certain Howell had not given up on her, that he was lurking in the
background watching her-she had caught sight of him a couple of times in
the district but this far had not had to confront him.
But Randall couldnt possibly spend all his time watching her like a
hawk. He loved her, she was sure, and the children, but there were other
strong loves within him as well that she did not wish to have thwarted.
Isolde searched the attics, and unpacked all of his art supplies which had
been put up there when they had relocated, and never been taken down
since.
Oh no, its pure indulgence, he said with a shake of his head when she
made the suggestion.
But it makes you happy.
Theres so much to do, he protested.
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You cant work all the time, darling.

But Mother, and the children
We have so many servants, and Im here. Painting is part of who you
are. There are all sorts of lovely landscapes you can paint hereabouts. You
dont even have to go far. Just step out onto the lawn and paint what you see.
Youll be in calling distance if we need you for anything.
And what do you get in exchange? You need some time to yourself
too.
Oh, an occasional trip to Bath shopping? I promise to take one of the
Rakehell wives with me.
All right, I agree. So long as you spend obscene amounts of money
indulging yourself.
She flashed him a grin. If you dont mind, I would rather you indulge
me. And you certainly dont need any money for what I have in mind.
So Randall took to going out with his paintbox and easel, and it wasnt
long until the walls of their room began to fill with all of his lovely
creations.
From the lawn to the woods, he then started to range further afield, and to
spend more time at it. Isolde didnt begrudge him, though it meant her
spending more and more time with his mother and going over the estate
business herself, and less time to see him, be alone with him, without shortchanging the children.
But she held her tongue, for she saw a new sparkle in his eye and
quickness in his step which she was sure betokened happiness in their
marriage.
Or at least she wished to be sure. She tried to tell herself her suspicions
were unfounded, but he was also being less demonstrative with her, both in
bed and out, more distracted. Just because he had been a rake once did not
mean
But other things separated them as well. When he was home it appeared
they had a never-ending list of chores, and whilst she adored the children,
they seemed to have less and less privacy, with the usual round of childhood
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illnesses, bumps and scrapes occupying her attention.

She knew it was what motherhood was all about, and the little bruises
and other minor mishaps and small domestic crises could not be factored
into their packed daily schedule.
Randall felt happy with his painting, but at times he wondered if his new
bride were slipping away from him. Every time he returned to the house
from a painting expedition, she seemed more and more frazzled.
He offered to give them up on several occasions and stay home, but she
always waved him away with an almost absent-minded kiss and told him to
enjoy himself. He knew what he would really enjoy...
But then someone would come in and she would spring away from him
in embarrassment and the moment would be lost.
One day he decided enough was enough.
Oh, good, youre home, she said, trying to keep any hint of accusation
out of her voice.
Are you glad to see me? he said with a warm smile.
Always, she said, bestowing a smacking kiss on his lips which was all
too fleeting for his tastes, and then seating herself at the desk. We have to
finish this letter to the Committee on Public Sanitation, and then there are
the stocks and shares to check, and after that theres the
His arms came up around her, his hands on her breasts causing her to
jump. Randall, its broad daylight, and someone might come in, she
gasped.
Let them. I need you, Isolde. Need you now. So badly I can taste it.
Taste you. I want to He began whispering in her ear as he held her in
place in the chair, until she wiggled and squirmed at the urgent passion of
his words.
Oh, Randall, yes, please, she breathed, shocked and thrilled at his
ardour.
Which? he murmured huskily.
All of it. Any fantasy you like so long as youre inside me.
He pulled her from the chair and turned her to face him in one fluid
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movement. His mouth covered hers in an instant, seeking, insistent. Any

further protest she might have made about the time or place died on his lips
as his tongue penetrated her in one long, sultry stroke which left her in no
doubt of what was about to happen next.
Mmm, upstairs, bed, please? she gasped, his hands already unfastening
her gown.
He swung her up into his arms and took the stairs two at a time, and then
shoved the door shut with one foot and she locked it.
Im sorry, love. We have all the time in the world, but for this instant
Im absolutely bursting with need for you.
Her drawers fell about her ankles and he entered her a second later. Her
head fell back against the door hard, and he sucked in a little breath and
cradled her skull in his huge hand, rubbing the soreness away even as he
rubbed her to climax below.
The combination of tenderness and raw male passion turned her bones to
liquid and she hung on tightly to his shoulders and bent her knees to deepen
his pulsing rhythm.
Isolde, my love.
Randall, please.
He lifted her by her buttocks, strode over to the bed, and laid her down at
the edge. Angling her body, he rubbed her silken flesh until her hips arched
upwards. Then he grasped her by the waist with his huge hands and pulled
and thrust relentlessly until all the stars were falling embers which rained
down over them, living her insensate with fulfillment yet eager for more.
Panting, he withdrew from her and lifted her until she was comfortable
against the pillows, and he began to undress her tenderly, like a small child,
smoothing the tousled hair back from her flushed face.
There, there, poor baby. You look all feverish. Nothing a little time in
bed wouldnt cure, my pet.
Yes, bed would be just the thing, she agreed meekly, wondering at the
mischievous light in his eyes. But only if you have nothing else to do.
He put one finger to her lips. Nothing more important than looking after
my darling girl. Catering to your every need.
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His sultry emphasis on the last two words was enhanced by his hands
trailing down her now bare flesh. The tips of his fingers whispered over her
nipples, circling her distended aureoles until finally he touched the delicate
peaks, wringing a ripple of pure pleasure from deep within her.
His hand moved in a leisurely manner all over her ribs and waist, the dips
and hollows of her hips, and he did a gradual strip for her, stopping every so
often to remove another item of clothing from his magnificent body, making
her throat almost raw with desire as she looked at his beauty and grace.
Once he was bare, he said, But youre still looking rather flushed my
dear. Well simply have to examine you.
Oh Lord, she thought, her nerve endings already aquiver. She was certain
no part of the front of the body remained unexamined by his hands and
mouth, and he told her how lovely she was, how much he worshipped her,
until she wanted to believe him with all her heart. That he really did love
her, and wanted no other. That they could be happy together.
If they had lost the wonderful spontaneity of their life in London now
that they had a huge welter of duties and responsibilities, perhaps they could
get it back or even improve upon it, if only she could trust him?
He had by now reached her auburn mound, and he spread her legs wide
and brushed her lightly, causing her to gasp in eager anticipation. She was
about to reach for him when his words stilled her.
Whats this? It looks like youve been swived, he said sternly, dipping
his fingers into her deeply until she let out a little moan. Who have you
been futtering, you naughty girl? Tell me what he did to you?
Oh, please, it wasnt my fault, she said, giving her voice a breathless
innocent quality. I didnt want to. I was minding my own business walking
down the street when this mysterious man came up to me and told me he
wanted to speak to me. He led me to a private room and well, put his hands
on me.
How? Show me. Put your hands on yourself.
She did as he asked, shivering with pleasure.
And did you like it? he demanded, still exploring her flesh below,
curling one long hard finger inside her.
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It was scary and wonderful.

And do you like touching yourself now?
She licked her suddenly dry lips. I would rather have you touching me.
His finger glided out, and he trailed it wetly upwards to her navel. Show
me. Show me how you want it.
She grasped the backs of his hands and shimmered them over her aching
nipples until they were so swollen and full she tingled right down to her
knees.
But what about this? he asked after a time, returning his hand to the
now engorged area below her waist.
Yes, he touched me there too. And then he opened his trousers. Id
never seen anything like it. It grew larger the closer it approached and he
made me, well, touch it. Kiss it.
Show me.
She was thrilled to comply, and leaned over with the most arousing
eagerness, caressing him boldly before taking him into her mouth so
smoothly that he wasnt sure could play his game to the end.
Every nerve in his body was aquiver with anticipation, and he could feel
the most unbearable pressure gathering within his belly. He reached down
her back to tease her sex with two fingers, until she was vibrating with
delight.
And did you like it? he asked in a hoarse whisper.
It was no lie she told. It got me so excited I could feel myself getting all
hot and moist inside. And then well, then he took me.
How?
Her imagination dredged up a sensible reply, one which held all sorts of
sensual possibilities she could only begin to hope for. Not once. Many
times, many different ways.
Show me.
She quailed in the face of his torrid gaze. All they had shared thus far had
been wonderful, but a rake like her husband knew things... Things she both
desired, and feared to have, to discover. Oh, Randall, I cant bear
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He moved her over onto her back once more, placed his hand over hers
and put it on her own tender flesh for a moment. Were you all moist like
this?
Mmm, yes, she purred.
And did he kiss you down there?
He said he wanted to, that it would be wonderful. But we had no time,
that he needed me and had to have me then and there, hard and hot.
And you were ready for him? he asked in a harsh tone. Ready to
submit to his every whim? He moved his head down to taunt her lightly
with his clever tongue.
She spread her legs wordlessly in submission.
Were you ready to be taken hard and hot?
Her nipples were so erect they were almost painful. The electricity jolting
through her had her welling over with opalescent dew which gushed out of
her so powerfully she was trembling. She could hardly believe her own body
could respond so.
Were you ready?
Well, he was teasing me, so I couldnt help myself. I wanted it. Every
huge throbbing inch of him.
How did he take you? he asked, his hands now roving all over her
boldly, but putting her hands back on her breast and between her legs if she
ever moved them away.
Oh, please, she gasped, the core of her aching for his powerful stroke.
How?
Randall, please!
Tell me what he did to you. What you want and need. What your
ultimate fantasy is.
But Randall
Tell me, he commanded.
He moved her hands again, setting up a more driving rhythm with her
two fingers while he moved her other hand down to her distended whorl.
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He moved his huge velvety tip enticingly toward her entrance, brushing
her lightly. She jolted and shuddered, his desire a red hot brand of
possession. Only he could complete her.
Isolde moved her hips downward but he held her at bay.
Tell me what you want, darling. Im all yours. Every throbbing,
pulsating inch of me. Youre all mine and there's nothing more exciting in
the world than watching you aroused. Trust me. Tell me what you want.
His hands on her breasts and stomach were inflaming her to the point
where she could scarcely breathe.
Randall, please!
Tell me, or Im going to punish you for letting that other man do those
naughty things to you, he said, resuming his more stern voice. Ill go away
and
Isolde had reached her breaking point. When Randall removed his hands
as if to leave her, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him on top of
her with a crash.
He grew alarmed that he had pushed her so far. Easy, love, youre going
to crack your ribs.
But she did not even feel the pain, so intent was she on guiding his shaft
into her aching sheath. Her tightness was augmented by her questing inner
muscles. They rippled so violently he gasped in surprise and could feel his
essence being wrung from him in great shuddering bursts.
Now it was his turn to beg for release, for Isolde pushed him off her as
suddenly as she had lunged at him, leaving him aching to finish. Flattening
him on his back, she rammed herself down until they both gasped and sat
astride him facing his feet.
After a few strokes which sent her soaring to the very brink he turned the
tables on her himself, shoving her forward by the shoulder as he clung onto
her waist. Both kneeling with her sitting on his thighs, he drove up into her
maddeningly. One hand teased each nipple in turn, while the other stroked
every moist crevice and peak as if he had memorised her most sensitive
parts.
Finally Isolde ended upon her knees clutching the bed post as Randall
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pulsed into her fiercely, sure they had fused into a single being with only one
desire, to always be whole like this. She reached around to caress his tightly
gathered orbs and pressed the small indentation behind them until he roared
with ecstasy and at last lay still.
When his great heaving sobs of breath began to subside they were
replaced by deep and long laughter. My Lord. I never believed such
pleasure existed. I dont know how you manage, darling. Every time were
like this you succeed in getting the better of me. Youre the most bewitching
combination of innocence and experience.
Your friend there drives me onwards. Its certainly is one of your best
parts, she purred. Though I adore your eyes and hands too. Well, I love all
of you, really, she confessed with a happy wriggle of her bottom which set
off a few more interesting sparks.
But knowing he had to be tired, she gently disengaged them and crawled
around the bed until she was snuggled against him drowsily.
That wasnt quite what I meant, love, but thank you for the compliment.
Thank you for the games and the loving. For making me feel so special,
treasured, she said, giving him a warm kiss which he melted into for a
moment.
You do it to me. Its the least I can do.
But youre so busy and
His gaze upon her lovely face burned with the most frightening intensity.
Never too busy for my wife, do you understand? I appreciate everything
youve done to help me, to build a new family, but nothing is more
important than you except possibly for Mother. His lapis eyes glowed.
When Randall looked at her like that Isolde could almost believe him.
Almost, but not quite
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Chapter Nine
The newlyweds had enough problems finding time for one another during
their busy and progressively longer days. Isolde discovered the other
problem with a growing family was how fast they actually did grow.
This is the third time Ive been to Bath in a week, Isolde complained to
Arabella Sanderson a couple of days later as they descended from their
coach in Cheap Street.
The gorgeous brunette rolled her eyes in sympathy. You dont need to
tell me. Like weeds, they are. Let's go. I have heaps to buy. She tugged at
her arm in a most surprising manner.
Arabella was all smiles, but Isolde could again see that odd wariness that
occasionally crept in to her relations with the Rakehells and their wives. She
took her arm and led her into the dressmakers and immediately began to
exclaim over some rather indifferent fabrics.
Suddenly suspicious, Isolde peered out the window of the shop just in
time to see a tall, dark man in a dark frock coat leading on his arm the most
exquisite raven-haired beauty she had ever seen. From the way the woman
held his arm and smiled up at him, it was evident they were intimate. Very
intimate indeed, as she lifted her lips for a kiss, and received what could
only be described as a most loving one from her handsome companion.
Isoldes breath wheezed out of her, and she could feel her heart
hammering in her chest. Dear God. All this time when he had said he was
painting....
Ive decided this fabric is not quite the thing. Appearances can be
deceiving, after all, Arabella said with a long look at the frozen Isolde.
When Isolde finally tried to meet her gaze, the moment was already gone.
She took a deep steadying breath, and went into motion now like an
automaton, buying shirting and some good strong wool flannel for the boys
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trousers, while all the time she just wanted to howl at her sense of betrayal.
What was she to do? Only a few months married, trapped in Randall's
house with his family, everyone relying and counting on her...
And there he was out swiving that black-haired trollop. Their posture and
mannerisms indicated a long acquaintance. Was it someone he had brought
down from London? Someone he had chanced to meet again after many
years?
Her head swam, and even a cup of tea which Arabella insisted she take
before they returned home was not enough to restore her equanimity.
But she had sworn she was not going to be a jealous fishwife, never have
the children see a scene of domestic riot and resentment such as some of
them had witnessed.
And the truth was, she admitted to herself as they headed back to
Barkston House in the carriage, she was just too much of a coward. To
challenge her husband, bring his affair all out in the open, was to leave
herself vulnerable to the possibility that Randall would tell her he loved the
other woman. That he was leaving her.
And that would never do. No, as painful as this betrayal was, it was better
to just let the affair run its course than to lose him completely. If he was not
always as demonstrative as he had once been, they still enjoyed each other
regularly and thrillingly. He was still in her bed every night. If she had to
give him up for two hours during the day to keep him for the other twentytwo, then so be it.
My dear, you look ever so pale. All is not what you imagine, Arabella
said gently.
I imagine nothing. Everything is fine, she said with a tight smile.
Arabella patted her hands. Yes dear, it will be. You just have to trust in
the gods that it shall be so.
Gods?
Ive been studying the history of the area we live in. There are many
sites around here sacred to the ancient Celtic pagan religion. There were
many altars in this part of the world, and sacred groves and forests. Have
you ever seen the old monastery over by us, in Millcote Forest? It was once
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the seat of some very powerful druids.

Druids? she asked with a frown, interested despite herself. Anything to
take her mind off her sham of a marriage.
Aye, pagan priests. Like many things from the old religion, the site was
taken over, Christianised. They built with some of the stones, incorporated
others, took over the sacred site for their own house of worship. It is what
they would have said is part of a great chain of being. A continuity of life
and energy, power. The Celts uses the spiral and the labyrinth to symbolise
this, and the mystery of life. The journey through it. You should go see it
some time. Perhaps Randall would like to paint it and the forest.
Isolde looked at her friend in surprise. Ive heard the forest is an evil,
nasty place.
Arabella nodded and sighed. It was for a time. A group of highwaymen
operated nearby, acted most barbarously. Youve met Martin, Blakes
cousin, of course. He was nearly killed there, his wife raped and murdered.
He was almost destroyed by the experience. But he's happily married to
Eswara now. She would say that he had been trapped in the forest, couldn't
move on from his past. That he was there for a long time, doomed to revisit
it over and over until at last he broke the cycle.
Isolde started, thinking of the vision of Randall and the stables she had
had when shed first met him. Perhaps that was why he had gone back to his
raking?
And could you, forgive the odd question, could you see it? Sense it?
Arabella nodded. Its an odd gift. I suppose some would call it the
second sight. It comes and goes. Ive had it on and off ever since I met
Blake, when he saved my life after a coaching accident on the road to
London. He would say he isnt the least bit superstitious. But lets just say
weve witnessed enough miracles, both great and small, to convince us both
that there is more to life than the rational mind can grasp.
Miracles? she echoed.
Mm. For example, one of my friends wives came from that monastery.
She was living there, hiding from her abusive family. Once she came into
the light, her life was radiant and she filled the man she loved with her joy.
Just as you fill your husbands life with joy. Her husband was wounded in
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both mind and body after the war, but she and her children were all able to
heal through the gift of love."
At Isolde's dubious look, Arabella nodded. "Love does heal, push back
the darkness. You just need to have faith, in yourself above all. Your love
has healed those children, and youve done wonders for Randalls mother.
Everyone says so.
Isolde sighed. Its very kind of you to try to make me feel better but I
know Randall
Arabella took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. There is no
stronger bond than husband and wife, parent and child, brother to brother.
You and Randall will both find what youre looking for. You just have to
keep your mind open, trust each other, and trust to fate.
Isolde bit her lip uncertainly. I was raised a good Christian. I dont think
your druid ways will
You are Irish, are you not? You have a gift as well. If not sent by the
Christian god, then who? And are not all gods a manifestation of the divine,
whatever label you wish to put on them? Father, Son, Holy Spirit? The
Celtic manifestations of the goddess, virgin, mother, crone? If you speak to
Eswara, she will tell you Shiva, Vishnu and Brahma.
Isolde stared at her for a moment. And do you believe in Heaven and
Hell?
Arabella nodded. The Christian part of me does, but the pagan part of
me believes we create our own Hell, and that there is no physical place as an
afterlife. Instead, we believe in reincarnation."
"Reincarnation?" Isolde said blankly.
"Reliving our lives over and over again. That the spirit never dies. In our
beliefs, the rainbow is a symbol of perfect love. It's also a bridge between
this world and the heavens, with the heavens defined as a sort of mystical
oneness of the spirit with all living beings. And that state is a state of bliss.
Complete joy and love.
Isolde considered her words for a moment. I suppose no matter what
religion we adhere to, were all just searching for perfect peace and bliss. I
would like to think I can have it in the afterlife, but its not so bad trying to
achieve it here on earth, is it?
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It is as good a goal as any, she agreed quietly.

Thank you, Arabella.
If you have any other doubts, please come speak with me.
You know what I doubt, Isolde said quietly.
Every woman does if she doubts herself. If she trusts in herself, her
love, there are no doubts, only joy, she said, stroking the back of her arm.
I doubted Blake for one instant, and it nearly cost me everything. Ill
never do it again. Randall loves you. Things are not always what they
appear.
Then who was that
Arabella shook her head. No one you need ever fear.
How can you be so sure!
I cant tell you any more than that.
Cant, or wont, Isolde said angrily.
Both, Arabella admitted. But not because Ive promised Randall, if
thats what youre thinking. You are of course free to seek your own
answers, but before you go accusing your husband, try to be a bit more sure
of your facts.
Isolde folded her arms across her chest and steamed. I know what I
saw.
Eswara would say that all of this world is illusion. I would say
sometimes we see what we expect to see. Or want to see.
Want? Isolde gasped. I never want
Expect then. But Philip Marshall was also a rake, and look what a good
husband he is to Jasmine. He has never said or done anything to make you
mistrust him as a man, has he?
No, never! Isolde said stoutly.
Yet Randall has to trust you with him.
Isolde bristled indignantly. Yes, but Randall knows he never has any
reason to doubt
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Neither do you," Arabella said with a shake of her head. "Not unless you
are one hundred percent sure of what you think you saw. And even then, you
have to tell yourself that to confront him might be the height of folly. You
might lose more than you ever gain by confronting him.
Isolde sighed raggedly and leaned her head back on the seat. She must
have nodded off from the emotional strain, for when she next opened her
eyes they were pulling up the drive to Barkston House.
Were here. Go in and see Randall, tell him how much you adore him.
Few men can ever resist that.
Isolde waved as she watched the Sandersons' carriage pull away, and then
went into the house to face her husband.
Randall greeted her warmly and she stared up at him, tracing his sensual
lips with her finger.
What is it, whats the matter? he asked when she continued to stare.
Nothing, really. Im just so glad to see you're home.
Where else would I be?"
"Where indeed. Er, out painting."
"Nay, too much to do today, with all the rents coming in. I say, my love,
are you sure youre all right? You look a bit pale, darling. Please, come up to
our room. You can have supper on a tray and
No, supper. I couldnt manage a bite. She was stiff in his arms for a
moment, then relaxed against his chest. Twenty-two hours, twenty-two
Isolde gave Randall one of her most sultry smiles, guaranteed to make
him melt. Not a bite of food, anyway.
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Chapter Ten
Randall had no idea what had triggered off Isoldes unbridled response,
but he began to grow fearful that he had caused this, that she was getting
restive. That he wasnt enough for her. That he had corrupted her despite his
best efforts to give up his rakish mind set.
He tried to distance himself from her, not constantly be like a wild boar
in rut, and spent more time alone with his painting.
He had found the most remarkable sites not far from Millcote Forest,
with the most breathtaking decorated stones. He mentioned them to Isolde,
and she was reminded uneasily of her conversation with Arabella in Bath.
Twenty-two hours, he's mine for twenty-two
Sure she was becoming restless with their burdensome marriage and was
seeking more worldly excitement, Randall determined to make her go out to
socialise more, and began to take her around to all the events in the district.
Unfortunately, it also meant that Howell and she encountered each other,
and whilst he never said a word to her, he was a grim presence in the
background that she could have done without.
Randall grew uneasy when he discovered he had actually prevailed upon
Clarissas parents for accommodation in the area, but there was little he
could do against what he suspected was an unholy alliance against him.
Howell had done nothing, her parents were elderly. He just had to grin
and bear it.
At the end of June, Randall insisted Isolde attend the monthly County
ball at the Assembly Hall. She was not keen to go, for she found the
attentions of the men unwelcome, and the way that women looked at Randall
bordered on the lewd.
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She kept an eye out for any petite raven-haired beauties, but apart from
the Rakehell wives, there were none. She was sure it could not possibly have
been any of them. The woman had been a complete stranger to her. She had
returned a couple of times to Bath to try to see them again, but thus far she
had met with no success. Nor had she gained any certainty about what
Randall was up to one way or the other. He brought home his paintings
proudly. Well, he had said he would just futter and fly...
She pushed that thought to one side as she dressed with care in a fine
white muslin embroidered with tiny purple and gold flowers, with long
purple gloves and gold garters to hold them up.
She noted that none of the gowns Randall had selected for her were very
decollete. She was surprised considering how lusty he was, but it suited her
fine. She did not want anyone to ogle her charms but him, and sometimes
less was more. She added a fine purple lace insert which complemented the
purple embroidery around the neckline, ensuring that not a speck of cleavage
would show.
You look lovely, my dear, he said, his eyes resting warmly upon her
voluptuous figure for a moment with evident approval and relief.
I just need to put a stitch in each side to hold the lace in place, and then
we can be off.
He said quietly, You dont have to, you know. Just to make me feel
better.
She shook her head. I know. It makes me feel better. The only people I
want seeing my amplitudes as you call them are my husband, and my infants
when I nurse them.
He kissed her hard, almost overcome by the erotic image of her with a
babe at her breast. That was the only thing he could think of that would
make her even more beautiful to him that she was already. When he
whispered this thought in her ear, she too began to feel the tempo of her
breathing change.
Still not yet, darling, but one day soon, I promise, she said, kissing him
warmly, her mouth open to receive his tongue.
He pulled away first. Finish with the dress, and then we have to go,
before were late. But hold that thought for when we get back.
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Ill hold a few other things for you in the carriage of you like, she said
with a impish smile.
He cupped her on the rump then, which set them both to giggling. Im
really beginning to wonder which one of us was the rake around her. You
seem to have an infinite capacity for loving, not to mention an uncanny
ability to shock me at times with your boldness.
You used the right word. Its loving, Randall. All of it. From watching
you shave in the morning to hearing you read at night with your head in my
lap. Its the sharing, day after day, night after night, all the little things, and
big. That horse in the field today, a cup of tea in bed every morning.
I never knew. Never even suspected.
Neither did I. Nor do a lot of people, I suppose. If they did, they would
never marry for wealth or power.
She finished stitching the lace insert into the bosom of her gown. She was
about to put on her gloves when he held out his hand and took them from
her. She raised her brows in surprise.
You did promise to hold a few things for me in the carriage, now didnt
you? He grinned.
She blushed and giggled. I did indeed.
Well, lets try it with the gloves off first, shall we? And then see how we
go from there.
Randall and Isolde very nearly did not get out at the Assembly Hall, and
appeared late and flustered, her lace insert askew, and her gloves tumbling
down her elbows.
Here, let me help you, Arabella said, casting a knowing look at the tall
dark husband of her friend. Are you well?
Yes, fine, thank you.
You and Randall look happy.
Yes, yes we are, she said firmly.
Good, Im glad. I understand hes been painting out in the forest every
day. Perhaps you can go visit him there some time. Ride out, share a picnic
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with him, perhaps? I know it's hard with the children around, but you should
never miss an opportunity to keep the romance alive in your marriage.
Are you saying what hes doing is my fault? she hissed.
Forgive me, Isolde, but I wasnt aware Randall was doing anything
other than painting. But if he's spending more time away from you, perhaps
its because he feels that you dont value him as much as you should.
Isolde could feel the tears welling up. Arabella, please, this is driving
me mad. I need to know.
The other woman sighed, looked around, then said in a low voice, Go to
Bath any Thursday then. If you really want to seek answers. But once you
do, there will be no turning back for any of you.
Ripping the veil off the illusion? Isolde said with a shake of her head.
Arabella nodded and sighed. Yes. Im not saying its a bad thing. I
believe it will actually be an excellent one in the long term for everyone
concerned. But everything has consequences. And Randall cant be strong
without your faith and love.
Ill try to remember that. But he has to trust me too. Trust me enough to
tell me the truth.
Sometimes he can be confused too, jealous. Scared of the love between
you. It happens with men. Blake was terrified of our love at first. Once he
learned to trust it, though, there was no stopping him.
Thank you for your help, Arabella. I really do appreciate it.
Dont mention it. I hope I'm helping all of you, though good intentions
can sometimes backfire with the most shocking consequences."
"Consequences?" she echoed, biting her lower lip.
"Not for you, I don't think, but certainly your life and Randall's will
change if you take this step."
Isolde considered this for a moment, then said, "I have to know. I feel
like I've been frozen ever since I saw, well, what I saw. I need to be able to
move on one way or the other."
Arabella patted her shoulder. "You and Randall shall, I swear it. Now
come, lets join our friends, and dance until we cant stand up.
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Isolde entered the assembly hall and immediately saw many familiar
faces. She also saw the blatant manner in which many of the women ogled
her husband. Georgina Jerome practically left a puddle where she was
sitting.
If Isolde had not been so preoccupied with the women, she might have
noticed what Randall most certainly did, that every man in the room was
staring at her. Some with lust, others with curiosity, still others with
friendship, he tried to remind himself, as the Rakehells came up to shake
hands with them both.
All the Rakehells together again, Jonathan said with a grin.
Isolde could not help but grimace at the nickname, since it was too close
to the truth in Randalls case.
Oh, er, sorry. My big mouth. Lets quickly change the subject to that
letter in the Times about the need for public sanitation and a fever hospital
here in Brimley. Why, Blake thinks we could save so many lives if we
only...
Jonathan led Randall away before she even got a chance to dance with
him. A sea of men pressed forward to present themselves, but Philip, sensing
trouble, offered his arm gallantly. She thanked him and joined the Duke of
Ellesmeres set for the quadrille at the top of the hall.
Randall gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on what Jonathan was
saying. He scarcely noticed the women all thronging the wall nearby in the
hopes of catching his eye. He did not see anyone he knew except his friends
wives, but even if he had, the only woman he wanted to dance with was
taken.
Charlotte shook her head. He has got it bad, hasnt he?
As bad as she does, Vanessa Stone observed as she saw Isolde staring
across the room at the flock of women all trying to bill and coo with
Randall.
Trust is a hard thing in a marriage.
Dont we both know it. In his case, though, he has no reason to mistrust
her.
I think he's just so desperately in love with Isolde, he cant help it.
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Well, give her her due, Charlotte. She is lovely. Such remarkable eyes
and hair.
Not unlike yours, my dear."
"Except the swains steered clear of me because I was thought mad."
"No, just a bluestocking."
Vanessa grinned. "Some men would say that was the same thing."
Charlotte giggled. "Well, they certainly aren't steering clear of her,
more's the pity."
"I suspect she's being considered fair game whether she likes it or not."
"Aye, not least because some young or old buck is going to view her as a
challenge, and she seems so innocent and untouched, its like a spur to their
lusts.
Vanessa shook her own auburn locks. Isolde is with Philip and Thomas,
two most decent men, if I may say so about your husband. What can
possibly happen to her?
What indeed, Charlotte said with rising horror as she saw two of the
most fearsome rattles in the district making a beeline for the lovely auburnhaired woman.
Her wedding ring was enough to deter one of them, but Tobias Parke was
not known for his faint heart. He actually presumed to try to cut in, to the
point where the only way to not cause a scene was for Isolde to agree to
dance with him, leaving Philip standing nearby.
Howell moved at the edge of the crowd, observing both Randall and
especially Isolde. Life with the Earl of Hazelmere certainly seemed to agree
with the little whore. But then, Randall was such a rake, she was probably
expanding her education in all sorts of delicious ways.
He had been biding his time, waiting for her to eventually see she had
made a mistake. He couldnt believe for a minute that Randall was being
faithful to her. And even if he were, there would be plenty of women who
would like to make sure he was not for long. They were swarming around
him like beetles a mound of dung, and he gritted his teeth. If he had had a
title, ready cash, he would have had his pick of all these women. Not now,
but soon.
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He stared at Isolde, wondering if the little tart was breeding yet. It had
been this fear that had provoked him to muster his resources and put his plan
into operation. It would be bound to happen sooner or later, even if Randall
was twiddling his knob with half the County.
A legitimate child of their union would be one inconvenience he would
have to be certain was removed, though he had heard that breeding women
often had the most extreme tastes.
Well, if not abortion, then a pillow over the face when the time was right
would suit him fine. No son of Randalls was ever going to inherit the
Hazelmere title. It would all be his. Starting tonight.
He nodded to his friend Jarvis, an innocent looking young man with a
large carbuncle on his neck who was the most debauched of the set with
whom Howell gambled.
Jarvis bided his time at the ball until the crush was large enough to
conceal his approach. Its Isolde Drake, isnt it?
Thats right. Avenel now.
We met at Lady Pembertons last year, if you would be so kind as to
recall.
Oh yes, of course. Mr. Jarvis, isnt it?
Yes, indeed. How kind of you to remember.
She peered at the awkward-looking young man, and reflected that time
had not improve his looks or social graces. He wore thick spectacles, and
was covered in the most inflamed pustules. Still, he was part of the
Pemberton set, and as such not to be despised.
Would you care to dance?
Oh, no, um
Please, this one, or the next if you are already engaged.
Its just that its so crowded, I cant see my husband. She looked for
him desperately, but soon caught a glimpse of Randall speaking to the
voluptuous Georgina Jerome in an animated fashion.
Very well then. I can see he is busy. Thank you for the offer, she said,
inwardly seething as she stepped onto the floor.
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No, really, I have to find my wife for this next dance, Randall said
urgently, trying to disengage himself from the flirtatious young miss.
She put a hand on his chest, and Isolde saw this and missed a step in the
dance, landing right on her partners foot.
Oh Lord, I am so sorry.
Jarvis pretended to be more injured than he really was, the better to get
her off the dance floor and outside the safety of the Assembly Hall.
Fortunately, Charlotte and Vanessa had been keeping an eye on her, and
now her self-appointed guardians signalled to the Duke. Arabella saw their
alarm, and dropped her partners hand right in the middle of the set and fled.
They all followed Isolde as fast as they could get through the crowd.
Randall had seen his wife leaving with another man, and now tore
through the crush in a furious rage. How could she!
The young man pounced on Isolde as soon as she got out the door. She
began to struggle as he attempted to drag her into a waiting gig at the side
entrance to the Assembly Hall.
Help! Help! The last word was muffled as he clamped his hand over
her mouth and nose and continued to drag her forward.
Philip Marshall, just coming out to smoke a cheroot with Clifford Stone,
stared in amazement, and they ran down the steps quickly.
You there! Unhand that woman! Philip bellowed, moving with
surprising speed for some so large.
Ill grab the horses, Clifford said, running in the direction of the
carriage.
Jarvis, realising he was severely outnumbered, tried to scurry into the
undergrowth, but Philip was too fast for him. He shoved Isolde into his arms
and fled. Isolde, half-faint from lack of air, flailed her arms as she began to
tumble.
Philip tried to stop her headlong fall, but her fist caught the edge of his
groin. He groaned and grabbed her wrist and then rolled to the ground in an
attempt to break her fall as she continued to struggle for balance.
Thus when Randall came up from the front entrance, he saw his wife and
Philip on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs, her shoulders and hand
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below his waist.

