By Anne Stuart
Longing for the downfall of Nicholas Blackthorne, the infamous rake whom she holds answerable for the lack of her advantage and her family members fortune, Ghislaine de Lorgny is unexpectedly kidnapped via her such a lot hated enemy.
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If he touched her again she would take the knife from the tray that she'd carried and plunge it into his heart. " she requested quietly, eyes still downcast. "Certainly. I have no wish to bed an angry female. " That surprised her into looking at him, her mouth dropping open in shock. There was a speculative expression in his dark eyes, one that was almost more disturbing than his brief touch had been. "Monsieur is mistaken. I am the chef," she said. " She didn't wait for his reply, or her dismissal.
Ghislaine sat alone in the darkness, watching the glow from the wall of ovens, her small, strong hands resting loosely in her lap. The huge chair dwarfed her slight frame, but the kitchen staff knew better than to suggest removing that chair. It was provided for her comfort, and the comfort of Lady Ellen Fitzwater's personal French chef was of the utmost importance. Never mind that the chef was a female, an unheard-of circumstance. Never mind that she was on far too friendly terms with her unconventional employer and yet kept a careful distance from everyone who dwelled be-lowstairs.
He could hire passage on one of the merchant boats that plied their trade, both legal and illegal, between Calais and Dover. He was more than adept at turning a blind eye to the occasional cask of brandy. Surely he'd be able to find passage… "So I'd like you to take Ghislaine," the old man was saying. " Nicholas forgot about smuggling for the moment to stare at his godfather in shock. "I'd like you to take Ghislaine with you to England. I've worked out an escape route for Madeleine and Charles-Louis, if things ever come to that.
A Rose at Midnight by Anne Stuart