Aldridge left them talking and crossed to a chair near Lady Charlotte’s window seat. “Will your family object to my mama coming to visit Tony? I would suggest taking him back to my place, but I don’t think he should be moved until the bones have started to knit.” “He Read more…
Standing in his doorway, her lips pressed into a tight line and her face white except for two spots of high colour on her cheekbones, was the woman of his fondest dreams. And she didn’t look happy to be there. A cold breeze down below warned him that his hastily-donned Read more…
She shook her head again. “I have been dreaming about kisses. Not the ones forced on a person, but kisses a woman participates in. I have had the pecks you have given me, and they were pleasant. But I never wanted anything else. The kisses I have glimpsed from time Read more…
Aldridge did not raise his voice. “I shall give you five minutes to explain the reasons you felt urged to ‘warn’ my sister. You have a tendency to be pompous, but I have seen no evidence that you are crude or immoral. Or, at least, not more immoral than the Read more…
A post in The Teatime Tattler Date: 20 July 1810 Just last month, this paper reported on the scandalous behaviour of two of the ton’s most outrageous rakes. Lord Overton comes to Town for a mere three weeks per year, but his shocking exploits with the Merry Marquis during that Read more…
Aldridge, as always when he had been with his father, returned jittery and bitter. No point in talking to him until he could think straight. All he wanted was the comfort of Becky’s body, and for days, she barely left the town-house’s great bed, as he expended his nervous energy Read more…
Lady Ballingcroft was now quite happy and, with a kiss for Hugh and another for Aldridge, left the room on Mrs Barlow’s arm. “And Bally will never know he has been Aldridged?” “He will suspect, my dear, when you start practicing the new tricks you have learned. Did I not Read more…
“Mama?” At the sound of Aldridge’s voice, Eleanor, Duchess of Haverford composed her face, smoothing the slight frown that creased her forehead and forcing a smile as she greeted this beloved guest. “My love,” she said, as he crossed to press a kiss on the hand she raised for him, Read more…
Aldridge never did find out how he came to be naked, alone, and sleeping in the small summerhouse in the garden of a country cottage. His last memory of the night before had him twenty miles away, and—although not dressed—in a comfortable bed, and in company. The first time he Read more…