Philip! You bastard!
Randall began to drag both of them up off the ground, Philip by his
neckcloth, Isolde by the sleeve of her gown. It shredded in his hand, so that
her left breast nearly spilled right out of it in front of all her friends.
Perfect. Advertising your wares now. Any other takers? Thomas?
Clifford?
Stop it! She didnt do anything wrong. Philip didnt touch her!
Charlotte shouted. Some other man dragged her out of the hall. Philip
stopped him before it was too late, and he ran.
What are all of you doing out here, eh? Randall sneered as Arabella
came charging up as well. Having an orgy in the shrubbery?
Vanessa grabbed his shoulders. Thats enough. Stop this right now,
Randall, before you make an even bigger fool of yourself than you already
have. Does she look like shes in any condition for a romantic tryst? Do you
think any of us are so dishonorable and debauched? Were your friends, for
pitys sake!
Isolde groaned and turned on her side to vomit weakly. Arabella held her
head and shoulders as Isolde heaved. When the retching subsided, she burst
into tears.
That man. Why was he trying to abduct me? She looked desperately
from one grim face to the next.
I dont know, Thomas said promptly. Good thing we decided to keep
an eye on you. I was right behind you. He wouldnt have got away. I say
Philip, are you all right?
Fine, really. He just threw her so hard I got bashed in the jewels. No
hard feelings, Isolde, but you will make your apologies to my wife Jasmine,
wont you? he said with a laugh.
I couldnt see very much from a distance. Did you know him? Clifford
asked.
It was David Jarvis.
Damnation! Randall swore. One of Howells set. That little bastard.
Ill bloody kill him.
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So now youre prepared to believe me that there was a man? Isolde

asked wearily.
Im sorry. I was just so jealous, Randall admitted wretchedly.
He turned to Philip and managed to dredge up a sheepish apology. Im
sorry for everything I said. I was a fool. I went mad when I saw the two of
you thrashing about like that. Forgive me, Philip. Youve been nothing but a
good friend to Isolde, you and your wife, and Ive been a complete ass
accusing all of you so grossly.
Apology accepted, Philip said at last. But if that bastard Howell is still
after her, you need to look after your wife a hell of a lot better than you did
tonight. And you need to get hold of yourself, man. Your suspicions are
going to poison your marriage and every friendship you have if you dont.
Randall nodded. I know. I wont make the same mistake again. Thank
you, thank you for saving my wife. He offered his hand.
To his relief, Philip took it and shook it warmly.
Randall stripped off his coat and draped it around his wifes shoulders
and began to walk her back to their carriage. Charlotte and Thomas
continued to hover solicitously, and walked with them.
Thank you for everything. Im sorry I made such a mistake, behaved so
barbarously in front of everyone.
Its all right, Randall. Just dont do it again, Thomas said, knitting his
brows.
He helped Isolde into the coach, shook Randall's hand, and then they
were heading back to Barkston House.
Isolde had remained silent on the trip back to the coach. When he sat
down next to her in the carriage she shrank into the corner away from him.
Randall tried to reach for his wife, but she jerked away from him into the
corner even further.
No. Stay away from me.
Im not going to hurt you. I just wanted to hold your hand.
I dont know you! I dont want to know you! The world youve dragged
me into is disgusting! As if that depraved little swine wasnt bad enough,
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you accused our friends of the most vile-

She took a deep steadying breath. Accused me, after you swore you
would try to trust me! What sort of man are you, that you can think such
filthy things about innocent people?
You want to think well of everyone! he exclaimed impatiently. The
world isnt like that. Everyone has enemies. Even now, Howell is moving
against us. I can feel him.
That may well be true, but you cant go around suspecting and accusing
everyone in sight! Im sorry I trusted Jarvis. He was someone Ive met. I had
no reason to think he would drag me off.
I may have been a rake, but all of my women were willing. The same
cannot be said for Howells. He is more dangerous and depraved than you
can imagine, and you must be extra vigilant from now on. Promise me.
I never even would have danced with him if you hadnt been busy with
that trollop Georgina Jerome rubbing your chest! she accused angrily.
He sighed in exasperation. Darling, for pitys sake! I didnt encourage
her! I couldnt get rid of her! Please, Isolde, dont let this tear us apart. We
both made a mistake. I love you. It sickens me to think of what could have
happened, and I shall never relax my vigilance like that again.
She shook her head. You cant put me in a prison, Ive told you that.
A husbands place is at his wifes side.
You cant be with me all the time.
I can sure as hell try! Ill give up the painting, have the solicitors come
down from London and
She stretched out one hand to place it on the back of one of his, which
was sitting on his knee. Randall, we would be keeping each other in jail if
we did that. Please, in the end there was no harm done, except to poor
Philip's groin, that is, so there's no need to shout at me. Please, can we stop
fighting for now? Im exhausted, and nothing is going to be resolved
tonight.
He was instantly contrite. Im sorry. I didnt mean to yell at you like
that.
I think Philip needs the apology more than I do.
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I was an idiot, I know. I think hell forgive me in time.

He might, but the rest of the Rakehells were pretty cross. You blotted
your copy book with them tonight.
He gave a sad smile. Then I shall have to do my best to make you
happy.
She shrank away from his questing fingers. Im sorry. I want to go home
and have a bath. Alone. I cant stop thinking of that man, and my skin
crawls.
I understand, he said quietly, though inwardly he feared that he was
already losing her.
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Chapter Eleven
As soon as they got home from the dreadful ball, Randall ran the bath for
his still-shivering wife. Isolde was devastated by the attempt upon her virtue,
and the reasons for it. Was she never to be safe from Howell? Was he
always to be lurking in the shadows, weaving his evil web? She ran the bath
as hot as she could stand it, and closed the door.
Randall waited anxiously outside, and with difficulty restrained himself
from barging in or knocking to see if she was all right.
When at last she came out, she was white-faced and carried the crumpled
gown. Tell the servants to get rid of it please. I know you gave it to me, but
I could never bear-
I understand, love. Its only a dress. You can have a dozen new gowns.
He saw her get into bed wearily, and also noted that for the first time
ever, she was wearing both a nightgown and dressing gown. He sighed. He
went into the bathroom and undressed there, donning his own dressing gown
before blowing out most of the candles in the room. He left his bedside one
burning as he got into bed carefully. She lay rigidly on her back, her face
white, her eyes closed.
May I kiss you goodnight, on the cheek only?
Yes.
He gave her a peck, and then she moved in the bed and smiled. She
reached for his hand, and then he was tight against her side and he cradled
her as tenderly as one of the children.
Sleep, now, darling. Well talk in the morning.
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Isolde still felt ill from all that had happened and remained in bed, her
eyes shielded from the light with her arm over her eyes. A plan was forming
in her mind, a radical one, but one that might have to be considered given
the danger she felt all around her.
Im going to stay in bed today, love. Why dont you go visit Philip and
Thomas, mend some fences with Philip?
"You're under the weather. You need me here."
"No, really, I'm fine, I just need a bit more sleep. But you need to tell the
Rakehells you're sorry."
His brows knit. Do you really think I should go?
Yes, most definitely.
At length, he nodded. If I do, will you promise me that youll rest here,
and not go out?
I promise.
He stooped to kiss her on the brow tenderly, and began to dress.
As soon as he was gone, she got up and wrote to her brother to come as
quickly as possible, bringing all of her fathers business and personal papers
he could find.
Randalls thoughts on how to protect his wife were also proceeding
apace. Howell had to have a price. All men did. He despised him, and knew
once he paid him anything, he would just keep on coming back. But the
thought of him harming Isolde, or even any of the children, was just too
devastating. They were all hostages to fortune....
But at least he had some friends. He headed over to Eltham Castle first,
the easier of his two apologies, and said without preamble, Im sorry. I was
a fool, Thomas. That remark about the orgy was really unforgivable. My
only excuse is that Im so in love with my wife I cant think straight. I never
meant to hurt you. I owe you all so much, more than I can ever say.
But now Isolde is everything to you, and so she should be. The Duke
smiled. I never expected to be so in love with my wife as I am now. Its
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grown with every passing day. Even when I think I cant love her more,
something happens to prove to me that I do.
"You know, the start of our marriage was also a bit unorthodox."
"Oh?"
The dark-haired Duke nodded. "I only married her to protect her from the
seducer who had already ruined my sister."
"Oh my."
"But it was the best decision I ever made in my life. I couldnt live
without Charlotte now. I would be devastated if she were ever to be
unfaithful.
But I also know I have to trust her, or she will flee from me. And I also
know that jealousy destroys. You ought not to be fighting with each other
when Howell is out there to do you both harm. Especially to do you harm in
her eyes.
I know," Randall sighed. "I had hoped he would just go away and leave
us alone. Now he seems to have a new wave of plots and schemes prepared
for us. I cant prove it. Its just a feeling I have. What can I do, Thomas?
Find something to use against him. You know what hes like. Go to
London, get proof.
He shook his head, and pressed on the bridge of his nose to relieve the
sudden pressure in his head. I dont want to leave my wife.
We can write to Alistair Grant, then. Hell know some detectives we can
put on the case.
And what if there's nothing to find? I want Isolde to be safe and happy.
After what happened last night, Im beginning to think that hell always be
in the shadows, waiting to blight our lives.
I will help you in whatever way I can," the Duke promised without
hesitation. "As will Philip. Go see him now at Ashton Manor, and ask for his
advice. He knows the seamy side of London better than anyone, and the law
as well.
"Howell is a degenerate. He has to have committed some nasty deeds
which could be construed as illegal. We will try to find people willing to
testify to that effect. If there is any way of catching Howell in a criminal act,
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well find out. We just need to work together, and be patient.

Randall took a deep, steadying breath. All right, then. Lets expose
Howell once and for all. For Isoldes sake, and any other victims he might
have out there.
Thomas nodded, satisfied. Go to Philip now. Hell fill in Alistair, telling
him everything we suspect.
Randall nodded. So long as you promise me that the Rakehells will keep
an eye on Isolde once I have to go away.
I swear." He offered his hand, which Randall took. "Good man. You
wont regret this.
Randall sighed. I certainly hope not. I already have enough regrets to
last a lifetime.
After the attack at the ball, Isolde was confined to the house more than
ever for a fortnight. But after her letter to her brother, her mother had unbent
enough to allow their whole family to come to stay, and even the Clarences
decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. They stayed for a few days and
were impressed with her well-ordered home and the delightful children.
But Isolde grew more and more fractious at Randalls continual worrying
over her. Finally she asserted, This is absurd. He tried to snatch me in a
crowd. I was safer with the Rakehells than on my own. They all came to my
rescue. I dont want to hide any more. Never go anywhere without an armed
escort, she said, referring to his sudden habit of carrying a pistol with him
everywhere.
Then I'll go with you
You have other interests to pursue.
He frowned. The hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. That almost sounds
like an accusation.
Im sorry, she sighed.
Surely you dont think Im carrying on some sort of what, intrigue
behind your back? he exclaimed indignantly.
All she had to do was say yes, and it would be out in the open. But she
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quailed at the last moment. What was it Arabella had said about the
consequences of confronting her husband before she knew more for certain?
No, I never said
But youve thought it, havent you? he asked, his lips tight.
She nodded miserably. I have thought it. But then I tell myself you love
me, that its all in my head.
Ive explained about Georgina that night!
Its all right, she said quickly. Never mind. Forget I said anything.
He sighed. As if I can. Not when you apparently doubt me continually.
Very well. You and I shall not stir without each other. Where you go, I do.
No, really. I didnt mean...
He was as good as his word, however, to the point where they both
donated their time to the local adult reading lessons. Isoldes sewing skills
earned her the honor of head of a new sewing circle. All of her particular
friends joined, and several lovely young single ladies from the area. They
took turns hosting in each of their houses.
Randall tagged along and made himself as useful as possible, threading
needles and sorting silks. They all found his presence odd, but he was so
good looking it was no great loss having him there.
Isolde had ample cause to complain, however, when she discovered her
spouse having a private conversation in the hall with one of the young ladies
one day. She looked daggers at the girl, who ran scurrying back to the
drawing room.
So you know her, do you? she asked in a cold tone.
Weve met once or twice.
Met? Socially, or carnally?
Socially, I swear. She was just welcoming me to the neighborhood. Her
family are good respectable people. I have never plucked roses still in bud.
She shuddered, and sat down on the small gilt hall chair before she fell
down.
For heavens sake, Isolde, think! I would never debauch a child like her!
She is all of what, fifteen? What sort of degenerate do you take me for? Its
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insulting that you would even suggest it.

Im sorry, its just-
I know jealousy isnt reasonable, but please, use your common sense
next time, before you make yourself and me so upset!
Thats just it, though! How many more next times will there be?
He put his hand on her shoulder to steady her. None, if you can trust
me!
I dont notice you being so calm when Im teaching the literacy lessons
at the parish hall, she accused with a sharp glance.
He had the grace to colour up. I am trying, though.
Ive given you no cause to be jealous! Im hardly like to have a quick
roll around atop the desk in full view of our vicar Jonathan Deveril, now am
I?
He laughed shakily, and then scooped her up and brought her into their
private parlor. When you put it like that, then yes, I can see what an ass Ive
been. Im sorry. Forgive me?
If you forgive me.
He nodded. I give you my word. I know you are a lovely woman.
People would be blind if they didnt notice and admire you. But I know you,
Isolde. He placed his hand on her heart. Youre incapable of guile. I just
that fear you are too trusting.
Well, I was in your case that first night, was I not? she said quietly.
But I shall never cause you to regret it, I swear.
She ran her hands down his chest to his waistband, leaving him in no
doubt of her desires.
But darling, the sewing circle.
Theyll be fine for a few moments. Like you said, this wife has a lot
better things to do with her hands, she said, a determined light in her eyes
as she bent her head and pleasured him until he was faint.
Randall kept his word about restraining his jealousy, though it was not
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always easy. He missed not having very much time alone with Isolde,
resented any intrusions upon their family circle. Their schedule grew ever
more hectic, and she steeled herself for the inevitable. One day it came.
Im sorry, darling, Im simply going to have to get up to London and
make my maiden speech, and sign some papers in person, he said in what
he hoped was a casual tone. Much as I would love you to come with me, I
think it best if you stay here to keep an eye on Mother, dont you?
Whatever you think best, she said numbly. I would love to go to the
gallery and hear you in person.
Ah, well, you know it by heart better than I do at this point.
So long as it is all from the heart.
He took her hand to kiss it. It is. A heart I never knew I had until you lit
the way for me.
You'll be splendid, Im sure, she said with a timid smile, stroking his
cravat.
Ill bring you back a present.
I dont need presents, my love. All I need is you, she said, hugging him
tightly so he would not see her tears.
For that you shall have two presents, and me riding back hell for leather
as soon as I'm done.
She pulled away from his embrace. If youre going, Id better finish
the
He kissed her lingeringly. Later. He swung her up into his arm and
headed for their bed.
Each time he came home from his trips to London over the next two
months, he had gift for Isolde. She could not help but wonder if it was truly
a sign that Randall was thinking of her, or a manifestation of his guilt. She
was tormented with visions of who he was seeing, what he was doing.
He did not always go by himself, though, which did relieve her. One or
the other of the Rakehells usually accompanied him, and the rest of them
and their wives rallied around her as soon as he had gone.
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When Randall was home, he seemed to be completely uncomplicated,

wanting only to be with his family all day, and to shower her with the most
tempestuous passion at night and in the early mornings.
Yet she sensed a distance in him, and an underlying sadness which she
did not seem to be able to do anything to dispel. He still had not resumed his
painting since before the ball.
When she asked him about it, he said, I want to make it up to you for
leaving you on your own for so many days.
Thats
And we're going to go to the Dukes soiree next week.
Oh, no, really, we dont have to
I insist.
His expedition to London had yielded some red garters, slippers and
gloves, and a new gown trimmed in red. I would not make you a scarlet
woman, as it were, but white with red trim is most suitable for a woman your
age.
Thank you, darling. I wonder you had the time, she said coolly.
Well, some new nightrails for Mother seemed a good idea, and the
modiste had just made the gown and then been left in the lurch. It just
happened to be your size, so I said it was fate.
And how did you know my size? she asked stiffly.
He grinned. Darling, surely you dont think me blind. In fact, I pride
myself that I would like to know everything important there is to know about
you. And perhaps even the unknowable.
He insisted she model them for him, and stooped to help her with her
garters and slippers. He then assisted her to rise.
Now all you need are some jewels, Randall said as he held her arms
wide to look at her. We need to shop for some soon. I have been most
remiss.
She shrugged. I have my wedding set and all of your grandmothers
jewels. What more could I want?
Im not sure. Let me think about it.
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No, really, Randall, theres no need.

