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Heiress Without a Cause (Muses of Mayfair, #1) Heiress Without a Cause by Sara Ramsey
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“We should have consulted each other before the event,” Caro said, staring up at him and ignoring Madeleine. “If you were the Aeneas to my Dido, think what a stir we could have caused.”
Dido — the Carthaginian queen who stabbed herself in the heart after being abandoned by her Trojan lover. “You look very well, of course, but I have chosen a different consort.” Caro cast a flickering glance at Madeleine, just enough to make it clear that the actress was socially beneath her. “I have little love for Salford’s ward, but it does seem callous of you to parade this actress chit in front of the ton when you’d have everyone believe that your engagement to Lady Madeleine is a love match.”
“You know how these things play,” he said, trying to sound bored. “Lady Madeleine could never attend an event such as this, and I’ve no intention of giving up all my entertainments.”
“Just the same as always, aren’t you?” Caro said. “You hold all the power, and it’s all directed to your own ends. If I thought you were capable of change, I could forgive you — but you are just as selfish as you were ten years ago.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“We should have consulted each other before the event,” Caro said, staring up at him and ignoring Madeleine. “If you were the Aeneas to my Dido, think what a stir we could have caused.”
Dido — the Carthaginian queen who stabbed herself in the heart after being abandoned by her Trojan lover. “You look very well, of course, but I have chosen a different consort.” Caro cast a flickering glance at Madeleine, just enough to make it clear that the actress was socially beneath her. “I have little love for Salford’s ward, but it does seem callous of you to parade this actress chit in front of the ton when you’d have everyone believe that your engagement to Lady Madeleine is a love match.”
“You know how these things play,” he said, trying to sound bored. “Lady Madeleine could never attend an event such as this, and I’ve no intention of giving up all my entertainments.”
“Just the same as always, aren’t you?” Caro said. “You hold all the power, and it’s all directed to your own ends. If I thought you were capable of change, I could forgive you — but you are just as selfish as you were ten years ago.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“We should have consulted each other before the event,” Caro said, staring up at him and ignoring Madeleine. “If you were the Aeneas to my Dido, think what a stir we could have caused.”
Dido — the Carthaginian queen who stabbed herself in the heart after being abandoned by her Trojan lover. “You look very well, of course, but I have chosen a different consort.” Caro cast a flickering glance at Madeleine, just enough to make it clear that the actress was socially beneath her. “I have little love for Salford’s ward, but it does seem callous of you to parade this actress chit in front of the ton when you’d have everyone believe that your engagement to Lady Madeleine is a love match.”
“You know how these things play,” he said, trying to sound bored. “Lady Madeleine could never attend an event such as this, and I’ve no intention of giving up all my entertainments.”
“Just the same as always, aren’t you?” Caro said. “You hold all the power, and it’s all directed to your own ends. If I thought you were capable of change, I could forgive you — but you are just as selfish as you were ten years ago.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“Madeleine had never looked lovelier, which was part of his problem. Her gown should have been a disgrace, would have been her immediate downfall if she were there as a chaperone, but it was designed to tempt a man’s desires. He had never adored the overblown courtesans who littered the demimonde, but even though the dress was revealing, Madeleine was perfect in it — all the grace of a lady, with the finest pair of breasts just barely swathed in muslin and practically begging for his touch.
He dragged his eyes back to her face. She was smiling mischievously — she may have been a spinster, but she wasn’t a fool. “I suggest we retire, monsieur, so that you may examine my... bodice more properly.”
Her desire for him struck him like a spur. He hadn’t thought he could be any harder for her, but the teasing lilt in her voice proved him wrong. She would never see him as a duty she had to suffer — she wanted him, all of him, just as he was, and as often as possible. The rest of his life might be an endless series of duties — but with her, it would all be pleasure.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“She turned back to Ferguson just in time to see him swallow hard. He looked like someone had bashed him in the head. Finally, he said, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
There was none of the polite flattery she was used to from the ton — he sounded absolutely serious, as though he faced a guillotine and wanted those to be his last words. She knew he desired her, but she never tired of hearing it. She curtsied low for him, feeling wicked as the bodice slid dangerously across her breasts.
“And you are the most perfect consort for the evening, monsieur.”
“Just the evening?” he asked, arching a brow. She brushed up against him to whisper in his ear,
“Perhaps longer, if fate and mon Dieu agree.”
He laughed, low and sinful, and tilted her chin up. “Careful, love. You’ll have me taking you home before we’ve even danced.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“I may commit murder if anyone ogles you — and they will, I assure you. I would worship that dress if I could have you to myself in it.” “Don’t say a hardened rake like you has never seen such a display,” Madeleine retorted, her cheeks flushing at the thought of what was to come.
“I haven’t,” he said flatly. “Seeing you in the foyer when I retrieved you from our house was enough to make me want to drag you upstairs and strip you out of that dress. In the atmosphere of Westbrook’s ball... I must warn you that I’m not sure how long I will be able to keep my hands off you.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“Your talent with drawing is astounding. Do you draw often?” “I prefer painting, but I haven’t painted in an age. Too many parties, don’t you know.” Her light tone sounded forced. “If you care to join us, Amelia, Miss Prudence Etchingham and I meet weekly to discuss our artistic and academic pursuits. Perhaps you would find time to paint if you were to become part of our little circle?” Madeleine spoke impulsively, believing the invitation would be well received, but her voice faltered at the end. Ellie had the same frozen, frigid look that Madeleine had seen the night Ferguson had taken her to Ellie’s house — like she had been confronted with something she wanted desperately to forget. “I am sorry,” Madeleine said quickly. “I didn’t mean to presume.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“Yes, the Queen of the Underworld, come back from the dead. And Ferguson can dress as Hades. It is perfect, don’t you think?”.....
“The ton will think we’re laughing at them.”
“You are.” The smile on Ellie’s face was almost evil.
“But they will love you all the more for your audacity. If you were not so acclaimed, it might be foolish. If you knew, though, how every man in my circle has clamored to meet you and how they’ve all cursed Ferguson for keeping you hidden away, you would not be so nervous about this appearance. They will be falling at your feet — especially in that dress.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause
“He pulled her onto the dance floor, claiming one of the waltzes she now always saved for him. In the only act that betrayed his autocratic tendencies, Ferguson demanded that she only waltz with him — a promise she kept eagerly, since no other partner would satisfy her.”
Sara Ramsey, Heiress Without a Cause