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Her thumb slid over thick, textured vellum embossed with a crest. Her gaze fell to the title, in bold text. It did indeed read—The Earl of Trent. She slumped against the doorframe in disbelief. How could the earl know who she was? Cobb lurked over her shoulder, demanding a decision on tea as Venetia locked the door to her studio with shaking hands. Lifting her skirts, she hurried down the hallway in the most unladylike way.

But if she was running into disaster, she wanted to get it done with.

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Plodding footfalls told her Mrs. The most preposterous notion dawned as Venetia sped down the stairs.

What if her father had gambled again, hoping to win his vowels back from the earl? What if this time Trent had won her at cards? Reaching the open drawing room door, she stopped, smoothed her skirts, and gulped down steadying breaths.

She must be careful. Maryanne, Grace…they at least deserved a chance at the lives Mother hoped they would lead—marriage, children, happiness… The earl, she noted, had found the only warm spot in her chilly drawing room. As soon as she stepped inside, the cold seeped through her dress and wrapped its icy fingers around her bare neck.

Since she never received guests, she never heated the room.

At least a fire now crackled in the hearth. His lordship stood so close to the licking flames, she feared a spark might set his trousers alight.

His left elbow was propped on the mantel, between the unfortunate bric-a-brac left by the previous tenant—two candlesticks shaped like nude women and a bronze of his favorite mount.

Venetia closed the door gently behind her, then stopped short, still clutching the doorknob. The earl balanced an open book in his large gloved hand and he lazily flipped the pages.

The faint sunlight cast a bluish gleam on his coal black hair and slanted across his straight shoulders. Skintight trousers displayed magnificent legs and disappeared into Hessians with a mirror finish.

She arched on tiptoe to spy around his broad frame. But Tales of a London Gentleman was bound in burgundy leather, in exactly the same shade as the book lying across that massive hand.

The earl paused at a plate, then turned the book in his hand to study some detail that had caught his fancy. He moved to capture the light more fully on the page, and she saw his profile.

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Raven hair, darkly lashed eyes, patrician features, and wide, firm lips. Her stomach pitched to her toes.

But since he stood before her in the flesh, obviously her assumption had been wrong. It made sense. Rodesson attended brothels and orgies and hells. On the actual scenes he had witnessed? The titles flew through her whirling mind. The Fair Lady Bound.

Capture perfectly the growing astonishment on his face as this act that he must have experienced a thousand times—at least—became new and special and wonderful once more… She took short, unsteady breaths as she stepped back from naughty fantasy to the reality of her tiny studio. Her body hummed with desire, ached with it. With a sigh, Venetia plopped her brush in the jar and swirled it until the water blushed pink, lit by the fragile spring sunlight that spilled through the paned window.

The only raven-haired scoundrels in her life lived on the canvases stacked on the narrow shelves of her studio, all safely hidden beneath muslin covers. That rakes never truly reformed— A sharp rap on the door had her almost knocking over the water glass. The rap came again. Cobb burst through the door just as she hid the scandalous picture. Cobb puffed from the jaunt up the stairs. Her cheeks blazed red, her cap was askew.

She held out a card. A gentleman calling upon you alone! Her housekeeper pushed her cap upright. I put him in the drawing room.

Should I put the kettle on? She pushed her chair back, snatched up the studio key, and crossed the floor in a heartbeat to take the card.

Her thumb slid over thick, textured vellum embossed with a crest. Her gaze fell to the title, in bold text. It did indeed read—The Earl of Trent. She slumped against the doorframe in disbelief.

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How could the earl know who she was? Cobb lurked over her shoulder, demanding a decision on tea as Venetia locked the door to her studio with shaking hands. Lifting her skirts, she hurried down the hallway in the most unladylike way. But if she was running into disaster, she wanted to get it done with. Plodding footfalls told her Mrs.

The most preposterous notion dawned as Venetia sped down the stairs. What if her father had gambled again, hoping to win his vowels back from the earl? What if this time Trent had won her at cards?

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Reaching the open drawing room door, she stopped, smoothed her skirts, and gulped down steadying breaths. She must be careful. Maryanne, Grace…they at least deserved a chance at the lives Mother hoped they would lead—marriage, children, happiness… The earl, she noted, had found the only warm spot in her chilly drawing room.

As soon as she stepped inside, the cold seeped through her dress and wrapped its icy fingers around her bare neck. Since she never received guests, she never heated the room. At least a fire now crackled in the hearth. His lordship stood so close to the licking flames, she feared a spark might set his trousers alight.

His left elbow was propped on the mantel, between the unfortunate bric-a-brac left by the previous tenant—two candlesticks shaped like nude women and a bronze of his favorite mount.

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Venetia closed the door gently behind her, then stopped short, still clutching the doorknob.Maryanne, Grace…they at least deserved a chance at the lives Mother hoped they would lead—marriage, children, happiness… The earl, she noted, had found the only warm spot in her chilly drawing room. Email required Address never made public. Download our Spring Fiction Sampler Now. Hicks A love filled picture book of a true story Contains questions to ask young readers to reflect on the plot, the characters and the possibility to reach dreams of their own I definitely would have enjoyed reading this story when I was young A good introduction to saving, patience and delayed gratifica She has shown Devon how to live and love again.

I think you have caught my likeness perfectly in this one. Sharon Page.

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