He spun her around to admire her frock, and kissed her. I adore
showering you with presents. We shant argue about it now, though. I have
better things to do with my tongue. And as lovely as that gown is on you, I
cant wait to get you out of it.
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Chapter Twelve
Isolde loved the night of passion which ensued, but she was certain there
was something Randall was hiding from her. There was most certainly a
distance and diffidence springing up between them, as hard as she tried to be
devoted and affectionate.
She couldnt discern anything obvious, but she was growing tired of the
curious limbo she felt she had been living in ever since that fateful trip to
Bath.
I think you should go out painting today, and every day from now on, as
you used to, she commented as he brushed her hair the following morning.
I would love to, of course, but
Are you happy here?
What?
Its a simple question, dear. I know you had a great number of
reservations about returning to Somerset. So my question again is, are you
happy?
He grasped her shoulders, and their eyes met in the pierglass. I dont
know how you could ever doubt it.
Maybe I just need to hear you say it.
I wont deny this place is full of memories, but weve created new ones
which will last a lifetime, you and the children. So yes, Im happy.
Good. Then go be even happier. Go and paint.
All right, if you really want to be rid of me, he grumbled.
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Not rid of you, she reassured him. I just want to be certain you dont
feel stifled or thwarted.
Well, there is that wonderful ruined monastery. I cant seem to pain the
same scene twice. Its like its constantly changing.
Good, then. Off you go and enjoy yourself. Ill always be here when you
get back. Im not going to change.
But not everything in life was as constant as Isolde. Before she knew it, it
was the first day of autumn. Isolde decided to celebrate the equinox by
taking Arabella up on one of her suggestions, and taking a picnic lunch out
to Millcote Forest for her husband.
She got to the low wall of the monastery, and still mounted on her mare,
was able to peer over the crumbling walls easily.
Isolde saw a petite woman with long dark hair walking away from
Randall. They had been standing very close, and she immediately saw red.
She swung down from the saddle fuming. Leaving the food in her
panniers, she stalked over to where her husband had set up his easel, and
glared at him.
Just what sort of game do you think youre playing with our lives,
Randall? she demanded furiously.
Randall, having just exchanged pleasantries with Eswara Jerome, who
lived down the road and occasionally went for a stroll passed him as he
painted, was confused at his wifes sudden arrival and her accusatory words.
Game? What game?
I dont know, you tell me! You tell me why youve been so distant,
moody, changeable recently, ever since you resumed your trips to London.
Ive tried to be a good wife to you
You are! You dont even have to try!
Then why? What in the name of all the gods are you looking for? What
is it that you want? Isolde demanded tearfully, at her wits' end.
Something sparked within him. What I want? He laughed bitterly.
You have no idea what youre asking, Isolde! You would run in terror if
you knew.
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But I do want to know! I need to know. I hold you in my arms, Randall,

even within my body, and yet I still cant get close enough to you. I want to
make all your hopes and dreams and fantasies come true, be truly one with
you.
"But theres this, this wall between us that I simply cant seem to breach
no matter how hard I try. So I keep battering against it, and end up bloody,
bruised and torn.
He stared at her in horror, never suspecting his attempts to keep her safe
from Howell, as well as be unselfish, not indulge his passions so often,
protect her from his rampaging lusts, might make her feel so left out and
unimportant in his life.
Oh, darling, I didnt mean to
Tell me your fantasies, Randall. Let me be your everything, she
pleaded, starting to strip off her day gown and rubbing against him, not
caring that it was broad daylight and anyone might come along.
He gazed down at her unseeingly, lost in his own confusion. But there
isnt anything you can do, dont you see?
I can try, if youll let me. I know Im not a practiced courtesan like most
of your other women, but
No, dont you see? I dont want that, darling. This hasnt been about
lovemaking! Thats never been the problem between us. The problem has
always been me!
He heaved a ragged sigh. I dont understand love and intimacy. I fear it.
I ruin and destroy everything Ive ever touched. I want you unspoiled and
innocent, happy and loved and safe, not damaged by being married to a
murderer!
But
You ask me what my dreams are? What I fantasize about? Ill tell you!
Impossible though it all is, Ill tell you," he rasped. "I would give anything to
take back what I did to Francis. I would almost be willing to sell my soul to
have my brother Michael back. I would crawl over hot coals, travel the wide
world barefoot and naked to see my mother well again, and to know that my
father wasnt the thief everyone has accused him of being.
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"I want a happy family once more, all the children loved and valued for
who they are, not who society wants or expects them to be. Labelled as the
dregs of society because their parents werent married.
He reached out to stroke her cheek, and smiled down at her, his eyes
glittering with unshed tears. But my ultimate fantasy is to see you smiling
up at me, happy, with eyes of love, roundly pregnant with our child. And to
have a lifetime in your arms, with never any unhappiness, mistrust or want. I
long to hear you say you love me no matter what, and finally be able to
believe the words. Not just in here, he said, pointing to his head, but here.
He pointed to his heart.
She placed her hand on his, over his heaving chest. Done. You have it,
Randall. I do love you, no matter what. As for the rest, we can
He silenced her with a blistering kiss, and the dam blocking his passion
finally burst. He could hear the blood roaring in his ears as she stretched up
against him, stroking her hands down the length of his back until they
reached his buttocks. She pulled hard, grinding herself against him, and then
both their pairs of hands hurriedly stripped him bare.
Heedless of the openness of the clearing, Randall spread his jacket on the
ground and lay down with Isolde on the decorated stone slab he had been
painting. He entered her with one huge thrust and filled her until she gasped,
driving so deep within her that he couldnt even withdraw as her muscles
rippled and fused them into one entity of pure bliss.
Randall could swear he felt the labyrinthine pattern burning into his
abdomen as he pressed in ever deeper and set up a blistering rhythm which
she was sure would send them spiralling off into a vortex hurtling through
the universe.
I love you, Randall. Love you. Please believe me. You dont need
anyone else to make you whole.
Ive waited for you a lifetime, Isolde. Youre mine now, and though I
may be damned for it, by all the gods, I cant fight you any more.
No, no more fighting, she gasped. Nothing but joy, and all your
wishes coming true.
He climaxed with a shudder which seemed to wring the very soul from
his body. Isolde never even felt the cold hard stone underneath them. In fact,
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she was sure they were floating, for the brilliant radiance of the sun grew
closer and closer as they soared upwards on a cloud of pure joy.
Then the dark red aura formed one band, while the black within him
diffused into the other six colours of the rainbow. Randall and Isolde slid up
along it and back down to the treasure she had always known would be
waiting for them, if only they would reach out their hands to take it.
Still she soared within the circle of his arms, and she saw the danger, the
truth all in an instant. It terrified and repelled her, and she wondered why she
had never seen it before.
As the images of heaven and hell warred within her, even Randall saw it
at last, through her eyes as a sort of strange flickering of colour, sound and
emotion, in a powerful maelstrom so fleeting he was left panting and
trembling, flattened by the impact.
Oh God, Isolde, whats happening?
Its love, Randall. You know it now.
Yes. Yes. But
Its all right. Ive got you now. Ive got you. Youre safe.
He wanted to say the words, but he knew he couldnt promise it to her. In
any case the words would no longer come. The terror which gripped his soul
froze him within her body and he collapsed on top of her, utterly spent, all
emotions and essence torn from him.
Except that when he opened his eyes a moment later, she was on top of
him, and kissed him so gently he was sure he was dreaming. Only the smell
of the grass and her hair, tumbled all about his own shoulders, the feel of the
rain pattering down over their bare bodies, the sensation of her alluring
femininity around his manhood, the sound of a sheep bleating in the
distance, told him this was all real.
And now Isolde moved against him once more, and looked at him with a
new spark in her eyes which convinced him as nothing else ever had.
I love you, Randall. Only you. Now and forever. We belong together.
You can see it, feel it. And together we can push back the darkness. Let me
fill the void within you, as youve filled mine. So much more than even
this, she said, moving her hips until he threw his head back in wordless
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surrender.
He let her take and give, surrendering himself completely to whatever
Fate had in store for him. Trying to control his love for Isolde was like
trying to harness the wind and waves, and he wept at the beauty of her
tenderness. I love you. No more fighting. Whatever you want is yours. Im
yours. Now and always.
His terror was replace by the vision of a rainbow, no, three.... He blinked
again, and said in awed tones, Look, love, look at them! Ive never seen
anything like it.
She smiled at him. Really? Theyve always been there. You just need to
look harder, as Ive learned.
He stared at her. But Ive been coming to this spot for
She stroked his cheeks and kissed him, and in an instant he was in the
throes of a gut-wrenching climax which left him too weak to even groan.
The downpour now pummelled him unmercifully, and he lifted his
forehead from off her fall of hair and the cold hard stone they were resting
on, and looked around in confusion.
What
Its all right, love. Everythings going to be fine, she soothed, stroking
his rain-stung back.
I dont understand. How did
She pressed her slender fingers to his lips. Trust me. Its going to be
fine. Come, love, lets get you home. We need to see the children, and your
mother.
She kissed him gently on the cheek, and they helped each other rise as
the rain dwindled to a mere mist, and a watery sunlight soon began to flood
the ruins once more.
Their clothes had somehow ended up in the shelter of his easel, and
Randall marvelled at the fact that they were only slightly damp.
She used her shawl to dry both their naked bodies, and yanked on his
trousers and shirt, though he felt warm enough, and then began to gather his
supplies.
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Only when he walked around to the front of the easel did he see what
damage the rain had caused. His paper was completely blank, without a drop
of colour on it, though oddly enough it was dry to the touch.
Isolde stood by his shoulder. Tabula rasa. A blank slate. Time for us to
begin again?
I do want to try, he said, holding her close.
Dont just try. Do it. Im here for you, always. I love you, Randall.
He flinched, for he had caught something odd out of the corner of his
eye, and reached out for his wife with a quivering hand.
He stared into her eyes, and with his own open, bent to kiss her. He heard
it, as faint as a heart beat.
I love you, Randall.
His lips throbbed against hers until her lips parted and he sucked on her
tongue in a passionate frenzy born of fear. Yet still he heard it.
He kissed her even harder, now more curious than terrified.
He laughed and spun her around, and kissed her once more.
I love you, my darling Isolde.
He grasped her hand, and never taking his eyes from her, led her to the
waiting horses.
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Chapter Thirteen
After supper, Randall was exhausted by the emotions of the day, but
more firmly resolved that ever to take Thomass advice and finish Howell
off once and for all. Find his weakness and exploit it.
The trouble was, it would mean another trip to for London. He couldnt
bear to see Isoldes face fall as he told her the news; he was going to take the
cowards way out and leave a note.
At supper he told everyone he would go shopping in Bath in the morning,
and asked if anyone need anything special.
When it was her turn to give him her list, her eyes glowed and she shook
her head.
No thank you. I have all I need.
He took her hand and kissed it, earning a warm smile from his mother
and the Clarences.
They said good night to everyone straight after supper, and retired to
their own chamber to indulge each other joyously as never before. It was as
if their encounter in the clearing had washed away all that was troubling
them, and given them a fresh start.
But not quite, in Isolde's opinion. There was still one matter that needed
to be resolved before they could move on, and she was not going to wait a
moment longer.
The following morning was a Thursday. Isolde rose from the bed, and
with a last lingering kiss for her exhausted husband, she donned a dark gown
and ordered the carriage to take her to Bath. She was going to put her house
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in order one way or the other. She was tired of living in fear.
She positioned herself in the window of Sally Lunns and waited for over
three hours. But in the end her patience was rewarded when she saw the tall
dark-haired man she had been watching for stroll down the street with the
petite raven-haired woman with a peaches and cream complexion and
midnight blue eyes.
She felt the tell-tale pounding of her heart and fury and disappointment
warred in her breast. After all they had shared yesterday.
She almost decided to turn around and go home. She even made excuses
for him, saying he had only come to break it off with the girl.
But one look at the two of them, and it was clear that their regard was an
abiding one. So what was she to do?
Press ahead with her plan, was the obvious conclusion, she determined as
she drained her cup of tea, clinked down some coins, and gathered her
possessions.
She loved Randall. He was worthy fighting for, as was their whole
family. She knew what she had seen yesterday and today. If they ever had a
chance to be happy, everything had to come out into the open at last.
She now hurriedly made her way to her own vehicle and told her carriage
driver to follow the black and burgundy coach. It did not travel far, just to
the outskirts of Bath, to a tidy eighteenth-century house with an unusual
front lawn with a sweeping path and a whole series of rails from the front
door down to the main road.
She saw the couple getting out of their carriage at the back of the stable
block, the evident warmth and affection between them making her feel sick
to her stomach. Of their own carriage there was no sign.
The estate looked well-tended, with magnificent gardens and pleasingly
rich decor, from what she could see through the front windows as she
headed up the steep path.
It appeared to be not just a love nest, but proper established home. She
thought again about the three Stanford children, wondered if this was
perhaps another widow in need whom he had felt obliged to take care of?
But the warmth of their kisses suggested far more than mere friendship,
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just as the comfort of the establishment suggested this liaison had been
going on for a considerable time.
If that were indeed the case, why had Randall wed her? Was the woman
already married, unavailable in some way? What then of all his protestations
that his relations had been nothing more than a speedy cavault and
departure?
Her head swam at the extent of his betrayal. Randall had lied, and lied,
and she had wanted, nay, been desperate to believe him.
She gagged and ducked into a shrubbery to be ill, and it was some time
before she could subdue her retching. Now she understood as never before
how Randall must have felt prior to killing Francis. She wanted to blast the
house to pieces, rip the two lovers limb from limb. Kill them
Yet at the same time, she still loved her husband, still clung in her heart
to her fantasy of seeing him smiling down with her without a care in the
world, telling her how much he truly loved her. How she was the only
woman in the world for him. Many of their barriers had tumbled down
yesterday, but how could they go on with such a huge falsehood between
them?
Isolde mopped her mouth with her handkerchief, which she crumpled
impatiently into a ball and stuffed up her sleeve. Raising herself off her
knees and out of the hedgerow, she squared her shoulders.
Glaring at the front door as though she wished she could see right
through it, she stood poised on the threshold of the most enormous decision
of her life. At last, she raised her fist and rapped at the door, and asked the
butler who opened the portal if she could speak with the master of the house.
He let her in without a moments hesitation. Mr. Avenel is in the study,
Miss-
Miss Drake. But there is no need to announce me. I can find my way.
He sized up the young girl and decided she was no threat. Very good,
Miss. Third door on the left, in case you dont recall.
She felt her gorge rise once more. He had so many strange young women
here that the butler didnt even bother to keep track? Just what sort of place
was this?
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Finely furnished and carpeted, she reflected, taking in all the

accoutrements as she progressed to the back of the house. Not ornate, but
certainly of the best quality, from the hall table to the pierglass to the
ladderback chairs.
She came to the third door feeling as though she had run a mile, she was
so winded. Her whole body trembled as she raised her fingers to grip the
latch.
She halted and pressed her sweating palms together. Perhaps she ought to
just leave. She was better off not knowing. Better off maintaining the
pleasant fiction that they were happily married, and that Randall loved her
and her alone.
She was about to draw back when instinct halted her. She had never been
a coward. She had always faced things head on. And was not her marriage
worth fighting for? Surely this affair posed a threat to her whole way of life.
She could try to ignore it, let it run its course. But could she risk it? Wait
to see if Randall asked her for a divorce? She was sure if he did it would kill
her.
No, it was better to have it all out in the open now, than to poison every
single day and night with each other wondering, destroying any chance of
love with bitterness and suspicion...
She grasped the latch decisively, opened the door, and shut it firmly
behind her.
She had to give Randall credit for being so calm in the face of disaster.
Yes? he said, his posture and expression never once altering. Not one
iota of alarm did he evince.
She took two steps forward furiously and froze. All the words of
reproach and recrimination she had been about to utter jammed in her throat
as she stared, wide-eyed with shock.
For though the man bore a remarkably uncanny resemblance to him, this
was most certainly not her husband. His pain-lined face betokened him
several years older, and his eyes were pale blue, as clear as a wolfs. They
were certainly not the remarkable lapis ones she loved so well.
Mr. Avenel. The butler had said Mr. Avenel
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Yes? he said again.

At last she found her tongue. Im so sorry to disturb you. Im Viscount
Linleys daughter, Isolde Drake, she said, feeling a complete fool, and
painfully aware of the fact that she had just stepped unwittingly into a
maelstrom.
Yes? And which charity do you represent? Im sorry to be abrupt or
obtuse, but you see, my wife Bryony usually deals with these matters.
No charity, sir. I believe it is you Ive come to see, although I did not
know it at the time I came here.
He frowned, a slight crease marring his handsome classical features. She
had thought Randall beautiful; this man was equally so, but in a much more
rugged and world-weary way.
The butler had said Mr. Avenel. He simply had to be one of Randalls
brothers whom Randall had told her died in the war. But why lie about it?
Im sorry, sir. I should have introduced myself more fully. Im Isolde
Drake Avenel, Randall Avenels wife.
His gaze grew soft for a brief moment before glittering with barely
suppressed fury, and something more.
Fear? Yes, fear, she decided as she stared back at him with unabashed
curiosity.
Im sorry that youve come here on a fools errand, Madam. I dont
know
Aye, more of a fool than I ever dreamt, she said, slipping sideways into
the chair situated in front of his desk, all pretence of calm at an end.
She rammed her hands against the seat to stop herself from sliding onto
the carpet. Im sorry to be so overwrought, but surely you must agree that
the most remarkable occurrence has taken place. Wont you please hear me
out? Or do you care so little about your family that you dont wish to at least
know how they are faring?
His lips thinned. I had a family once. I try not to think about them at all
if I can help it.
Forgive me, but you must be Michael, are you not? Presumed dead after
the Battle of Toulouse?
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He looked surprised, but nodded.

In that case, do you have any idea how much Randall worshipped you as
a child and young man? He still talks about you all the time, even after
thinking you dead so many years. He would have been quite a young man
when you went off to war. I know you were estranged from your parents, but
surely Randall could never have done anything so terrible to you that he
deserves to be treated with such disregard and contempt?
His expression softened somewhat. He was ever the faithful
correspondent. His letters to me kept the darkness at bay. He never failed to
write, or at least not until Francis died. He still wrote after that, every week,
but the joy had died in them. It was never the same again.
Isolde decided to risk trusting him. He blames himself, just as you
blame yourself for the men you killed, she guessed, looking at his grim
expression.
Michael stared. Blames himself, you say?
Isolde took a deep breath. Im breaking a confidence, and entrusting you
with Randalls life. But I know the love you once bore your brother will
keep you from acting upon this information in any way.
He scowled. I give you my word, I would never harm Randall, no matter
what happened in the past, or even now.
Satisfied that she was making the right decision for all concerned, she
recounted the tale of Franciss death as her husband had told it to her.
So you see, hes blamed himself ever since. Hes never left those
stables. He was young. He made a capital error. Hes been punishing himself
ever since.
The Devil you say! Michael barked. Clarissa wasnt worth it. And
Francis was not blameless in all this, for he made a choice too, to roger his
brothers fiancee when any decent man would have retired from the field.
"But Clarissa was ever the little minx. She tried with me as well. In fact
we are so similar in appearance that I'm fairly sure that she mistook one of
us for the other. I know she wanted me because I was the heir. She was
always hanging about the stables. It would have been an easy enough to
make a mistake in the shadows.
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"Unless she wanted us all one after the other. We were each of us
wealthy in our own right. She probably thought sooner or later she would get
marriage from one of us.
In any event, she grabbed me and tried to toss me on my back, bold as
you please. Told me no one would ever give it to me so good. She was
undoubtedly rife with the clap, though poor Randall fell for her innocent act,
I take it, for I heard they were engaged.
She nodded. Thats right. He admits now he is fairly sure she did
mistake him for another, for they never actually, um
Yes, just so, he said with a wry twist of his lips. He was silent for a
time. How did Randall kill him? I mean, I understood there to have been a
riding accident.
Francis was carrying on with her in the stables. He caught them
together, saw them copulating. He sawed through the girt strap of his saddle.
Francis fell at a huge jump and was killed"
"I see."
"Randalls hated himself ever since. He thought he didnt deserve
happiness. Hes been raking to try to prove what a low person he really is,
not entitled to be loved and treasured. Never hoping to have a family of his
own.
My God, the poor lad. He shook his head pityingly.
A quiet voice from the doorway observed, Then Randall's not so very
different from the eldest boy in the family.
Michaels eyes lit up. My wife, Bryony. Bryony, this is Isolde,
Randalls wife.
She smiled at her husband, and said, Michael also felt he didnt deserve
love or happiness because of all the men he killed during the war. He hasnt
come back to you all because he feared contaminating the family. And
because he was badly injured. Not to mention because he and his father
quarrelled. He felt he could never be accepted on his own terms after all he'd
suffered.
"So hes made a new life for himself here in Bath, here with me and our
new family. Its taken a lot of time, and theres been a great deal of
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heartache.
Michael smiled at his wife. But now theres such joy, too, I would never
want to go back to my old way of life.
Is that why you still havent come back after all this time? Because
youre afraid all the quarrels will start all over again? They wont. For one
thing, so much has changed. All of the people in your family have changed.
In fact, very few of the ones you left behind are still alive.
I know about my fathers embezzlement, if thats what you mean, he
said shortly. But he wont want any pity from me.
She shook his head. No, he wont. Hes dead now. Your fourth brother
Mark too. Randall is the Earl now, she revealed bluntly.
Never had she seen anyones face transformed so quickly from aloof
detachment to raw passion. No, no! It cant be!
She nodded. Im sorry. And your mother has been an invalid ever since.
I went to London to become her nurse. Randall and I fell in love and were
married. Shes all he has left, and hes devastated. Its been a series of
crushing blows, and Im not so sure Randall is strong enough to withstand
them.
And let me guess. You came to the house, took one look at each other,
and youve been saving Randall ever since? he said dryly.
She stared. Well, I wouldnt put it quite that way, but yes, for the most
part. She sighed. Except I dont think I can ever be enough for him. I
found you quite by accident, you see. Id been shopping to Bath a few times,
and saw you and your wife. From a distance you're so like Randall, that I,
well, er"
"Go on," he urged.
"Well, the truth is, I thought it was he having an affair with another
woman.
So you followed me to do what, exactly? Have it out with him? he
rasped.
She nodded. That was the plan, yes, she said baldly. I love Randall. I
think hes worth fighting for. And while I might have been wrong about you
and your wife, the truth is, there are places he goes in his head and heart that
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I feel the children and I can never reach.

The children? he asked in surprise. How long have you two been
married?
She clarified her situation quickly. Then she said, I would adore having
a child of my own with him. But so far as I'm concerned, the eight of them
would be equally ours as any child of my body.
You are a good woman, exactly the type to keep Randall in line. Hes no
fool. If he married you, its because he loves you.
She laughed derisively, and shook her head. I'm the means to his
salvation. But love? It was all a mistake. He thought I was a prostitute.
Bryonys brows shot up even higher than her husbands. What on
earth?
Over tea she recounted the story of how they had met.
Michael laughed at the end of her tale, and said, Well, nothing in your
life has ever been smooth since the two of you met. I can see why you would
have so many misgivings. But Randall has a good heart, for all he has made
that one dreadful mistake and damaged his own soul.
They were silent for a time, until she asked, How long have you been at
Bath?
Since 1815.
You are friends with Blake and Arabella Sanderson, are you not?
All the Rakehells, he confirmed.
The light of understanding dawned in her eyes. So thats why theyve
been acting so oddly at times. Not to cover up Randalls infidelities, but to
conceal your existence. But your brother needs you now! Do you not think
we might be able to bring about a reconciliation?
Michael sighed. Theyve been asking me the same thing. But dont you
see, hell want to give up being Earl, and I dont want it. I never did.
Especially not after all my injuries. Im a lot better than I was before Bryony
came into my life, but Ill never be completely able-bodied.
He doesnt care about the title. All he wants is love and friendship. Yet
even when he gets it, he pushes it away, feels it is his penance for what he
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did to Francis.
Michael sighed. I would like to believe you, really, but I think youre
too good-hearted to understand how Id be received. Even if Randall wants
me back, my mother
Would be overjoyed to see you, Im sure. She and I have become closer
with each passing day as she regains her strength and comes out of her
torpor.
But Michael ploughed on as though she had not interrupted him. It
would caused everyone a great deal of unnecessary pain and grief to
resurrect me after so many years presumed dead. Please, just leave it alone.
You are welcome to call on me and my wife, to tell me if there is anything
Randall or Mother need. But otherwise I ask you to keep your word and
never tell anyone that Im alive, that youve seen me.
Youre asking me to keep secrets from my husband.
I thought he was keeping things from you? he pointed out.
Isolde shook her head ruefully. No, I dont think he was now, not after
seeing you. It was my fault for not trusting him. I can see it all now.
Its a pity he nearly ruined his life over that snake in the grass Clarissa,
and did what he did to poor Francis, but Francis was going to his own
ruination anyway consorting with her and our awful cousin Chauncey
Howell. So the past is the past. Randall has you now, and you evidently
adore him. That will be enough. He doesnt need me coming back and
turning his whole life upside down again.
"He is too honourable and decent to ever be happy remaining the Earl if
he finds out I'm still alive. He would consider it worse even than what he did
to Francis, taking my ordained place. Think what giving up the earldom
would mean to you and your children
Nothing if hes happy because you are back in his life!
Michael sighed. Youre so young, Isolde. You have no idea
I know Randall," she said firmly. "Ive seen into his heart and soul as
much as any wife can. While I have misunderstood some of what Ive seen,
Arabella warned me not to do anything foolish until I was sure of my facts.
"Ive waited all these weeks, harboring these terrible suspicions. Im only
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sorry I didnt come sooner. I feel as if every kiss Ive given him has been
false, bestowed with less than my whole heart. He needs to trust in my love.
I need to trust in his. It will be no hardship to give up the Earldom, if only
we can have a good home where we can all be happy together. If you will let
us stay in the house here in Somerset
My dear, of course you can. I would never
Bryony intervened at this point. Does that mean you are reconsidering
your position, Michael?
He shook his head and reached for his wife's hand. No, not for a
moment. I'm merely reassuring Isolde that this changes nothing. I am not
going to tell him Im alive.
Not even if it helps him? Isolde challenged.
Not if it's going to hurt us or our family. He looked at Bryony for
support, and she nodded.
It wont!
It will, he said, his tone cynical. Money, power, fortune, they all
change people whether they want them to or not. By all accounts Mark
became quite the little tyrant when he was being groomed up for the post
Your father drove him to be a true-blue Tory. Randall isnt like that.
Hes a good man, a model earl. Hes done so much for the different
charities. Just ask any of the Rakehells.
He nodded. I had heard he was improving, becoming more active with
various charities.
I know Im biased because I love him, but he really is a credit to you all.
And far more Radical than most MPs who carry that label, for all their lip
service to questions of reform regarding chimney sweeps and slavery.
Yes, the Earl's speech was quite remarkable. It certainly got the most
impressive coverage in the Times. I was pleasantly surprised and very proud.
I thought it was my father, finally coming to his senses. I had no idea it was
Randall, of all people.
Half of Parliament was shocked to the core, not to mention Prinny.
The Prince of Wales is a twit. But Randall is taking a hard road trying to
be so advance, revolutionary, even.
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She raised her chin proudly. Hes not going to cross the floor if he cant
be certain the Radicals are any better than the Whigs or Tories. And as for
the scandal, well, hes braved it all beautifully. Hes never once doubted his
father's character, and Im going to try to see if there isnt some way of
restoring his good name so that Randall will not have to live under such a
taint. And it's the least I can do, since my father Viscount Linley was the one
who accused him of peculation.
I see. On what grounds?"
"I don't know, but I've asked my brother to help me. Just as I'm asking
you to help Randall. Unless you don't think he's worth the trouble after what
I've just told you."
"More than worth it. Randall is a good man. Ive always been so proud of
him. He's made mistakes, but then, haven't we all. Tell me, I suppose hes
had to give up the painting now that hes so busy.
She shook his head. No, not at all. I insist he has time every day. Its
part of who he is. It would be unfair for any of us to deny him the right and
freedom to do something he loves, and is so talented at.
Michael smiled. I can see you really do love him. Most wives would
never be so understanding.
I love him all my heart. Which is why Im asking you to please consider
my request, and come home.
Home? He indicated his study and his wife with a sweep of his hand. I
am home. Im sorry, I cant
Sooner or later one of the Rakehells is going to slip. Or youre going to
run into each other here in Bath, she argued impatiently.
I will deal with that when and if it arises. In the meantime, I shall say
nothing about Francis, if you'll say nothing about me.
Isolde sucked in a breath as if she had been scalded. What kind of
monster are you! You care so little about
You have no idea! I didnt get the appellation of The Grim Reaper in
the Army because I was a nice chap! Its because I do care so much about
Randall and Mother that Im not going to trespass upon them. Please, all this
arguing is fruitless. I would like you to leave now, Isolde.
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But Randall needs you! Grim Reaper or not!

