Tall, dark, and handsome, the heir to the Earl of Hargate, Benedict Carsington, is known for his impeccable manners and good breeding. Benedict knows all the rules and has no trouble following them-- until Bathsheba Wingate enters his life. Now, the two must embark on a rescue mission that puts them in dangerous, intimate proximity. Fortunately, Benedict is in perfect control-- despite his mad desire to break all the rules. Perfect control. Really.
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Posted January 04, 2009 by Cooper , HoustonPlease don't let the cover fool you! This is a very wonderful romantic/passionate story. One of my favorites.
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Excerpt from Lord Perfect by Loretta Chase
Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly, London, September 1821
HE LEANT AGAINST THE WINDOW FRAME, offering those within the exhibition hall a fine rear view of a long, well-proportioned frame, expensively garbed. He seemed to have his arms folded and his attention upon the window, though the thick glass could show him no more than a blurred image of Piccadilly.
It was clear in any case that the exhibition within--of the marvels Giovanni Belzoni had discovered in Egypt--had failed to hold his interest.
The woman surreptitiously studying him decided he would make the perfect model of the bored aristocrat.
Supremely assured. Perfectly poised. Immaculately dressed. Tall. Dark.
He turned his head, presenting the expected patrician profile.
It wasn't what she expected.
She couldn't breathe.
BENEDICT CARSINGTON, VISCOUNT Rathbourne, turned away from the thick-paned window and the distorted view it offered of the lively scene outside--of horses, vehicles, and pedestrians in Piccadilly. With an inner sigh, he directed his dark gaze into the exhibition hall, where Death was on display.
"Belzoni's Tomb," exhibiting the explorer's discoveries in Egypt a few years ago, had proved a rousing success since its debut on the first of May. Against his better judgment, Benedict had formed one of the nineteen hundred attendees on opening day. This was his third visit, and once again, he had much rather be elsewhere.
Ancient Egypt did not exert over him the hold it did over so many of his relatives. Even his numskull brother Rupert had fallen under its spell, perhaps because the present-day place offered so many opportunities for head-breaking and hairsbreadth escapes from death. But Rupert was most certainly not the reason for Lord Rathbourne's spending another long afternoon in the Egyptian Hall.
The reason sat at the far end of the room: Benedict's thirteen-year-old nephew and godson Peregrine Dalmay, Earl of Lisle and sole issue of Benedict's brother-in-law, the Marquess of Atherton. The boy was diligently copying Belzoni's model of the interior of the famous Second Pyramid, whose entrance the explorer had discovered three years ago.
Diligence, Peregrine's schoolmasters would have told anyone--and had told his father, repeatedly--was not one of Lord Lisle's more noticeable character traits.
When it came to things Egyptian, however, Peregrine was persevering to a fault. They had arrived two hours ago, and his interest showed no signs of flagging. Any other boy would have been wild to be out and engaging in physical activity one and three-quarters of an hour ago.
But then, had this been any other boy, Benedict would not have had to come himself to the Egyptian Hall. He would have sent a servant to play nursemaid.