A Gentleman Never Tells: The sexy, steamy and utterly page-turning new regency romance from the million-copy bestselling author (Belmore Square)

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I know you feel ashamed to be in company, her sister continued, energetically digging her own grave, as far as Lizzie was concerned. Unfortunately, most ­people are aware the circumstances of your marriage, not to mention the fact that Adrian was so imprudent as to die away from home. Perhaps you should explain to me, Lizzie had said, because my father unaccountably forgot to mention it. As did you, I might add. I couldn’t do that,” Cat said, in a sudden digression. “Mr. Lyddle has developed a most unfortunate addiction to strong ale, and he’s regularly found lying about in the gutter singing, rather than butchering meat.”

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Perhaps you should explain to me,” Lizzie had said, “because my father unaccountably forgot to mention it. As did you, I might add.” She laughs, and it is like sweet whispers in my ear. ‘I do not have tactics, Mr Melrose. I’m simply curious.”It is as if she thinks it her responsibility to look out for her brother. For Christ’s sake, her brother is an athletic, six-foot four-inch bison of a man, and she is a petite, slender, willowy female with, I realise now, an air of self-importance about her. ‘Your family, my lady, were renowned for being dead.’ She flinches, as do I. Did I just say that? Adrian had unemotionally laid out the terms of her marriage. It seemed her father had paid a great deal of money to buy his daughter the title of Lady Troutt. For his part, Adrian had wed her for her dowry, and because he needed someone to care for his mother. For the first time—and in her experience, the last time—her husband had been a little defensive, even a trifle ashamed. “I never lied. He knows perfectly well that we will lead separate lives.” I am not hiding,” Lizzie said, stung. “I take fresh air and moderate exercise every day. I simply like reading in bed. Or in a chair.” His wife. My housekeeper says that she gets better cuts at a lower price. You’re trying to distract me with talk of singing drunkards, Cat said, unfairly. Let’s discuss your future.

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She gazes out of the window, smiling over the top of it, and I swallow, as Sampson declares his departure, virtually diving out of the window.It’s time toimmerse ourselves in Regency London again with the eclectic residents of Belmore Square. Full of secrets, sins and scandal, there is never a dull moment. Take a breath and get ready for Frank & Taya’s story. What the bloody hell are you doing?’ I blurt, practically lunging for his leg to save him from falling to the cutting stones. Of course, I miss it, for the man moves fast, and I look out of the window, turning my head to see up onto the roof. Moderate exercise, her sister said with palpable loathing. You used to ride every day, for pleasure. We would practice archery on a fine day like this, or roam about the countryside, not sit inside reading.