Michael shook his head. He has you. That is going to have to be enough
for him. If you love him as much as you say you do, it will be enough.
Bryonys love is enough for me. Im not going to risk my family being
damaged by being dragged into the limelight. I just want to be left alone.
He lifted the papers he had been scrutinising in front of his face,
signalling the interview was at an end.
Isolde looked over at their other companion. Bryony gave her a
sympathetic smile and shrug.
She could see that the woman understood her position, but she was loyal
to her husband and would not intervene on her behalf.
Thank you for seeing me. It was good to meet you, and thank you for
being so understanding. I'll go now. I'm so sorry to have taken up so much of
your valuable time. All I ask is that you think a bit more about what I've
said, Isolde sighed. She lifted her reticule, and left without another word.
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Chapter Fourteen
When Randall returned from London with Philip several days later, he
greeted all the children heartily, and was more than eager to see his wife. He
had done nothing but think about and miss his family the whole time he had
been gone, and was desperate to reassure himself that she was all right.
He had set the wheels in motion against Howell, and just had to see
where they stopped spinning. He only prayed Howell's campaign of revenge
upon he and his wife had not gone too far.
He found Isolde issuing orders for the reception rooms downstairs to all
be lit and filled with food and wine and card tables.
Are we having guests? he asked in surprise.
Yes, the Rakehells and the other local families. An open house and
charity whist drive for the clinic. How could you have forgotten? We
planned it weeks ago, she said, hurt that he had not remembered.
She tried to keep her temper, having missed him, and debated at length as
to whether she should tell him about Michael or not.
Isolde knew she had been wrong about what he had been getting up to in
Bath, but that did not mean she was wrong about his strange trips to London.
She hated herself for thinking that way, but just when she thought they
were getting closer, she would find another wall thrown up, or something he
had neglected to tell her.
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Sorry, dearest, he said, giving her a warm kiss that she leaned into with
a sigh. One look at you befuddles my wits.
Isolde gave him a long look, worried about just what else was going to
become befuddled tonight as the pick of the county came to their home.
All the women flocked around him no matter where he went; the only
men who attracted more attention were Philip and the Duke of Ellesmere.
She regretted now ever having planned the event. Or that Randall had come
home in time for it.
He looked pensive, and tried to wheedle her into going upstairs with him.
But darling, cant we just leave Sarah and Alexander in charge, and have a
quiet night
She removed herself from his questing hands impatiently. Are you
ashamed of me? Is that why we rarely go to any social functions together
these days? Its almost like you make an excuse every time to
Not ashamed, no!
What then?
Worried that youre going to be attacked again. Worried that you are
going to meet someone who thinks ill of me, or Howell or one of his
friends, he admitted.
Then we have to put on a united front, show them that no matter what,
we will not be separated. That we love each other and the past cant harm us.
That is, unless Im restricting your opportunities for dalliance, she accused,
her tone hurt.
Aye, you are, wench, he growled lustily, cupping her to his massive
erection. I cant dally with you when youre in a room full of people!
Her brother Stephen came in now and said with a laugh, Oh, I dont
know. I saw the two of you hunting the figgy pudding once on the second
floor landing. Must just try that position myself. Very discreet.
Randall and Isolde rolled their eyes, and Isolde pointed at him to leave.
If its an open house and Howell comes here, hell cause trouble, mark
my words. I will not have him distressing you, he said as soon as her
brother had gone.
She took both of his hands in her own. Please, Randall, I need to hold
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my head high in my own home. Anyone would think from the way youre
reacting that you have something to hide.
Nothing, my love. I swear it, he vowed. I just cant bear to think of
you being hurt. Of what could have happened
I shant be. I just need the truth from you.
He sighed. When are they arriving?
Eight.
In that case, Im going to make the most of having you alone with me
until then. He scooped her up into his arms, and carried her straight through
the house.
Heedless of the giggles of the staff and children, he took her to their
room and bolted the door behind them.
Randall had been completely in earnest, and rampagingly ardent after his
week away. So much so that Isolde just about managed to drag on a gown
and tie her hair back a la Grecque when the first carriage appeared in the
drive.
She looked well and truly made love to, from her bright eyes to her
flushed cheeks, and was a marked contrast to the pale Society beauties who
paraded past Randall and practically drooled down his sapphire silk
waistcoat.
Blonde Georgina Jerome looked pristinely beautiful in a white gown
trimmed with blue to match her eyes. She gave Isolde a wide smile which
did not light those azure orbs as she shook hands before moving on to
Randall and practically purring. She had heard dozens of stories about the
famous rake, but thus far had not had a chance to make a proper run at him.
Well, all their plans were in place now...
She was determined to succeed at her first attempt. She had got nowhere
with Philip Marshall the last few times she had seen him, and was beginning
to grow desperate for a really good skewering. Why, oh why, could no one
ever please her the way her fiance Oliver had?
In any event, her new-found friend Chauncey Howell had not been much
use in doing the brasswork for all his bondage, spanking and sex toys. He
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clearly didn't have the sap to keep the old knob well polished.
But he had told her that he would pay her handsomely if he were to
succeed in winning Randall and thus driving a wedge between him and his
wife, whom Howell wanted for himself.
Watching the couple together, Georgina grew even more lividly jealous
than her own circumstances could warrant. She enjoyed wrecking marriages.
Even if the man in question wasnt worth a swive, she exulted in the sense of
power she got from succeeding where it was forbidden she should. And
power equalled money, for she could threaten to twiddle and tell. All the
poor fools simply caved in after that, and paid her whatever she asked.
Howell would pay her handsomely as well, once the rest of his plans fell
into place, though she was not privy to precisely what they were. She knew
he probably bragged as much as the next man, but he was burning for
vengeance. She had no doubt whatever he had up his sleeve, he would
succeed. She knew the thought of Isolde having been snatched away from
his grasp was more than he could stand.
Given Randalls reputation, few except the Rakehells could have ever
believed Randall could possibly have settled down and foregone the
pleasures of the flesh. Howell had bided their time in the hopes that Randall
would show his true colors and Isolde would now be more than willing to
believe the worst of him. There was plenty of that to be believed, for he had
been a prodigious rake prior to his marriage, and less than discreet.
Chauncey and Georgina had been most thorough. They had each
overheard things, got the women of the Ton to recount some of their
experiences with the notorious Randall Avenel. They had paid dearly for the
information, and were eager to use it. The rest Georgina could make up as
she went along, to shock the poor little country mouse into fleeing her
disreputable husband.
She certainly had more than enough experience of depravity to fill in the
gaps to make a credible tale. The stakes were high, the game was set to
begin.
As soon as Georgina managed to make it seem natural, she got Isolde
alone on the pretext of setting up more card tables, and sympathised with her
on her disastrous marriage.
Oh my dear, I'm more sorry than I can say. Such a terrible thing to have
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befallen you.
Whats so terrible? Isolde asked, thinking she was referring to the loss
of her father.
Being married to a degenerate like Randall, of course. Why, in January
alone he had at least eight mistresses at the same time in Paris. Three in the
same bed once.
Are you trying to tell me-
Bath is a great deal smaller, as is this district, but still not without its
charms. And has he ever played the game where you pretend to be a virgin?
Thats his favourite. That and tying up women and
Clarissa then described the game in detail in an eager little whisper.
Isolde tried to leave, but Georgina clung onto her arm, saying, Im
telling you this for your own good, so that you will know what he does when
he goes up to Bath and the Town.
I dont believe you. Hes been here with me for weeks, in bed with me
every night. Not up to Town alone once. And hes never
Well, he may be on his best behaviour now, but once the novelty of
marriage wears off, he will be up to his old tricks. She shrugged her elegant
shoulders. You know we can always be friends. Were both women of the
world, after all, and men will be men.
I dont believe you! Isolde put her hands up to her ears. Randall had
sworn to her.
But she could feel herself growing more and more ill as Georgina
provided convincing details, a mark on his thigh for example when he had
impaled himself climbing a ricketty stile.
So he had lied to her. He had bedded Georgina after all, was her hasty
conclusion. Bedded her, and was planning on keeping her as his mistress if
the trull was to be believed.
Isolde ran up to her room to flee from the appalling string of lies and
half-truths that Georgina had been spewing forth, and came across Randall
in their room changing his clothes, for someones stray elbow had jostled an
entire tray of drinks down his front.
Damnation. Red wine is such a devil to get out. And I did so adore this
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waistcoat you made me.

The sight of his bare chest was more than enough to fill her with desire,
and ire.
How are you, my love? he asked, concern evident in every line of his
expression and body posture.
Her eyes narrowed. How do you think I am? Georgina Jerome has been
telling me all about your past escapades and future plans.
Randall tried to remain calm, for this was no more than he had expected.
I dont care what she says. I never coupled with her! Shes tupping
someone else. Howell I shouldnt wonder.
Isolde glared at him. She described some of your little fantasies. The
games you like to play. She described your body! The scar on your thigh!
He shrugged. Any number of woman could have told her that too. Its
an obvious scar. Did she mention any of my other birthmarks? The one here
on my upper arm, the mole on my right buttock? I doubt it.
"Isolde, love, she is trying to drive a wedge between us, dont you see!
Thats why shes here. I swear, I never had anything more to do with her
than one or two conversations! She may be telling the truth about the
harmless little games and my leg, but she was never in my bed. Im
innocent.
He paused to take a trembling breath. Why are you so determined to
believe a jealous, hateful stranger over me? Have I not been a loving
husband to you? Have I not been by your side almost every night since we
were married? Never once separated except when I went to London on
business, usually with Philip or Thomas? Why then do you persist in
thinking that anything has happened between me and Georgina, or any other
woman, when its you that I love? he cried.
She had no sensible answer to that one, except for her lack of faith in her
own worth. She had nothing except herself to recommend her, and the word
of an accomplished liar and rake that she would be enough to make him
happy.
She wanted to believe him. She had been wrong before, after all. But
Georginas self-satisfied smirk haunted her.
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Randall was reaching for her now, and she backed away. He could make
her believe anything when he touched her.
Isolde, you have to listen to reason.
She clapped her hands over her ears and fled. She took the back servants
stairs and tore down to the terrace at the back of the house, eager to escape
the guests thronging her home.
Georgina saw her chance when she watched Isolde scurrying down the
hall as if the hounds of hell were after her. She hid in the shadowy alcove
outside their bedroom door. As Randall came out of the room, changed into
fresh evening clothes at last, she snatched at him and yanked him in behind
the curtain.
For a moment he thought Isolde was trying to patch things up, but one
kiss was enough to alert him to his mistake.
Youre not my wife, he said, struggling to get away from the seeking
wet mouth.
Ill bet youll wish I was by the time I finish showing you a few tricks,
Georgina whispered. She planted a kiss on his lips and clung to him with
almost superhuman strength. He battled with her for several moments, and
as he did so, he heard a gasp.
Isoldes mother and sister-in-law Fanny were gawping at him through the
gap in the curtain. Isolde came up behind them to see what they were staring
at, and was now standing there with her mouth open.
Isolde, darling, I didnt know
Isolde now ran past them all to their room.
Randall rounded on his assailant, who was still trying to kiss him. I want
you out of my house right now, Georgina. Now! Ive never wanted you.
A leopard doesnt change its spots. Youre only saying that because
youve been caught.
Randall stepped back, all patience at an end. His tone was one of cold
fury as he spoke his true mind without the least attempt at civility toward the
woman trying to wreck his marriage.
Ive never desired you, Georgina. I pity the poor man who ever does.
Youre just about the cheapest bit of muslin Ive ever come across. Go try
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your tricks with some other poor desperate fool. You have no hold over me,
and your little sideline in blackmailing unsuspecting husbands is not going
to be so lucrative if I name a few names, now is it?
Blackmail? she tittered. Dont be silly!
You think yourself so clever. The only people who dont know are those
mens poor wives! If a man isnt brave enough to face the consequences, he
ought not to swive you in the first place. Futtering a tart like you wouldnt
be worth the energy it took to pull my todger out of my trousers, and I dont
fancy a dose of the clap for my troubles.
She turned puce, and grew even more irate as several of the witnesses
who had come up to discover what all the commotion was about now
guffawed or gasped and looked daggers at her.
Isoldes mother and sister-in-law were goggle-eyed, but Lady Linleys
mouth quirked at the corners. Blake, Arabella, Eswara and Martin all stared
coldly at the scantily clad girl. This really was the last straw.
Georgina could not believe what had happened to her. How on earth had
he turned the tables on her so utterly? And in the midst of the best of
Somerset Society. This hadnt been part of her plan with Howell at all.
No, you wanted me! Im so lovely, everyone wants me! she wailed.
He shook his head. Who would want a common stale like you when
they could have something good, decent and pure like Isolde? Theres
nothing you have that could possibly tempt me, except a way to destroy
Howell for everything he has done to my family, and even worse, to Isolde.
The woman I love more than life itself.
So if youre in league with him, give him fair warning that if he ever
tries to harm my wife in any way, Ill rip his cullions off and feed them to
the pigs. Leave my house now, Miss Jerome, and never come back.
"And dont you dare try to feed anyone a pack of lies again about having
been made love to by me. It never happened, as you well know. You can tell
the women who helped you with the information about my body and our five
minutes or so together that if they try to damage my marriage, I will ruin
them.
"And ruin you. If you want to keep stringing along poor trusting fools for
money, I suggest you stay the hell out of my way. For I shall have no
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compunction in shredding your reputation the way you've tried to do with

mine.
Georgina, shaken to the core by all he had revealed and said, slumped
against the wall and made her way down the stairs and out the front door. No
one, not even her own family, tried to prevent her leaving.
Then Randall excused himself to his shocked friends and family, and
with stunning blow, kicked down his own bedroom door.
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Chapter Fifteen
Isolde was too stunned by what she had seen to even think clearly.
Randall and Georgina Jerome had been together. He had been kissing her!
How could he? After he had just sworn!
She paced up and down in agony, wringing her hands, until the door flew
inwards with a crash. Randall burst through the portal panting. Please,
Isolde I know what it looked like, but it wasnt, I swear!
Tell me why I should listen to one word that comes out of your mouth!
she demanded lividly.
He spread his hands wide in supplication. Because its the truth. Shes
been collecting information from my past lovers. Using it to hurt us, to erode
your faith in me. Shes really in league with Howell to destroy us both. She
came here tonight to damage our trust. What she didnt know, she made up.
Please, darling, dont let a trollop like Georgina drive a wedge between us
now. Not when we need each other more than ever.
He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair in frustration. She noted as
he raised it that his hand trembled as if palsied. Isolde blinked, astonished
that her husband looked anything less than completely in control.
Please, Im begging you, Isolde! It was a mistake! Georgina tricked me,
grabbed me and kissed me in the shadows of the alcove. Please, my love,
dont let her dent your trust in me. I give you my word. I wasnt tempted by
her. I was tempted by thinking it was you. And only for a second. As soon as
she touched me, kissed me, I knew it wasnt you. I swear by all I hold
scared, I didnt scheme to deceive you, or hurt you.
One question.
What? Anything! he promised frantically.
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Do you want to tie me up?

What?
I said, do you want to tie me up? And make love to me when I am
bound, do things to humiliate me?
No! Bondage? Thats never been my game. Ive never trusted any
woman enough to let me do that, and I wouldnt want them to feel coerced
in any way. I certainly dont want to tie you down, love. I want you all over
my body, in whatever way you like. And I would trust you to tie me, but I
might just go mad longing to touch you. Just the feel of your skin against my
hands is so exquisite, words fail me.
To illustrate, he took one of her hands and began to stroke in both of his
own. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to still his ragged breathing.
More than one woman in the bed? Three?
He glared furiously, his voice as raspy as a file. Dont be absurd! Thats
Howells game, not mine. He and his friends. Ive raked as an outlet for my
bodily needs, but Im not lost to all decency. You're more than enough
woman for me in my lifetime, as you well know. I only wish Id met you
years ago, before I ruined myself and was brought so low as to fool about
with paid companions in the first place!
Isolde released the chair she had been clutching, and came around to sit
upon it, still winded by what she had seen. All right. I believe you.
He nearly collapsed with relief. Thank you. You have no idea.
I believe you. I came back in from the terrace because I realized she had
lied. She only mentioned one scar, the one on your thigh. The virgin game
Howell knew about from the gossip at the club. There were no other
important details to convince me, just some salacious information which
could have been taken from her own personal experience. Youve never tied
them up. Never spent the night with anyone, made love to them in broad
daylight. You werent in Paris in January with a bevy of mistresses, you
were looking after your mother. She was lying. You arent cruel or hurtful.
No, never. A Rake, but not that. And certainly never dozens of
mistresses all at the same time.
I know that now. Im sorry for ever believing
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He kissed her hand. Thank you. I know how hard this must be for you,
this wondering all the time. Believe me, I never want to go back to that
empty life. I would never betray you so cruelly as to give away that which
belongs only to you.
She shook her head. I have no reason to wonder. All those other women
were just, well, a bodily function. What we share is real. Solid. Enduring.
Its all about sharing, not taking and running off. I can see that now. Ive
touched parts of you that no one has ever seen, even knew existed. In the
field that day, you gave me that gift, and so much more. The least I can do is
believe you against that lying strumpet. And anyone else who tries to split us
asunder.
Oh, thank God! he sighed in relief.
She was about to issue him a warning about ever catching him with any
woman in such a manner again, when he turned his back to her to go over to
his dresser. He pulled open the top drawer and removed a large square velvet
box from it. Moving over to her, he knelt at her feet and placed it in her lap,
hardly daring to touch her.
I was going to give it to you tonight when we went to bed, but I want
you to have it now. You must promise me youll never take it off. I had it
made for you specially in London. Id have been home sooner if theyd had
it ready in time. There isnt another of its kind in the world. I want you to
wear it close to your heart and think of our family whenever you do. I
promise I shall give you more fine jewellery one day. Ask and it shall be
yours. But your wedding ring and this necklace, please give me your word
that they will be with you always.
She opened the box and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful cameo en
escalvage she had ever seen. Looking closely, she realised that each panel
was actually a silhouette of each of the children, plus his mother and
himself. His own portrait was in the central panel.
This is our seven months anniversary, and I wanted to show you how
much youve meant to us all. Like the chains on the necklace, youve bound
us all together. You have a golden radiance which lights the darkness, and I
never want anything to separate us. Not ever.
Isolde kissed him tenderly on the forehead, too awed by his incredibly
romantic and loving gift to manage any words that would do her feelings or
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the necklace justice. He buried his head in her lap, almost sending the
necklace tumbling to the floor forgotten.
Thank you, Isolde, for believing me.
Thank you for the lovely gift. I give you my word, Ill never take it off.
Please, darling, put it on for me?
Randall obeyed with alacrity, removing it from its velvet bed. He lifted it,
and opening the strong clasp, fastened it around her neck, then secured it
with a small safety chain. It lay against her throat, still warm from his hands,
and she shivered at the sensual contact.
It nestled around her throat, like a collar of ownership, a manacle... A
silken caress. A promise of many more gifts of love to come. And none of
them bought in a shop.
His hands lingered on her shoulder, and she turned and yanked his coat
off his shoulders and began to unfasten his waistcoat with trembling fingers.
Youre mine. No one elses, do you hear me! she whispered furiously.
I am, all yours, I give you my word. He placed his hands on her heart
and the necklace. I swear by this gift and all we have ever shared, Isolde. I
did not lust after Georgina, did not do anything of my own volition. I tried to
get away from her as soon as I knew she had tried to dupe me. You have no
cause to be jealous.
I can understand it all now, though, Isolde admitted with a tremulous
sigh.
What?
Francis. All I saw was one kiss and I was fit to kill her. Let alone...
He stiffened. Oh darling
Not to reproach you, just to tell you Ive learnt a lot tonight about
myself and you.
Thank you. Thank you for believing me, darling. It means everything to
me, he said, tears in his eyes as he ran his hands over her shoulders and
breasts worshipfully.
Im glad. You mean everything to me now, Randall. Im sorry for all my
doubts. I dont want to fight any more. I want to give you every joy its
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possible for me to give, or for you to feel.

