Taming a Gentleman Spy
The Spies of Mayfair Book #2
by Maggi Andersen
BLURB
John Haldane, Earl of Strathairn, is on an urgent mission to
find the killer of his fellow spy. After visiting the young widow of one of his
agents, Strathairn strengthens his resolve. A spy should never marry, and most
certainly not to Lady Sibella Winborne, with her romantic ideas of love and
marriage. Unable to give Sibella up entirely, he has kept her close as a
friend. Then, weak fool that he is, he kissed her.
Lady Sibella Winborne has refused several offers of marriage
since she first set eyes on the handsome Earl of Strathairn. Sibella’s many
siblings always rush to her aid to discourage an ardent suitor, but not this
time. Her elder brother, Chaloner, Marquess of Brandreth, has approved Lord
Coombe’s suit. Sibella yearns to set up
her own household. She is known to be the sensible member of the family, but
she doesn’t feel at all sensible about Lord Strathairn. If only she could
forget that kiss.
EXCERPT
Beneath glistening chandeliers, the dancers spun to the
strains of a Handel waltz. Strathairn smiled down at his partner, her slim
waist beneath his hand as they danced. Lady Sibella Winborne looked like a
delicate flower in a gauzy pale gown covered in amber blossom. White ostrich
feather plumes adorned her luxuriant dark locks. He enjoyed looking at her. Her
serene oval face lifted and she smiled at him, her mouth wide and full. Too
wide for beauty some might say, but made for kissing. She had inherited her
mother’s famous eyes, a delectable mix of blue and green, but her nature was
quieter, lacking the vivacity of her mother in her youth, who was said to have
had men falling at her feet. He admired Sibella’s calm beauty, but she was oh,
so much more: practical, poised and intelligent. Yet still unmarried, which
surprised him.
“You arrived late tonight. I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she
said.
“I was tied up with business.”
“Not parliament?”
“No.”
She tilted her head. “Your horses, then?”
He grinned at her blatant curiosity. “No.”
“You won’t tell me.”
“No.”
Sibella laughed with good humor. “Very well. Might I find
you riding in Hyde Park tomorrow?”
“I hope to.”
Her delicate brows rose. “If business doesn’t keep you.”
He laughed. “Precisely.”
The music faded away. Strathairn escorted her back to her
chair where her mother, the Dowager Marchioness of Brandreth, sat fanning
herself among the other dowagers. He bowed, planning to slip into the rooms set
aside for gambling. As much as he might wish to dance with Sibella again, it
would place them under scrutiny, and faro was an effective release from the
tension he always carried with him.
“Don’t rush off, Strathairn,” her sharp-eyed mother said.
“We have seen little of you of late. You rarely frequent these affairs.” She
waved her fan in an arc to encompass the ballroom. “Where have you been
hiding?”
“Not hiding, my lady, merely visiting my estates.”
Lady Brandreth adjusted the silk shawl over her shoulders.
“Did you include that pile of yours in Yorkshire? I enjoyed the hunt ball, but
it’s cold as charity in winter up in those parts.”
“Not this time, but I miss it. There’s a wild beauty to the
dales in winter, quite unlike southern England.”
“I daresay.” Her purple turban wobbled as she nodded. “You
are a fine figure of a man, Strathairn. What are you now? Six and thirty? You
should marry. You should be setting up your nursery.” She gestured toward her
daughter sitting beside her. “Sibella will bear you healthy children. The
Brandreths come of good stock, and the Wederells even better.”
“Mama, please!” He caught Sibella’s apologetic gaze and
suppressed a wry smile. Her plea would have little effect; the marchioness was
known to be one of the most colorful and outspoken members of the ton.
The dowager batted her daughter’s protest away with her fan.
“I am merely speaking the truth, Sibella.”
“Your daughter is a credit to you, my lady,” he said with a
smile. “She has inherited both your beauty and intelligence.”
“Now you are toad eating.” A roguish smile lit Lady
Brandreth’s face. “You always were a charmer. Sibella is intelligent. Walk with
her on the terrace to discover it for yourself.”
“I should be delighted.”
PURCHASE LINKS
AUTHOR BIO
Maggi Andersen fell in love with the Georgian and Regency
worlds after reading the books of Georgette Heyer. Victoria Holt's Gothic
Victorian novels were also great favorites.
She has raised three children and gained a BA and an MA in
Creative Writing. After husband David retired from the law, they moved to the
beautiful Southern Highlands of Australia.
Maggi's free time is spent enjoying her garden and the local
wildlife, reading, movies and the theatre. She keeps fit swimming and visiting
the gym.
Maggi is a multi-published author, and writes mysteries and
young adult novels as well as her Georgian, Regency and Victorian romances.
Website: http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/maggiandersen
GIVEAWAY
Maggi will award a $50 Amazon GC plus an e-book copy of A
Baron in Her Bed – The Spies of Mayfair, Book #1 to a randomly drawn commenter
during the tour.
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