Beauty and the Baron

Beauty and the Baron
Deborah Hale

COULD SHE DEFEAT HIS DARKNESS AND BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE?Handsome rakehell turned scarred recluse Lord Lucius Daventry returns from battle intent on forgetting the past. Yet, once home, Lucius is presented with one final mission: marry Angela Lacewood and grant his ailing grandfather’s dying wish.Or at least pretend to marry her.But the young beauty he remembers is now an exquisite woman. A woman strong enough to breach the walls he hides behind and steal his heart.

‘No wonder you fell in love with the stars.’

Lucius nodded. ‘They still have the power to take me away from who I am and what I’ve become.’

He could think of one other endeavour that might provide a blissful means of escape.

What would he give to see her, just once, naked as a goddess, kissed by the rosy glow of daybreak or twilight, her golden curls loose in a wanton cascade?

His title? Without question.

His fortune? Readily.

His soul? Perhaps even that.

About the Author

In the process of tracing her Canadian family to their origins in eighteenth-century Britain, DEBORAH HALE learned a great deal about the period and uncovered plenty of true-life inspiration for her historical romance novels! Deborah lives with her very own hero and their four fast-growing children in Nova Scotia—a province steeped in history and romance!

Deborah invites you to become better acquainted with her by visiting her personal website, www.deborahhale.com, or chatting with her in the Harlequin Mills & Boon online communities.

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MY LORD PROTECTOR

CARPETBAGGER’S WIFE

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BORDER BRIDE

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THE BRIDE SHIP

A WINTER NIGHT’S TALE

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Beauty and the Baron

Deborah Hale

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For Tracy Farrell, who has given me the most wonderful editorial support from the moment I joined Harlequin Mills & Boon

Historicals. If I’m able to live up to her faith in me I know I’ll last long and go far in this business.

And in memory of my adored grandfather, John MacDonald, who remains cherished in my heart and still speaks to me when I listen for his voice.

Chapter One

Northamptonshire, England, 1818

“Who shut the curtains on such a lovely day?” Angela Lacewood darted into the drawing room at Netherstowe, her bonnet pulled back off her head and a pair of thick gloves in one hand. “It’s like a tomb in here!”

She’d been working out in the garden, basking in the lavish sunshine of late May when the butler had summoned her to receive an unexpected visitor. Why anyone would be paying a call at Netherstowe when the family was traveling abroad, Angela could not guess. Nor did she much care, to be truthful.

She would deal with them as quickly as possible, then reclaim her privacy.

As she crossed the darkened room to open the curtains, her eyes not yet accustomed to the dimness of indoors, a deep masculine voice reached out of the shadows, like a foot to trip her up.

“Leave the curtains be! I shut them and I wish them kept that way until I go.”

Startled by the brusque order, Angela dropped her gloves and took a stumbling step too near her aunt’s favorite footstool. Her foot caught on the low hurdle and she pitched to the floor.

Or would have done, had not a powerful pair of arms unfolded out of the darkness to catch her.

“I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” The voice clearly belonged to the same person as the arms, for it wafted into her left ear from so intimate a distance it might almost have been a kiss. But could that voice—smooth, rich and beguiling—be the same gruff one that had frightened her into a humiliating stumble?

Perhaps they did have one thing in common, after all, she decided. Both made her heart flutter and her breath hasten…for quite different reasons.