He hurried to the battered in door, closed it, and shoved a small table up
against it.
Then his waistcoat and shirt fell to the floor, and his erection burst forth
as she unfastened his trousers. She raised Randall to his feet, and sat him in
the chair, tugging the fabric down over his hips until they pooled around his
ankles.
Isolde parted her gown, her rosy-tipped breasts thrusting forth from her
chemise. The necklace whispered against the head of his penis as she
trapped him between them.
He clutched the arms of the chair to steady his reeling world. There might
be some disadvantages to her keeping the necklace on all the time, he
reflected, for he loved nothing better than her smooth soft skin under his
hands, against his body. On the other hand, he had never seen her look so
voluptuous as she bared her bosom fully and rubbed against him like a
purring cat.
Randall sought to raise her to her feet, but Isolde clung to his thighs and
suckled him into her mouth with one earth-shattering caress.
She rubbed her cheek against his crisp dark hair with such reverence he
felt he truly knew for the first time in his life what it was to love and be
loved. The sexual ardor they shared was like nothing he had ever
encountered before. But it was the meeting of minds, hearts, and the
empathy of two kindred souls which raised him to the heights of heaven
even with such a simple gesture.
My love, its too good. Im going to lose myself in your mouth in a
moment, he gritted out.
I dont mind, she murmured against his swollen flesh.
I do. I want you, no, need you to be with me when I reach my zenith.
He raised her up with a hand under each arm. Isolde shrugged and sent
her gown to the floor in a shimmer of silk. He stripped off her drawers and
stockings in an instant as she stood before him, then rose from the chair to
carry her to the bed. She had a different plan in mind, however, for she
shoved aside the small table and hauled him out into the corridor.
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Before he could even protest she rammed him into the alcove, twitching
the curtains shut behind her.
She growled, Now youll never be able to look at this alcove without
thinking of me in here. Not Georgina, me!
Its only ever been you, my love, from the first moment we touched.
Then show me. Give me everything, right here, right now.
With the greatest pleasure.
He bent his knees to lift her onto his erection, thinking only to make love
to her up against the wall. But she was so wet and ready for him he froze,
overwhelmed. He was on the brink of release in a second, unable to move
within her for fear of the roar of passion that he was about to bellow out for
the benefit of anyone who walked past.
His knees began to buckle with his passionate trembling. Fearful of
dropping or hurting her, he planted her dainty bottom on the small white
pilaster on the back wall which held an ornate dried flower arrangement,
sending it crashing to the floor.
The pilaster was just the right height for him to press into her, and
Randall had to prop his hands on either side of her to prevent his knees from
giving way. Isolde clung to him fiercely, not complaining about the cool
marble against her backside in her urgent need for him to get even closer, fill
her to the brim with his awesome male power.
Her fingers raked down his buttocks, her ankles crossed around his back,
and she lifted her hips and pulled her legs up towards her waist, propelling
him within her even harder. He pressed her shoulders back against the wall,
took hold of her hips to position her and bent her knees, exposing them to
both their gazes if they cared to look down.
It was the most arousing sight they had ever seen. With one last thrust he
poured into Isolde, until there was no beginning and no ending, just another
plunge upwards to bliss, then a sinking and another surge to madness once
more.
Their mouths swallowed each others impassioned cries of delight as the
bliss tore through them, the hard marble of the pillar against their flesh an
unexpected thrill as they drove each other to near-oblivion.
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At some point Randall managed to lift her off the pilaster and out of the
alcove, for it was in the middle of the hall that her brother Stephen caught
them.
He shook his head and laughed. I say, you two, dont you ever use a
bed?
Sorry, Randall said, clamping one arm over his wifes bosom and his
hand over her dainty auburn curls to shield her before hauling her into the
bedroom and thrusting the table up against the broken portal once more.
Hes right, you know, Randall panted as he laid her on the bed gently
and got in beside her eagerly, anxious to plant himself between her thighs
once more. I do so love being in bed with you.
And I with you. But you need to look at me, Randall, she said softly,
holding him off as he would have entered her.
He raised his lips from her breast. Their gazed mingled, cornflower with
lapis lazuli. Randall, tell me who I am in your life.
He sat up slightly, willing the words to come. They were there in an
instant, pouring forth without a moments hesitation. He told her the entire,
unvarnished truth, for she needed and deserved no less.
Isolde Drake Avenel, my wife, and the woman I shall love for all
eternity. The woman I shall adore every day of this life, and love to
distraction in the next. The most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes or
hands upon, and the other half of myself. The woman who completes me,
makes me whole, the woman who is ever at my side to take on all that the
world chooses to throw at me.
You are the mother of my children, the loving daughter of my mother as
well as your own. A devoted sister, friend, companion to all who meet you.
A kind mistress to the servants, and one of the most Christian and charitable
women I have ever met. You, Isolde, are woman who is perfection in every
way, and one I can never stop admiring, and thanking the Heavens for. For
you truly are a gift from the gods. I love you in every way it is possible for a
man to love a woman, a husband to love a wife.
You, Isolde, are the only woman who has ever tempted me to merge my
life with hers irrevocably. So please believe me when I say that you are the
woman I swear absolute fidelity to now and for always."
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"Oh, Randall."
"No other woman could ever possibly tempt me, for the joy I know
within you, and every moment of the day and night as your husband, is
without compare. I know without the shadow of a doubt that what we share
is so precious, it could never be equalled, let alone surpassed."
She stroked his cheek lovingly, and he planted a heated kiss on her palm.
Trust me, my dearest love. I would never, ever risk what we have by
entertaining any attempt to seduce me away from you for even one second.
There is no greener pasture, no new conquest for my former rakish self.
Youve utterly vanquished me, and I shall willingly be your slave for the rest
of our lives, in bed and out. Not a hussy like Georgina, nor even the most
innocent young wide-eyed country miss could tempt me after the exquisite
ecstasy weve shared. Share every time were together like this. He stroked
his hands down her body reverently.
Her lips parted in a soft sigh of passion.
No ones heart and soul has ever spoken to me as yours does, my
darling Isolde. That day by the ancient stones, your heart spoke to mine. You
asked me what my dreams were when we first married. That was the first
one I ever hoped for, and it means everything to me to know you love me
even after all the dreadful things Ive done. I can only hope you can love me
as much as I love you. That I can be enough for you. For more even than my
own happiness, I need and desire yours.
She stroked his cheek tenderly, and kissed him on the lips. Youre all of
those things to me, and so much more, my darling Randall. Friend, husband,
father to the children, lover. And so much more that there simply arent any
words for. Im sorry I ever doubted you. I never shall again.
I dont blame you. I dont trust myself at times. Ive been a bad man,
foolish and weak. But if any of those doubts ever come up again, just think
of us the way we are here and now, these words Ive said to you. Carry them
in your heart, as you wear that necklace next to it, and know that Im yours
for eternity, Isolde. Nothing will separate us, not even death.
She kissed him. I will remember. Always, she vowed in her heart.
He heard her words within his own head, and pushing back his own fears
and uncertainty, Randall surrendered to the soaring sensation only her love
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could evoke.
He moved against her powerfully, possessing her so completely Isolde
could feel his thrust right down to her toes and up to the top of her head.
The sun burst forth from within them, until she cried out his name in
passionate abandon so loudly that even the most obtuse house guests
downstairs could not fail to grasp the momentous event they were sharing.
Chapter Sixteen
Randall and Isolde stirred drowsily several hours later. Randall wiggled
up the bed to ring the bell before searching for his dressing gown. Bath, and
food. Then we need to see if our guests need anything.
They have the servants to cater to their every whim. Get back in this bed
now, she grumbled from under a pillow.
He gave her a warm smile, and lifting the pillow, kissed her on the lips.
My dear, much as I need and adore you, there are a few other things I
simply must tend to. I might as well get them all out of the way, so we can
go back to bed.
When Henry the manservant opened the door, Randall ordered some
meat, cheese and wine, and for the fire to be banked up and lots of wood
brought. Then he went over to the window, looking out at the sparkling night
sky, and closed the shutters.
He lit a few candles, then vanished into the bathroom, where he began to
run the bath. He took care of some of his more pressing personal needs, and
searched through his necessaire. He laid out his straight razor and some
shaving cream. There was no sense in rasping her tender skin any more than
he already had, though often she claimed she adored it on her back, belly
and thighs.
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He bent to pour some rose oil in the water and inhaled deeply. He started
to hum to himself as he shaved. As he gazed in the mirror, he was sure he
saw a new man. He looked so happy, so content, so alive.
He had Isolde to thank for that. It was all down to her love that he had
come this far, walked away from his past and embraced the future she
offered him. All the boundaries had come tumbling down at last for both of
them, and he refused to be fearful of the future or the intense love they
shared.
Randall had meant every loving word he had said to his wife earlier. She
was the whole world to him. Even his vow of revenge against the men who
had destroyed his father, and against Howell, was as nothing compared to
the enchantment they shared. It was like a heady drug; the more he got, the
more he craved, nay, needed it. Isolde was the opium of his soul, though
instead of calming him, she thrilled him to his very marrow.
He splashed water on his face to rinse off the last of the shaving soap,
tested the tub to make sure it was hot the way she liked, and turned off the
water.
Darling, are you ready? he called.
Um, no, not at the minute. Food first, I think, she sighed, sitting up and
feeling muzzy-headed. She wondered at her world swimming. Her time of
the month was not due for another fortnight or so. She could not imagine
why she felt so faint, and there was such an odd sensation deep within her.
Are you all right? Randall asked, suddenly worried, though he could
not have said why. It was almost as if she were vibrating in front of her eyes,
flickering like a flame. It had to be a draft in there, guttering the candles, he
decided, moving over to the bed to help her sit up.
He thumped the pillows, fluffed them, and pressed Isolde back against
them, while he pulled up the covers over her bare body and tucked her in. He
rearranged her auburn hair so that it no longer hung in her eyes, and kissed
the top of her head.
Better now?
Um, yes. But I would be even better if you got in here to hold me.
He went over to the bench to pick up her dressing gown and wrapped it
around her shoulders carefully. He moved to the hearth and used the last of
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the wood to build up a fine blaze. He returned to her once more just as the
food arrived.
He took the tray from Henry and placed it on her lap. He climbed into the
bed next to her and began feeding her morsels of food, his fingers caressing
and teasing her lips, and alternating with warm kisses. He also pressed a
glass of claret to her lips, making her drink, then kissing the drops from her
lips.
He took a mouthful himself to share by insinuating his tongue into the
sweet cavity of her mouth. She shivered with delight, her nipples peaking,
her thighs aglow.
More servants now appeared with the wood, built up the fire even further,
left a huge pile of kindling behind, and were about to vanish as silently as
they had come.
Will there be anything else, sir? Hopkins the butler asked, his head
around the door ready to beat a hasty retreat and leave the couple to their
usual prodigious lovemaking.
Yes, is my mother well?
Yes, sir. She says you and your wife are to forget all about the
houseguests and the ball tonight. Sarah and Alexander Davenport are doing
the honours. You both need to er, rest. Then he departed.
Randall and Isolde both giggled.
What a weight off my mind, he sighed.
Yes, isnt it.
He ran his hand down her neck and shoulder to cup her breast, and she
ran her fingers into his hair to deepen the kiss.
Mmm, nice. I like that, he purred.
Have you had enough to eat? For if you have, I would truly like to get
into that bath with you.
Yes, please, Isolde.
She clung to him fiercely as he made love to her in the tub, the buoyancy
of the water and the slipperiness of their soaped skin only enhancing the
sensations. It was only when the water grew tepid they moved to the bed. He
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made love to her again with a leisured thoroughness that she struggled hard
against, so urgent was her need for him.
Slowly, dearest. Im not leaving, I promise, he murmured against her
heated flesh.
I cant help it, she said, lifting his head from her breasts, and trying to
pull him up the bed for a kiss. I want you inside me, now. I feel like Ill tear
the bed apart if I dont have you.
He inserted one finger into her and wiggled it. How about this?
She mewed like a kitten and clung onto him more urgently. More,
please.
He slid the finger up onto her pulsing mound and asked her, Or this?
before he slid his tongue into her deeply, moving it in and out with a
compelling rhythm. He kissed her below as eagerly as if it were her mouth,
and then started to nibble at her pearl of pleasure until she groaned torridly.
The passion flooded through Isolde, leaving the secret cove between her
legs pooling with desire. He tasted her urgency; her delicate scent made his
loins seize in sensual agony.
Then he was poised over her thighs, the head of his manhood soon
saturated with her fierce need. Keeping his legs outside of her own, he
slipped in the tiniest fraction, and back out, and in, until she began to beg
anew. He kissed her hard to stifle her desperate pleadings. Pressing his
immense length deeply into her, they both reached their pinnacle and
collapsed like two spent climbers having reached the summit of bliss.
At last he rolled them onto their sides, and holding Isolde as though he
would never let her go, Randall slept the dreamless sleep of contentment,
certain that they had vanquished their enemies at last through the sheer
brilliant force of their love.
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Chapter Seventeen
Randall woke the next morning feeling at last as though all was right
with the world. His enemies had tried to destroy his marriage, but he and
Isolde had only ended up stronger. Yes, it was a wonderful day, and could
only be made better by a loving kiss from his wife.
He reached out for her, but she was not there. He tried not to panic, but
snatched up his dressing gown from the foot of the bed and began to tug it
on. Something had awakened him.
He broke out into a cold sweat.
A sound of some sort. Yes, there it was again! A soft moan of pain.
In an instant he was up on his feet and running for the bathroom. He
flung the door back on its hinges and saw his wife half-prone on the floor
with her head suspended over the watercloset bowl.
Randall clasped her around her shoulders, but she tried to cower away.
I dont want you to see me like this, she complained, before retching
feebly into the toilet once more.
Its all right, darling. Its nothing to be ashamed of. In sickness and in
health, til death do us part, remember?
She gave a feeble heave once more, emptying her stomach completely,
and then laid back into his warm embrace.
He ran for her dressing gown, wrapped her in it, and stood her up on her
feet. He brought her to the sink, helped her rinse out her mouth and clean her
teeth, and washed her face as if she were a small child. He felt almost too
awestruck to speak.
Neither voiced what was both on their minds. It was too frightening, too
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wondrous. They simply went back to bed, where he held her comfortingly
until she made her more rampant desires known. And rampant they most
certainly were
When the next morning came and Isolde lurched out of the bed again and
ran, flooded by an overwhelming wave of nausea, both were sure.
She lifted her head from the toilet at last and looked at him in confusion.
But it isnt possible to have greensickness like this so quickly. I mean, I had
my monthly a fortnight or so ago, and youve only just got back from
London. Now I feel like, well She shrugged. Ever since the other day
when you and I made love in the ruins of the monastery, Ive felt something
strange deep inside. And last night too. But I couldnt possibly feel She
stared at him. Could I?
Why not? Being in love like this is a miracle. Why not the gift of life?
Even I felt something was different when we came home from the fields and
went to bed that day. Like we were both, um, glowing.
She shook her head. Oh, no, we must be imagining things.
He smiled at her. Well, only time will tell. I just hope youre not going
to be ill like this all the time. Not that I mind nursing you, dearest, but youre
rather tempting with that adorable little bottom of yours up in the air. Plus
you spending more time in bed gives me all sorts of wicked ideas.
She grinned. Youre a most naughty man.
Im sorry. But you did say we would be honest.
She fluttered her long eyelashes at him coyly. Then I have to admit I
dont mind. Once my stomach is empty, the rest of me becomes starving for
the kind of sustenance only you can give.
She stood up and cleaned her teeth and mouth. Once she was spearmintfresh tasting, she grasped his hand, led him to the bed, knelt on the mattress,
and stuck her rump in the air.
Adorable little bottom, didnt you say?
He laughed and spread her legs with the large thumbs of both hands,
rubbing her with one while he inserted the other, until Isolde vibrated on the
brink of release.
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Randall, please! Come inside me.

Just enjoy it. I love watching you.
But soon watching was not enough, as one explosive orgasm after
another ripped through her. At last he removed his hands and she collapsed
sideways on the bed, a nerveless mass of quivering need.
He turned her over onto her back and settled himself between her thighs,
his massive erection straining tautly, begging for completion. He entered her
with one sure stroke, and Isolde went wild, arching up into him, drawing
blood as she bit into his shoulder and raked her nails down his back, begging
him for more, urging him ever onwards.
Randall had some fears over hurting her, or the child he was sure he had
set to quickening within her. But he could not have stopped for anything in
the world, even if Isolde had not been driving him upwards to the paradise
he only ever found within her. They both soared and soared.
This time there was no sensation of coming back down to earth, only a
blinding light, a wall of heated brightness, a rainbow of colours shimmering
down, and at last, a dreamless sleep with them locked in each others arms.
Randall and Isolde clung to each as if they would never let go.
A fortnight passed, then a month. As her illness in the mornings
diminished, their certainty grew. Im glad youre not so sick any longer,
he whispered against her brow one morning as she sat up and sipped some
cool milk, and smiled wanly as it soothed her queasy stomach.
Im sure you miss my little bottom, though.
Not at all. I dont want you on the hard marble floor unless I absolutely
cant help myself. And I love our bed. With you in it, of course. If this is
how all women behave when theyre pregnant, its a wonder so many
couples take such great pains to avoid conception.
She kissed him, then frowned.
I know what youre thinking. I give you my word. It may not be an
honorable admission to make, but I knew only too well the rules of the
game. Have your fun, and dont get caught. It wasnt really fun. It just left
me more discontented than ever. There was no loss of control. Always
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preventive measures. There was nothing compared to the pleasure I feel with
you. Youve seen them. Not a single one of the lads and lasses have dark
hair or look like me, now do they. None of the children are mine, I swear.
But I dont love them the less for all that.
"Yet Im glad too in a way, because you're so important, so special in my
life that I want you to have all of me, every single inch of my flesh. All I can
offer you of myself. I only hope that for my first ever child I get a little girl
who looks as lovely as her mother.
She smiled. I hope not, for I would pity the poor child. After your career
as a rake, I think you would lock her up in an ivory tower somewhere to
keep her from marauding males just like you. No, I want a son, tall and darkhaired like his father, with a devastating smile. Just so long as he doesnt try
to roger all the women he comes across just like youve done.
Far be it from me to deny you your hearts desire. So we shall have to
work on having both. And he wont be anything like me. He shook his
head. He shall be happy, never know an ounce of pain or despair. Hell
always be loved and treasured, as I was before everything went so terribly
wrong, he said in an agonized whisper.
She cradled his head softly against her shoulder. No indeed, my love.
He shall suffer none of those things. But I want him to be like you in all
other respects, kind, generous, devoted, and above all, caring of others.
Caring? He grimaced. So caring I killed my own brother.
You were young. You made a mistake. You took one life, but gave the
children a whole new one, each of the eight of them. And me, and now our
child.
He shook his head sadly. It doesnt tip the scale.
I know. But it has to count for something.
I pray God it does, but I have the feeling I shall be going to Hell all the
same.
She kissed him on the lips. Im sure not. Youve already been there so
long.
He hugged her hard. Not since you came to me that first night.
Im glad.
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He heaved a huge sigh and dragged himself out of bed. Well, I got one
of my wishes at least. A couple, actually, he said with a smile as she looked
up at him lovingly. You are looking up at me smiling and happy, and
youre pregnant. Thank you, my love.
A cold chill settled over her for a brief second. She had been so
preoccupied with her pregnancy and her daily life with Randall, that she had
let the rest of the world fall away and not pushed forward with her selfappointed task of discovering who had deliberately set out to destroy
Randalls father.
What? What is it? he asked, seeing her face fall.
Nothing. Im just glad some of your wishes did come true. I only wish
they all could. She felt the icy trickle of fear run down her neck and spine
again. He was right. Some of them had. Was it possible...
Isolde began to seek answers anew, asking to her brother Stephen once
more to go home to Surrey and leave no stone unturned in finding the papers
which her own father had been so certain would incriminate Randalls.
And while Randall worked on his business papers or played with the
children, she spoke with his mother gently, trying to get her to reminisce
about her deceased husband in order to find any hints, names, dates places,
anything she might recall.
At first the Dowager was rather vague and seemed confused. But when
Randall and Isolde broke the news to the family about Isoldes pregnancy,
the whole atmosphere in the house changed, and his mother improved
rapidly every day.
One bright morning, Isolde went in to see how her mother-in-law had
fared during the night, and discovered she had actually put on a proper day
gown and had had her hair dressed. A week later, she was sitting up in bed
reading a book.
Come in, dear, she said with a broad smile.
Isolde wondered at the marvelous progress she was making. Another
wish come true....
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Lady Hazelmere was in a talkative mood. As always, Isolde loved to hear

any details she could about Randall and his boyish escapades. But today her
discourse took an unexpected turn in more ways than one.
I was always so proud of Randall. He was the best of my sons in so
many respects. He was such an affectionate and loving boy, until he had the
misfortune of meeting Clarissa Dawson. Damn near ruined him. He was so
decent a lad. Outgoing but sensitive too, and fiercely intelligent. Adored his
studies, was all set to take a First at Oxford even though he was not quite
eighteen. Then his brother was killed, she eloped, and he changed
completely.
Killed. In the war you mean? Isolde asked as she poured the tea.
She shook her head. No, that was Robert and Michael who went into the
Army. No, I'm talking about Francis and the riding accident. We all adored
Michael, but he was so difficult. So uncompromising about everything he
ever did. Francis was Randalls last straw in some ways, just as Michael
dying at Toulouse was my husbands. Nothing was ever the same for them
again. I think my husband began to lose his fight after that. He had been ill
for quite some time, you know.
Isolde looked at her in surprise. No, I didnt know that. Randall never
mentioned it.
Her mother-in-law nodded. At first we though it was grief over Robert
dying in 1812. He became very thin and pale, wouldnt eat and couldnt
sleep. Then he began to get more and more forgetful, and had to go around
with all sorts of notes to remind himself of people, places and things."
"That's not uncommon with age."
"True, but it got to the point he did not dare be without me or his
secretary to help him with all his work. Sometimes I couldnt even be sure if
he knew who we were. Toward the end he was certain that Randall was
Michael. They were the most physically similar of the boys, apart from the
eyes."
"I see," Isolde said tightly, the burden of the secret she was carrying
weighing heavily on her conscience now.
Before my husband began to get really badly off, he made me promise
that I would never let him become some gibbering idiot who had to be
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locked away in an institution. I gave him my word, and he had a small vial
of opiate prepared for the end," she confessed in a low tone. "But I couldnt
do it. I kept hoping against all hope that he would somehow come back to
us.
I suppose mercifully by the time my husband Michael died, he wasnt
even aware of most of what was going on around him. Having raised five
sons to manhood, and then to lose four of them, was devastating. It's the
hardest thing that any loving parent could ever have to bear.
"Thats why Randall was so happy to take on the children. To try to make
a fresh start for our family. Its been the making of him, now that youve
helped bond them into a real family, not the flotsam of the debaucheries of
some of his friends, and the poor unwanted orphans of others.
Tell me about his fathers death again. Randall told me he died of
apoplexy.
His mother shot her a nervous look from under her lashes. At length she
said, That was what Blake told him. It was kinder than the truth, that he
gave up, took the drug himself. My beloved Michael promised me he
wouldnt, that he would say goodbye, that we would decide when it was the
right time. But when the scandal broke, well....
The scandal, Isolde said quickly. If your husband was forgetful, then
how would it have been possible to steal from the investment bank? He
surely could not have been so organised. And if not him, then who? You
said he had a secretary.
She shrugged one shoulder, as if the matter were of little importance. I
dont know what ever happened to him. He vanished at about the same
time.
Vanished, you say? she said with a start.
Yes. Never even came to the funeral, after all those years they were
together.
And Clarissa vanished? Isolde said, wondering why this struck her as
odd.
Her mother-in-law looked confused for a moment at the seeming non
sequitur. Yes, I suppose so. I mean, she eloped, but she never came back to
the district to show off her conquest, or contacted anyone that we know of.
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We never did learn who she ran off with.

"Her poor parents always prayed she would return with a little grandchild
or two but she never did. Probably married a rum one, ended up in the
Americas or some such thing." She shook her head, though her tone held
little pity. "She was never one for education, so I suppose its not so strange
that after all these years they've never had a letter from her.
Still, she could afford a scribe for a few pennies, Isolde said quietly,
her mind awhirr.
Lady Hazelmere shrugged. She must be poorer than we think, then. Or
is just indifferent to her parents. She was never a devoted child like Randall.
Nor like you. Youve been the making of him. She would have been the
ruination. Of all my sons. Her lips thinned.
Oh, Im not so sure about that. I love him, but Randall is very unhappy
deep down inside. I just wish there was more I could do to help. He still
wants answers as to who gave my father those papers which seemed to
confirm that he had peculated funds from the investment bank. The fact that
your fathers secretary disappeared suggests something seriously amiss.
Randall said he doesnt even know who all the partners were in the scheme.
If they are so determined to keep their identities secret, and havent come
forward to get any return on their investment from this estate now that the
Earl has passed away, it suggests to me that they have not done so because
they already got what they wanted, and do not dare come out into the light of
public scrutiny.
A new light sparked in the Dowager's eyes. I know my husband was
innocent, but I could never prove anything. And I was ill with grief. He was
dead, so there seemed little point in investigating the matter further.
Honour is important to Randall, though he feels he has little enough
himself. But he adored his father, his family.
Little enough family left now, the Dowager Lady Hazelmere sighed.
The worry which had been flickering on the edge of her consciousness
now came forward, and Isolde gave voice to it almost without being aware
of it. If Randall dies, who would inherit the title?
Lady Hazelmere shook her head. If Randall died without issue? Im not
exactly sure. The eldest cousin named in my husbands will. We have many
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cousins. I never worried my head over it because I had five sons.

But you only have one now," Isolde said through stiff lips. "So who are
these cousins?
The Howells, the Baggotts, and the Tavistocks, I think in that order. I'm
not sure which of them is eldest now.
Isolde gripped the arms of her chair as the floor appeared to slide away
from her. The Howells are eldest? she gasped.
She nodded. Randall mentioned them, did he? They spent a great deal of
time with us here until Francis died. Now they live in Surrey, I believe. Two
brothers and sister. The eldest boy a real scholar, but I think I heard he had
passed a year or two back. The sister a quiet little thing, very smart."
"What about the third one, a boy, I think you said," Isolde whispered.
The older woman waved her hand dismissively. "A most unsavoury
rogue even as a lad.
Isolde could see it all now. She rose from her chair and began to pace up
and down. You are correct. He's always been most unsavory. For you see,
he's a distant cousin of mine as well. It must have been his brother's death
that set all of this in motion."
"All of what?" her mother in law asked in confusion.
"I never met his elder brother. He was at university, and was then a man
of business. Once he was dead"
The older woman was staring at her as though she had taken leave of her
senses. "I'm sorry if I seem to be talking in riddles, Madame, but you see,
after my own father died, seemingly of a stroke, our affairs were also in
complete disarray, just as yours were when your husband's secretary
disappeared. We were told my father's estate could be tied up for years. It
was Chauncey Howell who tried to debauch me himself, thinking I would
give in to him to help my family."
"Oh, my poor dear girl."
"When that failed, he tried to get me to compromise my reputation with
Randall. He planned for he and Randall to fight a duel over me. He knew he
would inherit. Knew Randall had bought his vowels to help out a friend."
"Are you sure of all this?" she gasped.
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Isolde nodded. "When his first scheme, failed he tried to get my brother
to duel and kill Randall. If Stephen had succeeded, Howell would have
inherited. If my brother had failed, Howell would also have inherited."
"I don't follow"
"At the very least, my sisters and I and my mother would have been left
without a male protector. Since we too are related distantly to the Howells, I
would not be at all surprised to discover he was the next in line for our estate
as well. My God, the man is a fiend.
She had sensed Howells dark aura more and more. Randalls own aura
was red, with the black swirling and hovering like a malicious blight on his
life. Was it possible...?
Lady Hazelmere, Mother, I know this is hard for you, but please, can
you tell me about Franciss death?
She sighed. There isnt much to tell. He fell from his horse, broke his
neck.
Randall told me that Francis and Chauncey were friends.
Thats right, they were. In fact, it was Howell who was out riding with
him the day he was killed.
An overwhelming sense of dread had Isolde sit down with a thud on the
edge of the bed facing the older woman. Tell me everything about Francis.
I need to know, she said urgently.
Lady Hazelmere smiled. My second son. Stunningly handsome in his
own way, though still not as good-looking as Michael and Randall. Very
religious, adored horses. Like them better than people, I think. He had a
favourite chestnut stallion called Blarney, and had been training a
remarkable jet-black Arabian called Blaze. It had only the tiniest white spot
on its forehead, hence the name. Magnificent animal.
He went out riding Blaze one day. It tried to jump a wall, broke its legs,
threw him. He was killed. Blaze had to be put down. Poor Blarney was
devastated, pined away Im sure, for it died shortly afterwards. Such a
shame. Such a waste.
"Blaze was a high-spirited horse, but not foolish or headstrong in my
sons hands. Cant imagine what happened. Something must have startled
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him. An animal breaking cover, a blow? She shrugged.

And your son?
A broken neck and huge stripe across his chest. He might have hit a
branch, I suppose. Been unhorsed, got back on but wasnt quite steady. I
dont know.
And where was Randall when all this happened?
At Oxford studying for his exams.
And did he come home for the funeral?
She shook her head. No, his father insisted he remain where he was, try
to finish his degree.
And has he ever spoken of this to you, returned here?
No, never. Randall never came back to Somerset, not until you
persuaded him to return.
Isolde had been trying to summon up her vision again, and recollect
Randalls version of events. You said a black stallion? Blaze? she asked
quietly, her mind racing.
She nodded. "Yes, he was black. And he was called Blaze. What a
bargain he was, she reminisced. A local landowner was in Queer Street
and had to sell. Splendid beast, though Blarney was still his first choice of
mount unless he was racing.
And he and Howell would race?
Oh my, all the time. The only kind of flesh Howell liked better than a
womans, or so everyone hereabouts used to say.
Isolde shuddered. So Randall has never got over Franciss death?
And his fiancees defection. Now there was a little minx of the first
water. She never loved Randall. Didnt even know that she had the wrong
brother by all accounts.
Isolde stared at her mother-in-law. Pardon?
Her lips thinned. She was after Michael the heir, of course. They were
so physically similar that if you didnt get a good look at them to see the age
difference, and the eyes, you wouldnt have been able to tell them apart.
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"She, er, tampered with Randall in the stables one day. He came and told
everyone he had met her, that there was an understanding between them.
"Everyone shook their head and remained silent. He was such a good
loving little chap, we hadnt the heart to tell him what she was really like.
We knew he would find out in time, but at least he wouldnt hate us for
speaking ill of her, or opposing his will in any way."
"I see." Isolde settled herself more comfortably, as the whole sorry tale
began to unfold for her at last.
But tolerating Clarissa was like letting the serpent into the Garden of
Eden. She was appalled that she had got the fifth and least son. But she was
nothing if not clever. She used her intimacy in the family to try to get one of
the eldest to succumb to her blandishments. Michael and Robert went to
war. That left Francis or Mark. Poor bookish Francis was dazzled. He had no
idea he was well and truly caught until he was netted. I found them together
in the library."
Isolde blushed. "Oh my"
"Randall had given me his word he was not bedding her. Apparently my
second son had no such scruples. I was appalled. They were little better than
beasts in the field from what I could see. I warned them to desist, and to be
honest with Randall the next time he was home from college, after his
examinations. For Clarissa to tell him the engagement was off, and for
Francis to admit he had been rutting with her like a ram from almost the
moment they had met, and that there was of course no question of marriage
for any of them."
"I understand. But it never came to pass."
She shook he head and sighed. "No, it never did. Francis died. When he
was gone, I went through his things just to protect his good name. I found
some correspondence between them which seemed to indicate that she really
did love him. Not that it made much difference, considering how much they
had betrayed and abused everyones trust. She made it easy, though, in the
end. She ran off with someone else, and Randall never had to know the truth
about his betrayal at the hands of the two people he had loved the most.
Isolde stared at her for a moment. Were you not surprised by this? I
mean, Clarissa had Francis, and Randall on the hook, both of them wealthy,
well-connected men, yet she fled without so much as a word or hint to
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anyone? And no letters home to her parents in all these years, when you tell
me on the one hand that she wasn't much of one for education, yet she wrote
love letters to the man just down the road?
Lady Hazelmere waved it away airily. She enjoyed the power she had
over men. She was blond and simpering, but with eyes as cold and
calculating as a clerk in a counting house. There were rumours about her and
a sandy-haired man from hereabouts seen trysting bare bottomed in the
fields, but I never could find out more than that.
Sandy-haired?" Isolde repeated. "Like Howell?
Yes, I suppose so, Lady Hazelmere said in an off-hand tone, then
blinked and stared at her lovely daughter-in-law. Howell! Egad! Of course.
He was at the house here all the time, and his estate was only a step down
the road from Clarissas. We trusted him! Well, I did! Randall was always
jealous. He used to offer to do the decent thing, escort her back and forth
from here to her home so he neednt bother!
He did more than escort her, is my guess, Isolde said drily. And was
certainly not doing the decent thing.
Damnation, Lady Hazelmere swore.
Quite. Isoldes mind boggled at the enormity of what she suspected.
But how to get proof? It was clear from the two vastly differing stories,
that Randall had not killed his brother after all. But it was equally unclear
whether Howell actually had, or if a genuine accident had robbed the young
man of his life. She needed to know somehow, needed certainty.
You think Howell killed her, dont you? her mother-in-law asked.
Yes. And for the same reason, he also killed Francis. Because he wanted
Clarissa for himself.
The older woman gasped. Killed Francis?"
Isolde nodded grimly. "You said it yourself, they often went out riding."
"Yet it's so long ago. How can we be sure?
I dont know. We cant even be certain that she's dead. And if she is,
that we wont be opening up a whole can of worms, with Randall being
blamed because she was his fiancee.
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We need to know the truth.

