Verity’s Lie by Grace Elliot
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Charles Huntley, Lord Ryevale, infamous rogue…and government agent.
In unsettled times, with
at war with England , Ryevale is assigned to covertly protect a politician’s daughter,
Miss Verity Verrinder. To keep Verity under his watchful eye, Ryevale plots a
campaign of seduction that no woman can resist– except it seems, Miss
Verrinder. In order to gain her trust Ryevale enters Verity’s world of charity
meetings and bookshops…where the unexpected happens and he falls in love with
his charge. France
When Lord Ryevale turns his bone-melting charms on her, Verity questions his lordship’s motivation. But with her controlling father abroad, Verity wishes to explore
reluctantly accepts Ryevale’s companionship. As the compelling attraction
between them strengthens, Verity is shattered to learn her instincts are
correct after all – and Ryevale is not what he seems. If
Lord Ryevale can lie, then so can she…but with disastrous consequences. London
Verity closed the library door and wilted. With toe-curling embarrassment she recalled her prudish disapproval and cringed afresh. Why couldn't she have appeared worldly and calm, instead of behaving like a stuttering, prissy schoolgirl. And why Lord Ryevale, of all people? If she hadn't been distracted by plans to confront her father, then she wouldn't have been caught so off guard. Verity took comfort in that it was unlikely their paths would cross again.
chest like a shield, Verity composed her thoughts before facing her father, then
made for the garden. The root of her
discomfort lay in noticing Lord Ryevale earlier that evening. When he arrived, the atmosphere had changed
tangibly; women became more vivacious and men bristled defensively. He moved with the self-assurance of a pack
leader and, when he passed close by, a wicked smile quirked across his
intriguing lips—and Verity didn't usually notice mouths. But more alarming still were his eyes—nut
brown and intense—and when he had glanced in her direction, she felt as if he
could read her mind. Shaken, she
wondered if she had inherited her mother's weakness for the opposite sex, a
sobering thought that worried her. Cicero
From his wide chest and broad shoulders, to the square jaw and strong cheekbones, Ryevale filled her mind; so when she had received her father's note to fetch his copy of
, she had
welcomed the excuse to leave the ball and calm her wits. That was, until she opened the library door
to find the man she was running from in a compromising position with another
man's wife. Cicero
After three laps of the garden, her cheeks had cooled and her mind felt more ordered.
Tonight she would seize the moment; before her father left on business, she would appeal for more freedom. Her speech planned out, she was ready to face him.
Verity hurried along the corridor, pausing outside the study door to straighten her hair. This was it: now or never. She knocked and, at a gruff acknowledgment from the other side, entered.
Between the gloomy room and being a little nearsighted, it took Verity a moment to assimilate three men were present: her father, the prime minister and a figure in the shadows.
"Father. Lord Liverpool." She squinted, trying to identify their guest. As Ryevale stepped forward, her pulse hit a crescendo. Alarm fluttered in her breast, threatening her ability to breathe. "My lord." How her voice held steady, she had no idea.
He stood at ease, which irritated her. Why did her wits scatter like pigeons before a cat when he smiled in that bone-melting way? Annoyed at herself, she answered his smile with a glare before turning to her father. "Your book, Father."
"Ah, Verity. Thank you."
Her father took a cursory glance at the spine then set the
Verity longed to escape, to be able to breathe and to release the tension swelling in her chest.
"If that's all, I won't intrude further." She felt Ryevale's gaze, hot against her skin, and some unnamed sensation coiled and tightened inside.
"Ah, Verity, let me introduce my guest."
"We've already met," she replied tartly.
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Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. Grace lives near
and is passionate about history, romance and cats! She is
housekeeping staff to five cats, two sons, one husband and a bearded dragon
(not necessarily listed in order of importance). “Verity’s Lie” is Grace’s
fourth novel. London
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