Yes, yes we do, Isolde said with sigh.
At the back of her mind was the thought that even though Randall had
not actually killed his brother after all, it was still perfectly possible that he
had murdered Clarissa in a jealous rage.
But no, she knew her husband. She had never seen him really angry with
anyone except himself. Even when the children would try the patience of a
saint, he would laugh and reprimand them in a firm but calm tone. He was a
master of his passions, in bed and out.
Even during their wildest lovemaking he had never hurt her or suggested
anything that could be construed as dangerous. Never tried to hit, spank,
strangle or tie up the way some men did, according to the many women at
the clinic she had seen with all sorts of bruises. The nasty things Georgina
had said, which she was sure were her own personal experience.
Even when Randall had tried to harm his brother, he had not gone in and
thumped him into dust the way most men would have. He had simply cut the
girth strap. It could have caused simple injury, not necessarily death.
She knew Randall had been undefeated at boxing at Eton. Philip had told
her he had defended himself only, when the need had arisen. He had never
been the aggressor.
Even when Howell had been screaming at him in his bedroom the night
they had first made love, and tried to assault him, Randall had not fought
back. His true strength lay in his mind and character, not his huge body.
No, he would not have murdered Clarissa in cold blood. Not now, not
then.
But Howell would have. A young, impetuous Howell, slave to his
passions? He would have. And done a whole lot more besides if the prospect
of becoming the Earl of Hazelmere were suddenly not just a dream, but one
step away from actuality.
Damn, Isolde said, pacing up and down. What do we do? Who can we
tell?
The Bransons are the law hereabouts, and can undertake any
investigations required. Both are good men. On the Rakehell fringe, so they
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are. Rakehells. Such a dashing name, though it made me shudder at first.

Good solid men I would want to have in my corner any day. We need to find
out the truth, discover what happened to Clarissa Dawson.
Aye. Ill go to Mi- m-my friend Philip Marshall, and perhaps also to
Thomas Eltham, the Duke of Ellesmere, and tell them everything. But first
we need to tell Randall what really happened to Francis.
The older woman blinked. What really happened? I dont understand.
Randall knows.
She shook her head. Believe me, he doesnt know. But he needs to hear
it. Now.
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Chapter Eighteen
Lady Hazelmere frowned in confusion at Isolde's insistence that she
repeat all she had said about Francis' death to Randall.
But she did as she was requested, and Randall went from squirming, to as
still as a stone as his mother recounted every detail of that fateful day.
So Howell came back on Blarney, and alerted the household," she
recounted, drawing close to the end of her narrative. "Your father went out
to fetch the poor boy home. He also put wonderful Blaze out of his misery.
Alas, things were never the same since. You never came back here, and our
happy home became a house of sorrow. You flubbed your exams, and were a
nervous wreck. You took to drinking and swiving, and youve been on an
unsteady path ever since. The only thing thats saved you has been your love
of the rest of us, and your painting."
Randall rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, as though he had been punched.
When Michael died, I saw all the light go out of you, and when your
father died, I saw you at the depths of despair. But youve done your duty,
and never complained. Your father may never have imagined you in the role,
or groomed you up meticulously to be the Earl, but he would have been so
proud of you, my dear Randall."
"Do you really think so, Mother?" he whispered.
"Youre your own man in a lot of ways, strong, and you no doubt would
have quarrelled if he had ever known you would be the heir. But youve set
your mark on the Earldom in only a few short months. Youve fought in
Parliament for your principles. No one could be more proud of you than he
and I. For I am sure wherever he is, he sees you, sees you and loves you, as
did all your brothers.
I wish I could believe that, Randall rasped, the tears streaming down
his face now.
I dont know why youve never believed you were worthy of love. Just
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because Clarissa threw you over? There were plenty of other more worthy
women who would have laid down their lives for you, and anything else you
asked for! her mother exclaimed impatiently.
"Mother!"
No, Randall, it's high time we all told the truth around here. So to put it
plainly, you were an innocent virgin, and Clarissa led you around by your
cock, keeping you all hot and bothered. But the truth is, all that time she was
futtering Francis."
Randall gasped, but didn't even try to deny it.
"I know. I saw them together. They were supposed to tell you when you
got home after your graduation. I told him if he didnt, he was a coward and
no son of mine.
Oh Lord. You knew? Randall said, looking aghast.
She blinked in surprise. Practically everyone knew. The affair had been
going on at least since you had got engaged at sixteen. You were at Oxford,
lost in your studies. Tender and trusting. Your father was furious, but we
agreed to keep it from you until you got your First. We couldnt let you
make the biggest mistake of your life in marrying a girl like that, or throwing
it all away over such a worthless jilt.
"When Francis died, there seemed little point in telling you they had been
in love. Well, as far as a flighty little bit of skirt like her could be in love.
There were her letters swearing undying devotion to Francis, but she never
even came to the wake or the funeral, just vanished with her new lover."
Randall shook his head and sighed.
"Im sorry I never said anything now, kept it from you, but since Clarissa
was gone, where was the harm in trying to preserve happy memories of your
brother? He loved you even if his head was turned. You have to believe that.
We all loved you. Theres so much in you to love, if only you would believe
it. Believe in yourself.
Isoldes vision of the stable, the black and red swirling, was so powerful
she almost choked. She pushed it to one side as she grabbed a swaying
Randall before he hit the floor, and shoved him backwards into his chair.
Oh, God, thank God, he wept against her bosom.
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"It's all right, my love."

But it wasn't. Randall was shuddering and making a noise reminiscent of
an animal in pain.
Lady Hazelmere grew so alarmed at his reaction to what she had just told
him that she rang for Hopkins to send for Blake or Eswara.
No, Mother, really, Im fine. Its just been a huge shock, he wheezed.
Come, love, I think you need to lie down.
Isolde took her husbands massive weight around her shoulders and with
a reassuring nod to her mother-in-law, led him back to their chamber,
undressed him and put him to bed.
She stroked his dishevelled hair back from his brow and dried his tears
with a dozen handkerchiefs.
When she thought he was asleep at last, she began to rise from the bed,
but his hand shot out like lightning to stay her.
No, please, dont leave me.
I never shall, darling Randall, she vowed.
I know it now. Ive feared it even more than going to Hell for my
crimes. That one day you would look at me with disgust and contempt.
But youve never done anything wrong except love. Unwisely and too
well, but it was all love.
No, it wasnt. It was infatuation, lust, jealousy, perhaps, but not love.
But you did love your family. You always have, always will. You love
the children.
I love you. More than I can ever begin to say. Youve given me so much
already. This means everything.
And Id like to give you more, she said softly.
He put his hand on her belly, thinking she meant the child she carried
within her. You have. So much. My whole life now. And more with each
and every passing day.
Isolde thought of Michael, and all she had learned of Randalls fathers
death. She would stake her life on the fact that Howell had been involved in
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discrediting the confused older man too. And was sure that he had been
involved with Clarissas death. But she needed proof...
Randalls hands upon her wakened her from her reverie.
You should rest, dear, she sighed, trying to evade his questing fingers.
I need you now, love you so much.
He caressed her so tenderly her bones began to melt. She undressed
herself now and lay on her side. He glided into her and she gasped at the
sudden tempestuous urgency she could feel roiling through her. He kissed
her like a starving man, but forced himself to be slow and gentle.
Take what you need. Im all yours, heart and soul, my body too.
Her eyes flew wide, but his mouth never left hers. Randall, what
Its love. You told me that the day we made love in the field. The rainbow
that lights our way. The blending of our two souls. No more boundaries
between us, darling. I want to be in the light. Open yourself to me. All of
you.
Yes, oh yes....
Randall rolled her under him and paused, staring. He closed his eyes and
saw her new visions clearly, all of them, a dark-haired man with the pale
blue eyes of a wolf, Howell, and the burning stables, the swirling blackness
surrounding them...
But the stables are standing. And thats my brother Michael. How did
you...
She moved under him and pulled him tightly into her rippling flesh. His
orgasm burst through them like a shooting star, searing everything in its
fiery wake.
I love you, Isolde.
I know, darling. I love you. Will do anything for you.
I know that.
Forgive me, Randall.
Forgive...?
He collapsed on top of her like the dead, all passion spent, the tumultuous
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emotions of the day overcoming him at last.

Isolde rolled him over gently and slipped from the bed. She dressed
hastily and took out the valise full of papers from her fathers desk which
she had concealed in her wardrobe. She ordered the carriage around, and
hurriedly headed for Bath.
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Chapter Nineteen
Isoldes meeting with her brother-in-law Michael did not take long. She
explained all she had learned from his mother, and said, I need your help. I
know my suspicions sound unfounded, but I've seen first-hand what Howell
is capable of. He'll stop at nothing to get the Earldom. If you wont come out
of hiding to claim your rightful place so as to draw off Howell and his dogs,
then please, gather the Rakehells together and help me find the truth.
Michael nodded. I shall do the latter. Not because Im afraid of Howell,
but because I dont want Randall to give up his position as Earl. Not when
hes come so far, and accomplished so much. But I give you my word, if
there's anything to find, we shall find it. I shall simply tell the Rakehells to
leave my name out of it.
These papers are a start, in any case," she said, holding up a small sheaf
of the evidence she had shown him. "And even if we dont find what were
looking for, better to have your father know as an ill man, than as a thief or a
fool.
Michael nodded. Aye, Ill speak to Blake. He kept the suicide quiet, as it
would only have added to the scandal. And it would have upset Randall no
end. The very least we can do, though, is let people know how ill he had
been, and find his secretary.
Did you know him?
Yes, he was a little man with only one hand. His left one. He'd been
with father for years.
She felt her stomach stir uneasily. In that case we need to find out if any
one-handed corpses have pitched up out of the Thames.
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He shot her an astonished look, but nodded.

Tell me something, Isolde, he said after a time.
She frowned, wondering at his strange tone. Yes?
How did your own father die?
She stared at him. He died in his sleep. Heart attack, they thought. He
laid down on the couch in his study for a nap, and
Was the study on the ground floor?
Why, yes.
And was the door locked or unlocked?
Unlocked.
The window open or closed?
French windows. Open. Merciful Heavens!
Our friend Howell has been a busy man indeed. I never met your father,
but he had the reputation of being a fair man. If he had learnt he had been
duped, he would have exposed the culprits, and admitted he was wrong no
matter what the consequences.
She nodded. Yes, he would.
Come here and take some paper. Write out all you know for Alistair,
including what happened with Francis, though you can leave out the part
about the cut girth strap. Make a copy for the Bransons as well. I know them
through Blake and his cousin Martin, and he is a close friend of Clifford
Stone, who is a decent man in every respect, and will want to help.
"If Clarissa Dawson is still alive, were going to find her. If not, well, we
can only hope her parents have kept her things all these years, and
something might have been left behind.
She smiled in sheer relief. Thank you. This is more than I could have
hoped.
No it isnt. Id like to think Id do anything for my family to keep them
safe.
They dont need to be kept safe from you!
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His pale blue eyes glittered coldly. Please allow me to decide that for
myself.
All the same, we're going on an excursion to Cheddar George en famille
for All Hallows Eve. We promised the children ages ago, but simply
havent had the time. All the Rakehells are going too. So if you turn up with
your family, perhaps the reunion will not be so awkward?
He opened his mouth to refuse automatically, but his wife entered the
room and stated, Hallows Eve, did you say?
Yes, thats right.
The Celtic New Year.
So you believe in the myths like Arabella?
And a few of my own Welsh ones, Bryony said with a laugh.
I see. Id like to learn more some time.
You know all you need to know, my dear. Well think about the
invitation. Thank you. But now you need to go. Your husband is looking for
you. You need to find him, now.
Isolde stared at the couple for a moment longer, and then found herself
hoisting her skirts well over her knees as she ran through the corridor and
out the front door.
She shouted to the carriage driver to take her back to Barkston House as
quickly as possible, shivering the whole way. For she could see it all in her
minds eye now, and prayed she was not too late.
As she neared Brimley, she removed all of her petticoats and tucked her
skirt through her legs and up into the sash of her gown. She wrapped her
handkerchief around her face, and took the contents of the water carafe from
the sideboard of the carriage and doused herself with it.
Stop the carriage! she commanded at the bottom of the drive.
She clambered onto the box, and grabbing the reins, ordered the driver to
get down. Run for help, and as much water as you can get.
"But Miss"
"Just do it!"
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The confused young man stared at her for a second, then began to run.
Hiya! she shouted as she whipped the horses up into a trot and headed
for the stables at the back.
She could see black smoke pluming up over the lofty autumn foliage, and
drove the team harder. She gave them a full head, and steered them straight
for the barred double doors. Barred from the outside....
She hated doing it, but she was killing two animals to save dozens. And
the man she loved
At the last possible moment she swung down onto the side of the box,
jumped and rolled. She tucked her arms around her belly and prayed the
child within her would be safe. It was a risk she simply had to take to rescue
Randall.
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Chapter Twenty
Randall had awakened late and found his wife gone from their bed.
Whilst he had been worried at her leaving without so much as a kiss, he
knew he simply had to trust her.
He searched the house, checked on the children, helped with their
lessons, and still she did not appear.
When Hopkins told him she had gone to Bath, he relaxed at last, for he
was sure it was simply yet another shopping expedition for their growing
brood. Though disappointed she would probably not be home for hours, he
tried to subdue his restlessness with some paperwork.
After an hour at his desk, though, he was still feeling restive. He decided
the day was too fine to stay indoors waiting for his wife. He decided he
might as well finish the painting of their special spot at the old ruined
monastery which he had wanted to give her as a gift. Call him sentimental,
but it was the place he was certain their child had been conceived.
He changed his clothes himself, wondering why his valet didnt come at
his ring, until Hopkins arrived and reminded him that the servants were
taking their half holiday that day.
Unwilling to make more of a fuss for his manservant than he already had,
he went down the back stairs with his painting supplies and strode out to the
stables himself.
He placed his canvas and paints on the grass outside, and looked around,
marvelling at the sunlight dappling on the trees, the dazzling effect of light
and shadow.
He walked the rest of the way to the stables, and entered. His back
prickled with uneasiness, the terrible recollection of what he had seen, what
he had done, or almost done, making him shiver.
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Then the utter silence struck him. He looked around, called out. He knew
most of the servants were out for the afternoon, but it still seemed odd that
there were no grooms around to tend to the magnificent stallions and
geldings.
He entered the first stall to saddle his horse. A movement behind him
caught his attention, but before he could respond, the huge double doors
were slammed shut behind him. He could hear the heavy wooden bar thunk
into place in the metal supports outside. There was the sound of whispering,
and then a shower of lighted flambeaux came down through the high
windows. They were too high for him to stop them, or to climb out.
Then he noticed the strong smell of lighting oil as the torches landed and
set the whole barn crackling to life.
Randall grabbed some horse blankets, dunked them in the water troughs,
and began to beat at the flames. But try as he might to put out the small
blazes, no sooner was one extinguished than another burst forth.
Choking on the smoke he shouted for help, tried to calm the now
screaming horses, and attempted to find a way out.
He snatched up a discarded axe and tried to hack a hole in the door, but
could feel himself growing more and more unequal to the struggle against
the fumes.
Damn Howell, he had to have done this....
He wasnt so sad about giving up his own life, were it not for the fact that
he dreaded to think what would happen to Isolde without him.
But his resignation soon turned to fury. Damn it, he had never been more
happy, the thought, giving the door a mighty blow.
And he hadnt killed Francis after all. He smashed the axe against the
wood again. And he was not just going to give up the ghost. He took
another mighty swing.
Not when he had a wonderful wife to share his life with. A new baby on
the way that he simply had to see for himself.
But despite the succession of blows, the door was still solid and
unyielding. He had to come up with another plan, and quickly too.
He crawled low on the ground, and doused himself in one of the water
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troughs as flaming hay showered down onto him from the loft above. He
might be able to climb out one of the windows if he ascended the ladder and
tried to jump, but he felt like all the breath had left his lungs.
He knew that his best chance was to lie down, try to stop his clothes from
setting alight, and try to find some good clean air from an opening in the
stone walls. But he hated the thought of the death his familys precious
horses were going to endure...
What should he do?
Isolde, he sighed, her name on his lips like a prayer.
He longed to see her, touch her once more. Surely this couldnt be the
end. Not when he had at last found peace. Not when he had so much to live
for?
Just as he began to pray more fervently than he ever had in his life, the
double door splintered inwards, shaking the building to its foundations.
Randall could hear the team neigh in agony as the runaway coach careened
into the barn with a tangle of legs, bone, wood and leather harness.
Randall was instantly up and running, pointing the pistol he had been
debating using on himself or the horses if he was certain the end was nigh.
Now he discharged the two wounded animals with a single bullet to the
head each, and began to heave the wreckage aside. His wife hove into view
like a vision of heaven, shaking from head to toe, but otherwise unharmed.
He threw his arms around her for a moment, tugging down the kerchief
over her face and kissing her ardently.
I love you.
I know. Me too, Isolde. Come, we need to save them.
He lifted his lips, and she pulled up her kerchief and made him tie his
own around his face. Together they swung outwards the remnants of one of
the heavy double doors. She snatched her discarded petticoats out of the
ruined carriage and handed some of them to Randall.
Like a well-oiled machine they worked together, leading all of the
mounts out one by one to run down the drive or into the paddock.
At the fifth stall she halted in horror, for there was their chief horse
trainer Mac with his throat slit from ear to ear.
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Randall!
He carried the body out, but it wasnt long before she found the second
and third, two of the hapless stable boys.
She lifted the smaller of the two and laid him out on the grass, then raced
back in to free the rest of the horses who refused to come out of their opened
stalls.
Blinkering them with her petticoats, she carried on leading them out until
more help arrived from the house at last, and the rest of them were finally
brought to safety.
Isolde sat on an up-ended tub wheezing. We need to know how many
servants are unaccounted for. Its their half-holiday today. There are those
three dead that I can be sure of, but we need to know for certain. I suspect
there might be one or two in the loft, but youre not going up there. The
whole thing is about to collapse.
Hopkins and the others were still game to go in and try to put out the fire,
but Randall ordered them to halt.
No! My wife is right. Its too dangerous. Just let it all go. Hopkins,
please get the magistrates. It appears we have a murderer in the district.
Then he doubled over and began to vomit, and collapsed onto the ground
in his wifes lap, his ordeal overcoming him at last.
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Chapter Twenty-one
Randall slept like the dead for hours. Blake told Isolde it was probably
the emotional strain of the fire in the stables and the murdered servants that
had taken its toll even more than the smoke he had inhaled while he had
been trapped in the barn.
Eswara had examined her after her jump from the coach, and pronounced
her fit and strong despite her ordeal. The older woman reminded her to come
for regular visits now that her pregnancy was proceeding apace, and left her
watching over her unconscious husband.
The following morning, with Randall still asleep, Isolde went out to join
Geoffrey Branson the magistrate and his son Malcolm to sift through the
remains of the burnt-out stables.
Apart from some melted bits of silver which had once ornamented the
harnesses, and a couple of horse shoes and the anvil, nothing remained now
except a burnt-out stone shell.
Any word on Howell?
He had three witness who swear he was drinking with them in The
Royal Oak in Barton. The landlord recognises him, but he cant say for sure
he was in yesterday or not, for he's a regular, and there was a local cricket
game on. Many people were in and out.
Drat the bastard. Always one step ahead, always so bloody clever.
Calculating. Never makes a mistake. He knew it was the servants half
holiday. He was just waiting for one or the other of us. Cold, cunning
bastard, she muttered.
Im not so sure. This strikes me as a crime of passion in some ways, if
the enmity youve accused him of is anything to go by. Yes, Ive spoken
with Michael, Malcolm told her in response to her surprised look. Last
night.
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What could Randall possibly have ever She laughed shortly. Of

course. Clarissa. But she eloped... Or was killed? Never came back. The last
anyone saw of her, she was swiving Francis in these stables.
What did you say? Malcolm said, frowning.
"I said, the last they ever saw of Clarissa Dawson was here" Her words
trailed off as she stared over at the far end of the barn. The sunlight
streaming in was illuminating a caved-in area of the floor under the place
where the loft ladder would have once stood.
Give me that shovel, will you? she asked one of Geoffreys deputies,
holding out her hand.
They protested, but she waggled her fingers imperiously until they gave
in and surrendered it. She stabbed it into the ground and pushed down on the
lug with her foot, and scooped up a bladeful of the hard-packed earth.
A fourth determined thrust of the tool yield a harsh scraping sound, and
the unmistakable whiteness and curve of a pelvic bone swathed in tattered
yellow silk.
God in Heaven, she gasped.
Malcolm stared, and shouted to his men to come over and work more
carefully.
Isolde handed the shovel back, and told them to come up to the house to
report on what she had found when they were finished.
She saw Malcolm looking pityingly at her. She glared at him and shook
her head. We know who that is. Clarissa Dawson. But Randall didnt do it.
Howell killed Randalls brother, Im sure of it. He fancied the wench for
himself. We need proof, though. A crime of passion, you said. Lets pray to
God he was careless.
I cant take your word for it though, Isolde. If we have any doubts, we
will need to arrest Randall, he warned.
Then take your time and be sure. Tell us how she died, and find
something, a torn piece of coat, anything, to tell us who committed this
monstrous deed.
Ill do my best. Malcolm patted her on the shoulder.
She headed back to her chamber to see if Randall were awake and to tell
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him the momentous news.

Randall looked near to collapse when she told him what she had
unearthed in the stables. Clarissa, dead. In the stables, all this time? She
was wearing a yellow dress. I remember it distinctly. It fastened up the front,
the better to futter with, Im sure. Yellow silk, it was.
If they dont find anything damning against Howell one way or the
other, theyre going to have to arrest you.
But they have to arrest him too!
He has an alibi, she sighed.
Well I certainly didnt lock myself in the barn and set fire to it.
I know. All in good time.
Thank you.
She stared at him in surprise. What for?
Not suspecting me.
After you having confessed to killing your brother, I hardly think you
would have neglected to mention killing her as well in a fit of passion.
I might have if I was afraid of your reaction. Not wanted you to be
terrified of me, he suggested as he leaned into her and rested his head on
her shoulder.
She settled herself against him with her back snugly against the
headboard of the bed. Its Howell, Im sure of it. Listen, I wasnt here
yesterday because well, I went to see Thomas. Told him everything, just
about. Asked the Rakehells for help to find out what Howell has been up to
against us. They think, well
What? What is it?
That my father was murdered by Howell. That he found out your father
had been falsely accused, that he had been used, and was going to betray the
real criminals.
Are you sure of this? he gasped, gazing up at her.
Not sure. I only have suspicions and suppositions. But you need to know
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about your father. You were so overwhelmed with what you learnt about
Francis that you werent able to hear the rest.
The rest? Hear what? Randall asked, growing more and more agitated.
She outlined for him all his mother had told her, and concluded, So you
see, you were right. Toward the end your father didnt know who you were.
Or much of anything, really. Better to have him thought senile, than a
criminal or a knave.
"But I dont think he was guilty. I think his secretary either knew and was
complicit, or more likely, was sure he was innocent, and was got rid of
before he could deny all the charges and defend your fathers honour.
The latter, if what I know of him was true. He was a decent chap, not
inclined to take the easy way out. Very loyal.
Ive got the word out in London to see if anyone turns up a one-handed
corpse. Between the riverboatmen and the resurrection men, we might end
up with some clue as to what happened.
He also archived all of fathers many papers in a steel storage vault in
one of the banks. Matters for posterity, like his Parliamentary speeches and
so on. I have the codes. I can give them to Alistair Grant. As an officer of
the court, he would be permitted to gain access to them.
So youre not leaving me behind again?
He heaved a huge sigh. No, not this time. Im sorry, love. The truth is,
Ive been trying to expose Howell for what he really is for some time. But
all the tarts are afraid of him and his friends, for they wont sing no matter
how much seed we offer them.
They might if they're given a chance to kick him whilst hes down.
He stared at her in confusion. What do you mean?
Just that once he is accused of one crime, it seems people always declare
they knew he was a bad un all along. Say all sorts of interesting things they
might not otherwise reveal.
But Geoffrey would never, not unless he had a real reason to
She gave a knowing smile.
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A half an hour later, the Bransons came in to tell them they did. I'm
guessing this engagement ring identifies the body as Clarissa Dawson?
Yes, its the one I gave her, Randall whispered, struck by the enormity
of what they had discovered. That she had not eloped, but had been dead all
these years.
I shall let the parents see this and the remains of the dress to ensure this
is she.
Anything else? Isolde ventured to ask.
Malcolm held out his hand. There was something small and sparkling in
the palm of it. It was a cravat pin bearing the initials CH.
We found clutched in the skeletons hand. Weve got Chauncey Howell
now. Be vigilant until hes behind bars, but rest assured this will be over
soon.
Randall and Isolde embraced each other with sheer relief. The Bransons
discreetly let themselves out, and went about their business of locating
Howell to charge him with murder and attempted murder.
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Chapter Twenty-two
A week after the dreadful fire in the stables, Randall was feeling much
more hale and hearty, strong enough to attend a memorial service for poor
Clarissa.
He was far more subdued than he had ever been, even when Isolde had
first met him. His face had taken on such a bleak look that she was almost
tempted to tell him about Michael.
But she had great hopes that he would join them for their All Hallows
Eve expedition, and she had promised to keep his location a secret, so she
kept her word for the moment.
What is it, love? she asked one day.
Ive been thinking.
She smiled in relief. Really? I have too. What have you been thinking
about?
About the nature of life and love, how fleeting it can all be. How ones
security and safety can be taken in an instant.
Yes? she asked with a worried frown.
I dont mean to be morbid, really I dont, but I want to do more for the
children than just what they have in my will.
What did you have in mind? she asked, for in truth she had already
requested that Alistair look into what it would take to legitimise the children
as their own.
I want the children to be adopted by us as their real parents.
She hugged him to her. So do I. She pulled some papers out of the
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desk, and he read through the procedures quickly.

When he had finished, he nodded and said, Tell him to make it happen. I
dont care how long it takes or what it costs. So long as you are all provided
for, I can die a happy man.
She pulled him into his arms. Theres no point in thinking such terrible
thoughts. You and I are happy and in love. Now that we are certain theres a
baby on the way, we need to make plans for our future, for all of us, true.
But you're going to live a long time
Howell nearly killed me. Twice, if you count the challenge to a duel.
Youve saved me both times. I just hope you have no cause to regret your
generosity in agreeing to be my wife. You certainly have had to take the
rough with the smooth.
More smooth than rough. And Im not the kind of person who repines or
looks for greener pastures. I have all I need right here.
He hugged her hard. I know it. And thank God every day for it.
She took his hand. Come, weve spent enough time for the moment
brooding. Its about time we went out for a ride, and paid some calls, tended
to estate business. It is too lovely a day to be talking about nasty Howell and
death.
No riding for you. Im not taking any chance with you now that youre
expecting. As for the calls, were still relative newlyweds so far as they are
concerned, with a large family and a great number of responsibilities, so can
do as we like without offending anyone.
"As for estate business, its why I have hired a good steward and
secretary, to take some of the burden off us so we can spend more time with
each other and the children.
Youll find any excuse to stay in this bed, wont you? She winked.
I dont need an excuse. I just need you.
Then have all of me, as much as you like. I wont complain.
Dont mind if I do. So long as you take what you want as well.
She smiled like a contented cat. Dont I always? But I want you so
much, you might just come to regret that offer.
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I doubt it. For nothing could give me greater pleasure than to make you
happy, he said with a grin. As often as you like, as many ways as you
like.
Randall never did regret the offer, though there were a few times in the
next couple of days that he almost thought he might. Isoldes pregnancy
seemed to make her even more sensitive than she had been before. One
simple stroke down her shoulder or arm was enough to propel her into his
lap, or him against a wall, the floor, the pedestal in their favourite alcove,
and the seat of their carriage in broad daylight. It would not have been so
bad if it had not been in front of half the neighbors at the Harvest Festival at
the start of October.
Good Lord, looks like old Randall really has met the woman of his
dreams, Jonathan laughed to Thomas as the window shades snapped shut
and the carriage rolled out of sight.
Glad to see it. He deserves every happiness. I know the old tabbies of
the Ton predicted he would be cutting a swathe through the lightskirts of
London in no time, but shes a lovely woman, and you can see he adores
her.
Do you think Michael is ever going to rejoin the family? Alexander
asked. He more than anyone knew what it was like to have lost his entire
past.
I think so. He needs time. At least Isolde has become friends with them
all. I know shes invited him to our big jaunt to Cheddar Gorge for
Halloween. If he turns up, it will be a fine reunion.
Im looking forward to it. I certainly hope he comes. But Michael can be
awfully stubborn, Clifford said.
True, but Isolde can be as well. And Michael is helping Isolde to clear
his fathers name. That has to mean something.
Its good of Alistair to take on his case. I feel sure hell get his name
cleared once and for all, Jonathan said with a smile. The poor old chap
was guilty only of naivete, not all the other horrible things they accused him
of.
Im so delighted Randall met Isolde. Shes a good woman. They seem
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so happy, Alexander said.

I think they shall be, Thomas said.
Does she know about his past, do you think? Clifford asked in a low
voice. I mean, we all suspected there was something badly amiss with his
former fiancee Clarissa. And his raking. It must be a bit hard for Isolde to
take.
I'm pretty sure he would tell her the whole truth. He's a decent chap, and
no fool. He has a rare woman there, and is not going to do anything to ruin
that, Thomas said.
Glad to hear it.
But he will have plenty of people trying to ruin it for him, if Howell or
Georgina have their way, Jonathan pointed out.
What can they do now?" The Duke shrugged. "Randall and Isolde are
married, well and truly, Georgina has been disgraced, and Howell is the
subject of a manhunt here and in London.
Im not sure. Wed better just keep an eye out for him, Alexander said.
Thomas nodded. Ive never liked Howell or Georgina, and they surely
hate Randall. Im fairly sure their love can withstand any tests, even the
vicious Georgina and those horrible lies she spread about him, She doesnt
give up easily, it has to be said. Martin and Blake have sworn they will never
speak with her again. Her familys censure might bring her around. But you
can never underestimate the enmity of a man like Howell.
Have they got any whiff of him yet? Jonathan asked curiously.
Thomas sighed and shook his head. He might have fled to Ireland or the
Continent. It's hard to say. All I know is, until they catch him, Randall and
Isolde will never be safe.
Jonathan's lips moved in a silent prayer. Then he said, All we can do is
support him, keep a weather-eye out for them both. He deserves our
friendship. Any mistakes he made were long ago, and he was driven to them
by sadness and despair. Who is to say we would not have done the same
thing?
Or worse, for less cause, Clifford said, thinking of his wifes halfbrother Gerald, who had resorted to becoming a highwayman and had
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terrorized the countryside raping and pillaging until Vanessa had helped
uncover the truth about him.
Aye, worse indeed, Thomas said with a shake of his head,
remembering how his sister had suffered at the hands of the seducer who had
been after his familys fortunes.
Alexander looked at the grim faces of his friends and recalled all he had
lost during the war himself, his brothers, and even his memory and own
name due to the French sympathisers who had plotted against him and the
Rakehells.
But these were much too gloomy thoughts for a festive fall day.
Alexander forced a smile on his face and declared, Come, come, now. No
more gloomy thoughts. Not when we all have so much to be thankful for.
He smiled over at his wife Sarah, and Blake and Arabella and Martin and
Eswara came up to say hello.
Jonathan nodded. The harvest festival is a time to give thanks to God for
his bounty. We have more reason to be thankful than most. And if Michael
gives in and tells Randall he is still alive, and they arrive at the truth about
his father and Howell, their cup will runneth over.
Amen to that, said his wife Pamela, putting her arm around his waist.
Speaking of cup, Blake said hopefully, please pass some of your
wifes marvelous cider.
Alexander grinned and complied, giving Sarah a hearty kiss. All the
Rakehells raised a glass to toast their newest neighbours in Somerset, and
drank thirstily.
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Chapter Twenty-three
The following mornings post brought Randall and Isolde the news they
had both been waiting for. Alistair Grant had located Howell in London and
had him arrested for arson, attempted murder, and murder.
Howell had also been thoroughly implicated in the scheme to defraud the
shareholders in the fictitious company Howell had set up. As promised,
Alistair omitted any mention of the role Michael had played in bringing
Howell to justice.
His eyes widened as he read the letter over a cup of tea with his wife in
their small private sitting room.
She hugged him hard, tears of joy in her eyes. Im so pleased. I know
how happy this must make you after everything youve endured. It isnt
much consolation now, but it is something to help you put the past to rest.
He kissed her hand. And all of this has been possible thanks to you. You
persisted in seeking the truth, even when I had given up in despair.
It was a labour of love.
He smiled. In addition to all your others. What youve done with the
children, for example. Quite the little ladies and gentlemen now, arent
they. His tone was gruff with emotion.
She misinterpreted his tone as one of displeasure.
Ive never been afraid of hard work or sacrifice before, so why now? I
love you, Randall, and just want to see you happy.
You do make me happy.
Please dont be angry.
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He hugged her quickly. Angry? No, never! I just cant believe how
much trouble youve gone to.
She gave him a loving smile and said sincerely, No trouble at all for the
man I love.
I cant believe this. Its a dream come true. You are. He gave her a
resounding kiss that soon had them scurrying for the privacy of their room
and the comfort of a bed.
Much later she asked, So whats it to be?
He groaned. Not again, Isolde. Even this stallion has galloped his last
for the moment.
No, silly, she said, stroking his hair back from his lapis eyes. Youre
free of the past now, and Howell has been brought to justice. We can do as
we like, with no fear of the consequences. We need to decide what were
going to do about all your commitments in Parliament and throughout your
properties. We dont have to stay here if you dont wish to. There's always
Berkshire as well, or even a whole new estate if you like. If we can find
something that suits.
I have found something that suits.
Really? she said in surprise, wondering why he had not thought to
mention he had been house hunting.
Somerset. Right here in this house that youve made a blissful home.
And the first thing we are going to do is make the Barkston stables even
more renowned than they were before. I know it will be hard travelling up
and down to London to sit in the House, but it isnt all year round. And with
the break in the journey via Berkshire, it wont be so bad.
Her eyes rounded with joy. Oh, Randall, are you sure?
He nodded and smiled. I am sure. I hated the idea of coming back here. I
freely admit it. I didnt want to confront the past. Now Im so glad you
convinced me, and we all love it here. And were amongst so many friends, I
feel confident that youll all be safe and well looked after during the times I
do have to go sit in the House."
"We'll be fine, I promise. And I can go with you just about up until the
time the babe is born."
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He nodded, and kissed her. "I know it will be hard for you to be separated
from me, for you have little enough reason to trust in my reform as a rake.
But if I can make a real difference, then I simply have to take it the chance.
And you can come up with me for the Season, enjoy a few balls and parties.
Do some of your marvelous charity work.
Are you really sure?
He kissed her. Certain.
He lifted his lips before he got completely carried away again. Anyway,
Id better write to thank Alistair straight away, and ask him to move forward
with the adoptions. He swung his long legs out of the bed. He put on his
dressing gown, and went over to their desk.
Isolde was lost in her own thoughts for a time as she listened to the pen
scratching over the paper.
There were only a few dark clouds on their horizon, and one of them was
the unresolved issue of Michael. She had kept her word thus far, but surely
since this was the last of Randalls wishes....
She shivered. All of them had come true. His mother, the children,
Francis, her own happiness and the baby within her. And even Michael, if he
did but know it. It was all theirs for the asking, life, love, a family, even
political power. What price would they have to pay?
Or had they already paid? she wondered, thinking of his other brothers,
his father and mother, and her own father. The three men killed, the prize
stables destroyed. She shivered at the thought of how close she had come to
losing the man she loved more than life itself. The father of all their
children.
She got out of the bed, put on her dressing gown, and crept up behind
him. She hugged herself to him, her breasts pressing against his shoulder
where she had tugged his lapel back and down, baring his warm flesh. Her
hair shimmered over his bare skin sensually, and he groaned.
Darling, five more minutes, please. Im not as young as I used to be, he
said with a light laugh.
Silly man. You know what Im going to say.
She kissed him, and they could hear each other clearly.
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I love you.
It was the other thing you wished for, when we were first married.
Hm, even before we went to the ruined monastery and saw the
labyrinth?
Looks like it.
So we carry the magic within us then?
I think so.
He opened the drawer and gave her the watercolour he had at last
completed for her as a gift. She stared at the stone, its labyrinthine swirls
mysterious, ever-changing. Like life.... Every path unpredictable, but with
Randall by her side, she would never lose her way.
It is lovely. Look how well youve captured the glade.
Call me sentimental, but that place will always be magical for me, for it
was there I knew what true love really means. And speaking of carrying
within... He put his hand on her stomach, and kissed it gently.
I think youre right. It was then, or the night of the charity drive.
The ruins, for sure. You're so rounded already, I cant imagine you
having so many more months to go. Youre so voluptuous, like a fertility
goddess.
Do you mind?
Not at all. I knew you were lovely, but now youre radiant.
You make me radiant.
I had noticed, he said dryly.
She giggled, caressing his cheek with her own. I dont just mean that
way. As you say, its important, but not as important as the way you make
me feel. As if I'm the centre of your whole world, a treasure to be
cherished.
And so you are. His hands started to do the most alluring things to her.
You dont have to all the time, you know. A cuddle is good too.
Totally voluntary, and pure pleasure, believe me. Hearing your little
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sobs of breath and moans when I do this is more thrilling than you can
imagine.
She sobbed, and he grinned in triumph and parted his robe. You see?
She stared at his all too roused flesh. I thought your stallion had
galloped his last.
Nothing like more oats to revive him, Randall laughed.
But that was how he got tired in the first place, she said with a long
lusty look.
Never tired, just getting a second wind for another charge. He lifted her
eagerly onto the desk and spread her legs wide. He revelled in her moistness
as she enveloped him. Nothing like settling into the saddle for a brisk
canter.
I always knew you had the best stables in the country, but this is better
than anything I could have hoped for.
You know I play to win. So lets go for the gold cup, darling.
Ride on, Randall, ride on.
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Chapter Twenty-four
All Hallows Eve dawned bright and sunny, a perfect crisp autumn day
with just enough chill in the air to herald the coming of winter. Isolde
nuzzled Randall awake early, leaving plenty of time for his usual
extravagant displays of love.
He was particularly tender this morning, driving her to peak after
exquisite peak of delight, both in the bed, in the tub, and even in the chair as
she sat in front of the mirror and tried to perform her toilette. He hooked her
legs wide over both arms of the chair and suckled and fondled her until she
was a quivering mass of desire.
Each time she soared, he took her ever higher, his clever fingers
massaging her inwardly and outwardly in the most compelling way.
Mm, it just keeps getting better.
It certainly does, he agreed as he pressed into her at last, kneeling in
front of the chair, his throbbing manhood huge and urgent with need. Their
climax, when it came, was perfectly timed and almost paralysing in its
intensity.
At last they cleaned themselves off and began to get dressed without one
sparking the other one off again. But Isolde soon began to grow suspicious.
I know your game. Brush my hair like that and I shall give you anything
you heart desires. Well, so I will. She turned to kiss him. Do you really not
want to go on the excursion today? I mean, it looks lovely out there, and the
children have been so looking forward to it.
I know. I just, well, cant get enough of you.
I had noticed. Im glad. I got my wish too. No more boundaries. She
put her hand on his chest. I can feel your love, always. Theres nothing
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hidden any longer.

I have to say that sometimes I wonder if youre telling me everything,
he admitted with a long look at her.
All I'm able to, she said with a sigh.
He shrugged. I never did believe in the second sight, so I suppose it
doesnt make a difference.
She heaved a sigh of relief. It does if youre unhappy. If he asked her
directly about her visions of Michael, she was not going to lie.
All right, theres no hiding it, he said with a rueful grin, pointing to the
huge bulge in his trousers. I would much rather have the whole day in bed
with you.
She giggled. Everyone will be here soon. I would love it too, but
tomorrow, all right? So the children dont feel let down.
Promise?
Promise.
He pulled her into his arms, sliding his hot open mouth over her cheek
until his found her lips, causing her to shiver and press her bare body to his
as their fingers worked loose each others clothes once more.
Oh, Randall, I love you so.
I know. I feel its glow every day, and thank all the gods of the universe
for having give me you.
And I you. Heaven only knows what would have happened if I hadnt
met you that night.
Never mind that now. Too gloomy a thought, he said, hoisting her
skirts right up to her waist and pressing her onto the bed.
Randall made love to her so tenderly that she wept with the joy of it all.
Somehow he couldnt shake the feeling that however long they spent
together, however happy they were, he could never show her enough how
much he loved her. But he surely would keep on trying.
After the wondrous night and morning she had shared with Randall,
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Isolde felt joyous, as if she could take on the whole world and win.
They staggered out of the bed, adjusted their clothes hastily, and thanked
their lucky stars that Hopkins and the servants were so efficient and had got
everything prepared, including all eight children clad in warm woollens and
their little cloaks and mufflers.
With hugs and kisses all around, they got the excited children into the
carriage. Signalling to the Dukes coach to head forward, they got underway.
They played games and sang in the coach, read aloud and dandled and
cuddled each child in turn.
Isolde was once again impressed with how naturally Randall had taken to
fatherhood despite the fact that it had been so suddenly thrust upon him. She
could only imagine what he would be like with their infant.
Hopelessly terrified, he replied, though she hadnt opened her mouth.
Ive changed Adelines napkins, and was sure I had stabbed her to death
with a pin.
At least youve tried.
And will continue to try. Practice makes perfect, and all that.
Three hours brought them to the top of Cheddar Gorge, an impressive
natural formation carved out centuries before by some sort of cataclysmic
geological upheaval.
They set up their base of operations at the northern end of the gorge,
spreading out mountains of food and games to keep both the adults and
children amused. Croquet, archery, egg and spoon races, Randall and Isolde
participated in them all.
She had a wonderful time, and her only regret was that Michael and his
wife had not elected to join them for the day after all. She sighed. She would
tell him soon, but for the moment she didnt want to see the happy smile
vanish from his face in an instant, as she was sure it would when she broke
the news to him that his own brother had not wanted to come home for fear
of hurting him.
At one point she snuggled up to his side and said, Thank you for joining
in so enthusiastically. It means a lot to the children.
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You dont have to thank me.

I do. Youve been the best husband and father I could ever have
imagined. And I know you wanted to stay in bed all day.
Well, you needed a change of scenery. I wouldnt want you to get tired
of me.
That will never happen, I swear.
He kissed her hard. I know. Nor for me.
Come on, the pair of you, stop canoodling and eat something, Thomas
shouted.
They laughed happily and broke apart to go join their friends by the
picnic baskets.
The afternoon passed pleasantly enough, until the sun began to descend
into the west. As the suns rays died, black clouds rolled in, and the
Rakehells began to gather up all the rugs and supplies and load the coach.
Lightning streaked the glowering sky, and for a moment Isolde could
have sworn she saw the reflection of black on black she had seen once
before. Howell. She shivered with dread, but told herself not to be absurd.
He was at Newgate awaiting trial.
Of course, that was not to say that one of his other associates might not
be lurking. He had had help trying to kill Randall in the stables, after all.
She looked around her for all the children while her husband vanished up
the hill with another pile of supplies. Her heart sank as she tried to catch
sight of Adeline.
Where is she? she demanded of James.
She was still trying to play hide and seek with us. I think she must have
headed back down the path.
She bit her lip, wondering if she should wait until her husband or one of
the other Rakehells returned. Another huge rumble of approaching thunder
decided her.
Edward, take Sarah up that way and look for her. Dont you dare stray
from the path, though. Go down the other end, shout for her, and come back.
James, come with me. The rest of you, hold hands and go find your Pa or
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one of the other men.

A flash of lightning streaked the sky, causing Isolde start. Come, James,
Hurry. Adeline! Adeline!
Im sorry. I should never have let go of her hand, he said tearfully.
Its not your fault. Shes a lively little girl. It is I that should have paid
more attention, she said as they hurried to the edge of the gorge.
But you told me to keep an eye on her. Shes my sister. I should have
looked out for her better.
She looked down at his earnest little face with relief. Sister? she
echoed softly.
Yes. All my sisters and brothers. Every one of them. Im sorry I was
such a stuck up little prig before, Mother.
She hugged him to her hard. You were a bit, but I dont blame you for
being confused. A new family, new parents, it must all have been very
strange. Its all right to remember your real Ma and Pa, you know. Just so
long as you are also always sure that Randall and I love you as much as they
did.
More. We belonged to them. She was our Ma, but she didnt really want
us. You didnt have to take us, but you did. So youre more of our Ma than
she ever was, James said with a sniff.
Dont say that. When your Pa died, I can only guess how your Ma felt.
Lost without him. As I would be without your Daddy.
Like he would be without you, you mean," the young man said with a
knowing look. "He loves us, but he adores you. One look at his face when
you come into the room to see us and he glows like the sun.
She laughed and hurried them along the path. He wont be so glowing if
we dont find your sister. The rain began to tumble out of the sky now as
they hurried along. And not so happy if you and I are both soaked to the
skin.
She looked around and caught sight of a little pink dress hopping from
stone to stone. The high-spirited little girl had evidently got tired of holding
still waiting for someone to find her.
Adeline! Were here. Come to Mummy at once, pet!
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Adeline looked up, her blond hair darkening as the rain came down. She
laughed and waved, and ran towards them. James scampered forward to
greet her, but Isoldes way was blocked by a huge dark figure that darted out
of the straggling hedgerow.
At first she was sure it was one of the Rakehells come to search for
Adeline, but the hard grey eyes and perpetual sneer were not so welcome.
And certainly not friendly and helpful.
Got you alone at last, you bitch."
Howell grabbed Isolde by the neck and began to drag her away from the
children and up the path that led to the southern end of the gorge.
The pressure on Isoldes throat was enough to cut off any chance of
crying out for help, and though she struggled, Chaunceys fury had given
him superhuman strength.
She tried to tell herself Howell was not going to kill her; he had far too
much to lose. Keeping her alive, he could get money from Randall, get his
revenge by doing whatever he wished to her, including rape her.
He would try to kidnap her, to make sure she never saw Randall again.
Even if she did, Howell would always be a threat if he were at large. They
would never be safe as long as he was alive. He had to be stopped, here and
now, no matter what he did to her
She struggled furiously, trying to dig her heels in grasp at the shrubbery,
anything to halt his flight.
He must have realized he was not going to get anywhere fast in the
roaring wind tugging at them both if he had to keep hauling her along. He
decided to release her neck and take her along by the wrist, ramming a pistol
against her temple. Stop struggling, now.
You cant think for a minute Im going to go willingly. I hate you.
My carriage is waiting just at the top of the lane. A few more steps and
then its off to the new life I promised you so many months ago before you
tumbled into that bastards bed like the whore you are.
Youre never going to get away with this, so just let me go. Well give
you money. You can go away to America, Australia, anywhere you like.
We'll give you a good allowance, if only you'll stay away from me and our
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family, she offered, though the words nearly choked her.

There is nothing you could offer me that would stop me from having
you over and over again until you beg for mercy. From knowing that
Randall knows I have you, am having you, and is powerless to stop me. And
to have him wonder if you ever really cared for him, or if you loved me all
along.
Hell never wonder that. I hate you. Ive only ever loved him. Will love
him forever.
As they moved south rapidly, the path skirted closer and closer to the
edge of the gorge. She wondered if he were suicidal, but she doubted it.
More likely if she struggled he would just shove her over, strip away the
only things Randall cared about. Her and the baby.
Despite the gun to her head, she struggled even harder to free herself
from his grip. They will hunt you down for this. Everyone knows I married
Randall because I loved him in preference to you. All of them will know
youve taken me by force. Ill fight, you, be covered in bruises. No one will
ever think I threw Randall over for the likes of you.
Lots of whores like it rough. Besides, a man like Randall never changes
his spots. He would have tired of you soon anyway. Ive known him for
years. Know everything there is to know about him. Do you? he sneered.
Isolde knew he was trying to divide and conquer, plant the seeds of doubt
in her mind so that she would be willing to go with him quietly. She also
knew that she if she delayed Howell long enough, someone would come for
her. Randall, the Rakehells, her brother. But she quailed in fear. Howell had
a weapon. Even if he didnt throw her down the gorge, he could shoot her in
a second.
There are no secrets between us.
Even about Clarissa? he laughed mockingly.
Everything.
His voice took on a terrible dreamy quality, as if recalling something
cherished. I saw them, you know. Up in the loft. I watched Francis tupping
her like a ram, her loving every minute of it. Shed sworn there was nothing
between them. Or her and Randall. That she was mine, all mine.
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"Then I saw Randall come in. He spotted them together. I waited for him
to do something, kill Francis, beat him or something. The little bugger never
even had the guts.
But I did. Randall was an idealist. He believed her when she said she
was a virgin. Didnt know half the County had had her before she gave
herself to me, and said she loved me. That she would get money from both
of them so we could be together. But she was lying all along. Dont ask me
why, but she loved Francis. Or so she said afterwards, when I confronted
her, told her I knew she had done nothing but lie to me all along.
"I loved her! But I saw her face, I heard her words when he was
skewering her. So I had to get rid of him. He came out of the stable still
steaming with her juices, and when I said I knew what he had been doing, he
just shrugged, as if swiving her didnt matter to him in the least.
Well, it mattered to me. I brushed it off as not being important. Told
him lads would be lads. Offered to go riding with him. He gave me Blarney,
and went to saddle Blaze. I heard them kissing. She said shed stay up in the
hay loft until dusk. That she couldnt wait to get more of him. I challenged
him to a race and unhorsed him at the jump. Bashed him with my riding
crop. Then I snapped the bastards neck like a pullet."
Isolde almost stumbled and fell at the shock of all he was confessing. He
dragged her up under her arm and impelled her forward. Then he continued
with his horrifying narrative.
I went back, broke the news to the family. All the servants went running
to bring home his body. She was up in the loft, half-drowsing. She was
waiting for him, just as she said. All hot and steamy for him, just dripping
for him, the slut. I told her he was dead, and that I had done it all for her. She
told me she hated me, not to touch her. I took her and strangled her, and the
rest you know. I buried her, and there she stayed. I crept into her house the
back way, as I always had. I took a couple of things from her room so that
everyone assumed she had eloped. But its all Randalls fault. If he hadnt
tried to take her for himself
Its her fault for being unchaste, Francis for betraying his own brother.
You for betraying your own cousin and for killing two people whose only
crime was to fall in love! You cant blame Randall for Clarissa and Francis.
They were old enough to know what they were doing.
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But I can blame him for you! He shook her furiously.

I was old enough to know as well. I hate you. Youre a murderer!
Ive done no worse than what you let him do to you, he bellowed,
pointing at her stomach. I saw you after hed had you, all glistening and
wet in his bed! Bloodied, even! Like animals. Disgusting!
She shook her head. Virgins bleed naturally, but not because you've set
out to deliberately harm them. Our marriage is a beautiful thing. Hes never
laid a finger on me with anything other than love. Even when you tricked my
brother into trying to duel him, even when you tried to fight him, attacked
him, called him out for a duel, he never hurt anyone. Im with Randall
because I love him, not because he forced me. You cant make me believe
anything you say about my husband.
Howell began to mutter a string of execrations. Damn him. Hes always
ended up smelling of roses, had everything, Clarissa, you, money....
A crash of thunder overhead shook the earth. Or was it just her own
emotions causing her to tremble like a leaf in a gale?
She sat down abruptly, dragging him down to eye level. Their gazes
locked and she glared at him.
Even if you take me away now, and I never see him again, youll never
have me. Day after day, night after night Ill be longing for him, loving him!
You can beat me, rape me, kill me, but our love is forever.
"Youve lost to Randall again, Chauncey. Youve always lost. He was
always the better man. I never wanted you. Desired you. It was my fault for
adopting the role of dutiful daughter. I should have told Father no from the
outset. But what choice does a ten-year old have?
"Damn you. Damn you all to hell." White flecks had formed around his
mouth.
My God, hes truly insane... Randall, help me.
I could have made you love me!
The way you did Clarissa? she hissed.
He slapped her hard then, so much so that she could see stars. But she
was damned if she was going to grovel in the dirt due to the likes of him.
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Isolde raised herself from the ground by one elbow. He snatched it and
began to pull her to her feet once more as the wind howled dementedly
around them.
She tried to yank her arm back, unable to bear his touch. You sick, sorry
swine. Clarissa never loved you because you werent capable of love! It was
all competition, power, possession! Love is about giving, and not expecting
anything in return. Everything youve ever done, all the harm youve caused,
has been for nothing except your own pleasure and ambition. You destroyed
an entire family when you killed Francis. But that still wasnt enough for
you. You wanted everything Randall had.
But the irony is youre wrong. Youre so close, but still way too far off.
Randalls brother Michael is still alive, and has three sons. If anything
happens to Randall, Michael will be Earl, or his sons after him. You cant
kill them all!
He froze. Thats not possible! Hes dead!
Reported dead. A mistake he never bothered to correct. He was badly
wounded, wanted time to heal. Hes better now. And a great soldier. The
Grim Reaper. If you try to move against him or his family, hell mow you
down.
She sat down on the ground again, but he still kept dragging her along,
over the rough stones and tree roots, bruising and soaking her, until she
began to fear for the baby.
Much as she hated to do it, she began to struggle back onto her feet.
Perhaps she stood a better chance anyway if she could manage to break free
and run.
I may not be Earl now, but at least Ill have you to use in order to
torment Randall for the rest of his life.
If hes as much of a raking swine as you say, why would he care? she
bluffed.
Hell care. Its a matter of pride, for one thing. And the baby for
another. And no matter how much of a libertine he is, hell pay handsomely
to make the parcels with various parts of your anatomy or the babys stop
coming in the post.
Her eyes widened in horror as he caressed her ears. I would start with
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the fingers, but they do have their uses in bed. And the tongue. But ears and
toes, well....
She heaved at his chest, terror spurring her on, but he clung to her like a
leech. Hell kill you. He may have been a rake before he married me, but
hes a far better man that you could ever be. Hes only ever acted out of
love. Love for others. Not the twisted selfishness you say was love for
Clarissa or me. It was just obsession. Wanting what you couldnt have.
Didnt deserve, because youve never loved anyone but yourself, she
panted as he dragged her along.
That may be true. But now hell have no one to love either.
"Not true. He has his family, the children. Love begets love. All you've
ever created was hatred."
"You will love me!"
She shook her head, sending raindrops scattering in every direction.
"Never."
"You're mine now, and"
Never yours. So just let me go now. Randall will never rest until he
takes back what is his. If you slice me up or kill me, youll hang. As soon as
they catch you, youll go to prison and hang anyway for all youve done.
They know you killed Clarissa, after all. They wont rest until they find you.
Just leave me here and you can disappear.
Im not done with any of you yet. Not by a long chalk. He laughed
mockingly at her stricken face.
You cant kill us all.
Cant I? Ive managed well enough thus far. Your father, that pathetic
secretary with one hand, Clarissa...
Youre insane!
But killing your husband is too easy. I want to make Randall suffer like
I have. Strip him of everything bit by bit. First you, then the children, his
brother, Michaels children. Then finally me becoming the earl when I slice
Randalls gullet.
She shoved at him again, trying to shake him off her. No! No! It stops
here and now! Ill jump first before Ill let you touch me or be the cause of
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their ruin. Youre insane! Youll never win.

Isolde summoned all her strength and lunged full length at a tree branch
she saw lying on the ground. She rolled slightly to protect the baby, and
came up swinging.
Howell smiled and shook his head, convinced of his own invincibility.
Put the branch down before you hurt someone.
She hurled it at his head, and ran. The pistol went off, the bullet whistling
so close it whipped a hole in her skirt, narrowly missing her thigh. She
reckoned she had about half a minute until he reloaded the single-shot pistol.
She had to find help, fast.
She went tearing down the path leading to the road. She had to get away,
and she had to stop Howell. No one would ever believe. They were all in
danger...
Isolde could hear footsteps pounding behind her, but had the sense to not
look back.
Randall! Randall! she screamed as the lighting crackled all around.
She wondered wildly where he was, if he had come looking for her yet.
She felt a stitch in her side, and prayed as hard as she could. Oh dear God.
Please, not the baby. It would destroy Randall to lose it, lose me.
She ran on through the pain and the drenching rain, and had almost
reached the road when Howell sprang out in front of her. She screamed in
terror and tried to flee back the way she had come.
He had got up over the high wall and onto the road, and cornered her at
the foot of the path leading back along the gorge and down into it. She
started and lost her balance in the slippery mud.
Howell grabbed her, and she hung suspended in his arms as he began to
tear her clothes off, his bruising hands everywhere at once.
Isolde struggled to remain conscious, and tried to pummel his groin. He
grabbed her by the throat and raised his fist to strike.
The loud report of gunfire echoed deafeningly around the gorge. Isolde
screamed as the wash of red spattered all over her. The top of the face
contorted in fury was transformed into nothing more than a mass of grey
matter, blood and bone.
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The weight of the dead man landed on her, and then she felt herself
tumbling over the edge of the gully.
Randall! Oh God, no!
She grabbed onto a gnarled tree root and hung on for dear life, dangling
sixty feet above the jagged rocks and boulders which made up the gorge
floor. She reached up with her other hand, feeling her right one slipping.
Randall!
She scrabbled in the dirt for some purchase on the edge of the ravine, and
tried to feel with her feet for some sort of toehold. She tried to get one knee
up, then the other, but could feel herself slipping down further. Her arms felt
as though they were coming out of their sockets, her nails shredding against
the stony cliff as she hung on.
Randall! Randall! she shouted, clinging on with every ounce of
strength she possessed, praying that some miracle might save her.
Isolde! Im coming! Hang on!
Isolde wept in relief at the sound of her husbands voice. Im here!
Hurry!
She could hear running along the edge of the ravine, and footsteps
coming from the road as well.
Randall grabbed her forearms in each of his huge hands, and pulled. Then
she was in her husbands arms, and the rain and his tears washed the
spattered brains and gore away. She vomited until she could scarcely
breathe, and she collapsed in his arms for a brief moment as the rain
cascaded down upon them in a torrent.
Oh, darling.
Isolde. Thank God, thank God youre safe.
She looked up over his shoulder at the two people who had come onto the
path from the road, both armed with muskets.
She smiled at Michael in relief, then noticed he was grasping the arm of a
wild-eyed blowzy woman who looked vaguely familiar.
Is he dead? the woman asked, the rain streaming down her harshlylined face. Is the bastard dead?
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Michael peered over the edge of the gully. Aye, hes dead. Skull
smashed to bits, dont you know. Terrible fall.
The bedraggled woman looked over the edge herself, and spat. May the
bastard rot in hell for what he did to Molly.
Isolde stared, and recognised at last as the whore who had beaten Howell
out of Randalls house their first night together.
She died in the end, in the worst kind of pain," the woman said numbly.
"Never even would have gone on the game if it hadnt been for her brothers
and sisters. I was supposed to protect her, show her the ropes. He wanted
em young and pretty like. The better to corrupt em. I swore if she died, Id
get me revenge one way or the other. So I watched and waited, 'ad an old
soldier friend teach me 'ow to shoot. Figured Id get 'im in an 'unting
accident.
When I found out 'ed been arrested, I went to the jail to tell em what I
knew of all 'ed done in London. Saw him escape. So I followed him.
Followed 'im here. Its all right, guvner. I wont run. You can 'and me over
to the magistrates. Its what I deserve.
Isolde and Michael exchanged looks, and Michael shook his head. No
magistrates. He jumped. I was shooting snipe. Saw him do it. Come along,
Madam. Lets take you to see my wife. Shell get you fixed up with some
medicine.
Randall, still sitting on the ground trembling, turned his head to see his
wife embrace the tall, dark man with pale blue eyes.
Thank you, Brother. So glad you could make the picnic after all, Isolde
said with a barely suppressed bubble of hysterical laughter.
He smiled tightly. Our children convinced me to come in the end. Better
late than never, they said. Rather glad I did. He began to reload the musket
automatically with an ease which spoke of long practice. Got rid of some
rather foul vermin today, don't you know.
Randall was sure he had to be in the throes of the worst nightmare of his
life, or the best dream. He rose from the muddy ground and reached out to
touch the newcomers shoulder, his eyes staring out of their sockets in
wonder.
Michael? Is it really you?
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Hello, Rand. Yes, its me. Good to see you. Very good.
The two brothers embraced and wept.
Isolde rubbed both their backs soothingly. When they had quieted, she
took the womans arm to lead her to the waiting carriage on the road, which
Bryony was just now emerging from.
Come, Madam. Let me help you."
"Thank you, Miss."
"Please, call me Isolde. And whats your name?
The dazed prostitute sniffed. Me real name? Clarissa, Maam.
Isolde stiffened slightly, then smiled. Well, Clarissa, lets get out of the
rain, shall we? You've had a long journey, and must be tired.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
After a quick look at Isolde to make sure she and the baby were safe,
Blake and his wife stayed behind to deal with the apparent suicide of
Howell.
A sombre party returned to Brimley, all the Rakehells wishing them well,
and Thomas determined to try to get to the bottom of how Howell had
managed to escape from Newgate. He must have had help....
But who? Only time would tell.
Randall was so shaken by the whole experience that he hardly dared to
let his wife out of his sight. Isolde continually reassured him that she was
fine, just tired, and clung to him sleepily as they headed home.
His brother shifted some of the children into Bryonys care in the other
carriage, and sat along side them now, all three of them holding hands as
Michael recounted his life after Toulouse.
Randall reacted in exactly the way Michael had predicted, wanting to
renounce the Earldom, but his elder brother maintained it was not something
he had ever wanted.
And you have eight children to provide for now that this lot are all
properly adopted, and you are bound to have at least a dozen more on the
way if you and your wife dont restrain yourselves, he said with a laugh, for
Randall was unconsciously fondling Isoldes breasts in a most obvious
manner.
He tugged his hands away and blushed. God, sorry.
Dont apologise. I know exactly how you feel. Nothing like a delectable
wife to keep you warm at night.
I cant tell you how much Ive missed you, Michael. My brother, my
best friend.
Ive missed you too, Rand. When Isolde came to me, I couldnt believe
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all you had been through. I swore I would never come back. But never is a
long time. Especially when I have such a wonderful family. He smiled at
the slumbering children.
As Isolde watched him, she decided that the Grim Reaper was gone at
last. He had been healed by Randall just as much as Randall had been healed
by him.
Just wait until Mother sees you. But well need to break it to her
gently.
In the end they couldnt wait, though, and there was a joyous reunion in
her room which Isolde could barely keep her eyes open for.
Bryony and Eswara took her to her bedroom, undressed her, and put her
into a hot bath. They tended her cuts and bruises, and advised a couple of
days of bed rest.
And we really mean rest. So tell your husband you can tiddle his knob
but not twiddle it, Eswara said with a knowing smile. After all, you'll have
to cut down a month before and stop for a month after.
Her face fell. Id forgot about that.
Dont worry. I have a few suggestions for you to keep him happy.
Bryony grinned. She most certainly does.
If you mean She gestured a couple of times.
Better.
She gulped. Better? He goes wild enough as it is.
Bryony nodded. Better.
And for women? she asked eagerly.
Magnificent.
She peered at the closed door. She smiled shyly and whispered, Theyll
be talking for at least half the night. Tell me everything.
Isolde was sound asleep by the time Randall got his brother and new
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sister in law bedded down in one of their guest rooms. Randall had peeped in
on her a few times to make sure she was all right, and now climbed into bed
and gathered her close and shed a few tears over how close he had come to
losing her.
Darling, she murmured, raising her lips to his for a kiss. She sniffled
and sobbed, and he hugged her tightly. Come, my love, it is all over now.
We can put this all behind us. We can start anew.
She shook her auburn head and rested it against his shoulder. Im not so
sure I want it to ever be behind us. Not if it means taking the love we have
for each other for granted.
I never shall, I give you my word. The love you brought in the door with
you when you came to the townhouse that night has been the greatest gift I
could ever have received. The only thing that will make me even more
complete is you safely giving birth to that babe of ours in the summer, and
having more with you to show the world how special our love is.
Amen to that.
Randall gave vent to his tumultuous feelings, and placing his head on his
wifes shoulder, he wept in relief that it was all over at last. And that he had
been so blessed that the last of his wishes really had come true.
She cleared her throat to remove the last of the choked up feeling she had
had all day. Darling, I know youre really tired, but do you suppose you
can...
He heard her request in his head and heart, and her reasons for it.
Ill try it. Ill do anything to see you and the baby safe. He kissed her
stomach and placed his cheek next to her heart.
She held his head against her and sighed. So will I. And you happy too.
It looks like were going to have a whole new level of sensuality to
explore.
Do you mind?
He eagerly busied his mouth and fingers. Mind? I cant wait. Nothing
would make me happier except to have him born safe, with all ten fingers
and toes.
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Epilogue
Isolde ceased her panting at last, and smiled up at her husbands awestricken expression lovingly.
How is it possible? Randall exclaimed.
Blake laughed. Do you really need me to explain the birds and the bees
to you at this stage, old chap?
You know what I mean!
Isolde shrugged. It may have taken me a while to conceive, but look
what all the waiting brought.
Randall couldnt stop looking at his three new sons, all with raven-black
hair and eyes of dark swirling blue.
The eyes will most likely change a bit, Eswara said, looking over the
proud fathers shoulder. At least theyre not completely identical, so you
should have no trouble telling them apart. Youd better get a couple of good
wet nurses. If theyre anything like my ones, theyll be hungry as hunters all
the time.
Philip and Jasmine looked at them with wonder in their eyes. "Fine
babes indeed, and looking for a meal, judging from the mouth movements,"
Jasmine said.
Aye, a wetnurse or three as soon as possible, please. I dont think I can
even try to cope. My breasts are already killing me. And one touch from
Randall and Im in a perpetual state of frenzy.
She blushed, and Randall mouthed an apology.
Eswara grinned. What, even now youre thinking lusty thoughts? Some
wives give their husbands black eyes for what they put them through.
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I might just do it to myself, Randall said with a sigh. Cold baths are
going to be the order of the day for months after this.
Now, now, none of that," Eswara said with a shake of her head. "Just a
few instructions on some efficient preventive measures will do. Just think
how lucky you are. All those years, I had only Ash. I would have given
anything for three little blessings such as these. Though I seem to be making
up for it now, she said with a satisfied chuckle, patting her rounding belly.
You know how Bath is famous for its recuperative waters? Randall
said as he played with each of their fingers in turn.
They all nodded.
I think we can make that stone in Millcote Forest a fertility site. You
know, something the old wives talk about.
Blake and Eswara, finishing cleaning up all of their equipment, looked up
at him.
What stone? Blake asked.
Eswara, youve seen it. The one in the centre of the ruined monastery.
She shook her head. Never saw it.
He stared. What? I was painting it the day we spoke in the clearing last
summer. Surely you must recall.
I dont. But in any case, the ruins arent there any more.
What do you mean? I was just there the other
The tale is all over the district. I heard it from the serving maids in the
kitchen. The huge storm last night. It caused the whole earth to tremble. A
huge crack like Cheddar Gorge opened up and swallowed the ruins.
Randall looked at his friend for confirmation.
Its true, old chap," Blake confirmed with a nod. "I was just on my way
here when Belle and I were knocked right off our feet. We werent hurt, but
it was pretty startling. The bell tower fell in with a huge clang, and then
there was total silence. Like a vacuum. He shook his head. It was the most
remarkable thing Ive ever seen.
Isolde looked at her husband warmly, though a slight frown marred her
joyous expression. Oh well, darling, at least you finished that painting for
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me in the end.
Thats right.
He went over to the desk to show it to his friends, but when he picked it
up, he gaped. But thats not what I
But its what it looks like, Isolde said softly, admiring the picture of the
glade with no ruins and three soaring rainbows.
Their friends gave the a long measuring look.
"It's a grand picture," Arabella praised.
"Aye," Philip and Jasmine agreed. "You'll have to do portraits of all the
children next."
Blake was still staring at them, but merely said, Well, you must be
exhausted, the pair of you. Eswara and I are going to go down and have
something to eat. Shout if you need anything.
Thank you all for everything.
Dont mention it. Our pleasure, Blake said.
Eswara gave them one last long look, and left as well.
Philip and Jasmine departed a short time later, but Michael, Bryony, the
Dowager Lady Hazelmere, and Matthew Dane and his new wife all came
into the lying in room next to offer their best wishes.
Randall and Isolde showed off their triplets happily, completely lost in
the wonder of all they had been blessed with.
When the couple was alone once more, Randall returned to the cradle
and with a proud look at his new sons, grinned joyously at his wife.
Love certainly does do the most miraculous things.
Ive noticed. It can certainly resurrect even the deadest flesh, he said
with a laugh, fidgeting uncomfortably in his suddenly too-tight breeches.
She opener her arms for him to come nestle beside her.
Im sorry, love. You know what Blake said about one month after.
I know. I feel guilty enough about never managing the one month before
part. But after what youve been through, Im chastened. I would never do
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anything to put you in danger. I suppose its the price I have to pay for our
uninhibited enjoyment the whole time you were pregnant.
Dont remind me, or I shall disregard all Blakes warnings and pounce
on you. She put her hand in his lap.
He allowed it to remain for a short time, then lifted it and planted a warm
kiss on her palm.
You must be exhausted. Just lie back and rest. There will be plenty of
time to work that magic with your fingers in the coming weeks, when I get
really desperate with longing for my dearest love.
She nodded. Anytime you like. And thanks to Eswara, we still have all
sorts of fascinating things to explore.
He grinned. Interesting lady.
Yes, love, but I have an even more fascinating husband, she said,
kissing him hard.
You really do need to rest, love, he insisted, putting her hands back
down on her stomach as they began to creep into whatever opening to his
clothing she could find.
She sighed and smiled. Somehow I dont want to sleep. I just want to
gaze at our sons, and never let any of our beloved family out of my sight
ever again.
He nodded, and cradled her against him tenderly. Just as I want to with
you. I can tell you now that I was terrified when you went into labour in the
middle of the night.
But you stayed with me the whole time, and were very very brave. I was
so glad you were here.
I cant tell you how terrified I was. It was almost as bad when I saw you
hanging off the edge of the cliff. I felt like I didnt know what to do, how to
help.
But you did, then and now. Im safe, love, thanks to you. Safe and
happy.
If I had lost you, Isolde, I dont know what would have happened to me.
I would have been even more bitter and despairing than I was before you
saved me.
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I hope not. I hope you would have remembered our love and fought
against the darkness within. Not become a rake again. Youve done so much
good in the government already. Im so proud of you. So will all the children
be when they understand what a brave new world youre trying to create for
them. All eleven of them, so far, she said with a delighted laugh.
What shall we name them, do you think?
She gazed deeply into his eyes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Not your father? he asked.
She shook her head. Not this time. Nor yours. There will be plenty of
others, Im sure.
I know. Youre never mistaken. I just hope not too many girls, or else I
will have a full-time job on my hands minding their virtue.
Dont worry, I shall help, she promised, snuggling against his broad
frame. I shall tell them that when you meet the right person, you will know
it, really and truly. That one should never ever even think about marrying for
mercenary reasons, and there is no greater happiness in the world than to
love and be loved by someone who genuinely esteems you. And that
appearances can be deceiving, but the heart never lies.
He smiled down at her. And to think, if you hadnt been so convinced of
your love for me that you would fight like a virago in order to keep me, I
would never have found Michael again.
Oh, I daresay one of the Rakehells would have tried to effect a
reconciliation at some point.
But you coming to the door to nurse my mother, well, that one kindness
on your part has led to such joy.
She smiled at him. Not complete kindness. I was looking for a job, after
all.
But you learned medicine in the clinic for fallen women. That was a
great kindness, all those you helped. Youve spent all your life saving
people. Its a gift from the gods.
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"And now youve been rewarded. Or at least I hope you have. Triplets is
a pretty tall order for a young woman your age. Add the other eight, and it's
like cleaning out the Augean stables.
She wrinkled her nose. Much more pleasant, I promise. You reforming
this country is much more like a Herculean task, but I dont see you
complaining.
An apt comparison in that case. There is certainly enough shdung to
cope with, he said, catching himself quickly.
She grinned. As there will be with all these nappies, but the children are
delighted at the prospect of helping. Let me just have a little look at them,
and then put my head down for half an hour, and Ill be ready for the rest of
the Rakehell visitors.
He took each sleeping baby out of the cradle for her to kiss.
Francis, Robert, Mark Avenel, she declared.
Eswara is right. I can tell them apart already.
Id better get busy with some embroidery thread, though, just in case.
I think youre going to have your hands awfully busy for the next
twenty years, he said with a warm grin.
So long as youre not complaining, she said, her eyes sparkling with
love and desire.
Never, darling, so long as you never come near me with a needle or
scissors.
As if I would. So long as you dont chat up the flighty little things in my
sewing circle ever again.
My darling, the only woman I am even remotely interested in wiggling
my wickedly seductive tongue for is you.
She grinned. Promises, promises.
Ive kept them all. As you have to me. Love, honour, cherish...
She winked at him. Ive not been too good about the obey part.
I dont mind. I rather like you feisty. Ive tried submissive. Not very
much fun.
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Im glad. Though not many men would agree with you.

He laughed happily. Trust a reformed Rake to be an expert on women.
Ill take feisty any day, or night, so long as she has auburn hair, the bluest
eyes, and the largest, kindest, and bravest heart in the world.
Im going to need it to keep up with these little chaps.
Ill be right by your side every step of the way, I swear. Just try to stop
me.
Randall kissed each boy on the head before placing them side by side
back in the bassinet, and tucking them in.
He smoothed the sheets and sat down carefully on the bed beside her. He
laid her head gently on his shoulder.
In case I havent said it, or said it often enough, I love you, Isolde, more
than life itself. And thank you. Each day I think I cant be happier, and yet
each and every day you gift me with more blessings. I told you what I
wanted in the forest glade, and every single one of my wishes came true.
As have mine.
He kissed her in sheer relief. "I'm so glad. It's my dearest wish of all.
Youve lighted my way in the darkness. Your sweet innocence cleansed me,
made me clean and whole again, a decent man, a good son, father and
husband.
"I dont know if its possible, for I love you more than life itself already.
But I pray our love will only burn more brightly with the passing of time.
He kissed her, and listened to her heart and his beat as one.
I love you, Randall, always.
He threaded his fingers through her silken auburn hair, deepening the
kiss. He wrapped his arm around Isolde as though he would never let her go.
I will love you forever, my life, my wife, my dearest love.
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Authors note
All of my novels start out as questions in my head. This pair of novels,
Innocence, and Innocence Afire, came about as a result of my wondering
what would happen if an innocent, unsuspecting young woman came to the
door of a man in desperate need of her help, without him even realising it,
until it was almost too late for him to be redeemed.
Before I knew it, I had way over 100,000 words, and was nowhere near
finished with their relationship growing. Therefore, Innocence grew to
become a pair of novels, from Randall and Isolde meeting so shockingly and
marrying, and starting to live as husband and wife, to Innocence Afire, as
Isolde must trust to love despite their inner demons and external enemies
trying to tear them apart.
As always, I wanted to capture the miracle and blessing of falling in love,
and of course there were some loose ends to be tied up in Michael Avenels
story The Model Master.
So in these paired novels, his brother Randall unexpectedly becomes the
Earl of Hazelmere, and we get an insight into the family Michael fled when
he went off to war, and has been running from ever since.
The paranormal elements have been running throughout this series;
having had enough supernatural experiences of my own living in Somerset
and Ireland, I can honestly say there are things truly beyond my ken. For
example, the coincidence of me being rescued once from certain death
falling over a cliff by a former boyfriend whom I had not seen in ages
convinced me as nothing else ever did that miracles really do happen.
Randall as a character was so fully developed and so full of conflict that
he swept me up into his world. I wanted a jaded character who was deeply
burdened, but brave enough to try to correct his problems and reform his
life. A true family man and one of firm principles, like all the Rakehells,
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who needs the love and support of a good woman to light his way.
As for Isolde, her courage and determination make her Randalls equal.
Her quest for the truth and willingness to fight for what she loves makes all
things possible, as we have seen in Innocence Afire.
I hope you enjoyed Randall and Isoldes story, and we will see them and
Michael later in the series teaming up with the other Rakehells in their many
adventures.
As always, there will be plenty of romance and intrigue along the way. In
the meantime, may all of your fantasies and dreams come true!
I am delighted to hear from my readers, so do keep the fan emails and
comments coming!
Blessings!
S. M.
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Innocence Afire

Book 11 of The Rakehell Regency Romance Series

Also by Sorcha MacMurrough

The Rakehell Regency Romance Series

RAKEHELL CHARACTER LIST

(for their story, see The Mistaken Miss)

Alistair Grant, a Rakehell and barrister in London

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much

bring myself to go back to the scene of the crime, as it were. Otherwise, Im

This is more than he ever could have hoped for you.

saw enough naked women.

the enigmatic man who was now her husband.

A cause for scandal in itself, she pointed out.

there, and out to get even.

He got his kiss, with interest. Good morning, darling wife.

dont believe in punishing them for the sins of their parents.

Lucky I am mad, then. Mad about you.

No games. Just a man and a woman in love.

Anything to please the lady. All you have to do is ask.

All right. But you will tell me-

Darling, I would never dream of complaining. I adore being your

Just as pale blue is yours.

have betrayed everyone he loved and cared about.

Thank you, dear.

You cant work all the time, darling.

illnesses, bumps and scrapes occupying her attention.

movement. His mouth covered hers in an instant, seeking, insistent. Any

It was scary and wonderful.

the seat of some very powerful druids.

It is as good a goal as any, she agreed quietly.

below his waist.

So now youre prepared to believe me that there was a man? Isolde

you accused our friends of the most vile-

I was an idiot, I know. I think hell forgive me in time.

well find out. We just need to work together, and be patient.

insulting that you would even suggest it.

When Randall was home, he seemed to be completely uncomplicated,

No, really, Randall, theres no need.

But I do want to know! I need to know. I hold you in my arms, Randall,

Finely furnished and carpeted, she reflected, taking in all the

Yes? he said again.

He looked surprised, but nodded.

I feel the children and I can never reach.

But Randall needs you! Grim Reaper or not!

waistcoat you made me.

compunction in shredding your reputation the way you've tried to do with

Do you want to tie me up?

possible for me to give, or for you to feel.

Randall, please! Come inside me.

Lady Hazelmere was in a talkative mood. As always, Isolde loved to hear

We never did learn who she ran off with.

cousins. I never worried my head over it because I had five sons.

him. An animal breaking cover, a blow? She shrugged.

We need to know the truth.

are. Rakehells. Such a dashing name, though it made me shudder at first.

"It's all right, my love."

emotions of the day overcoming him at last.

He shot her an astonished look, but nodded.

What could Randall possibly have ever She laughed shortly. Of

him the momentous news.

desk, and he read through the procedures quickly.

so happy, Alexander said.