Excerpt

Emma was about to rise to her feet and go to where Lady Matilda sat with several other dowagers who were enjoying a gossip together when the master of ceremonies appeared before her. “Miss Emma Napier,“ he said in a portentous voice. “May I have permission to present his lordship, the Marquis of Desborough?” 

Emma trembled with fright. Her face burnt and her heart thumped madly. Through her confusion, she heard his lordship say, “How do you do, Miss Napier.“ She couldn’t look at him and mumbled some reply, scarcely aware of the master of ceremonies bow before he departed. “May I have the pleasure of the waltz, Miss Napier?“ his lordship asked. 

Emma swallowed hard and managed to gasp. “I’m sorry, it’s already been asked for.“ She didn’t have the dance engaged. She was a novice at the waltz and refused all her willing partners. She expected his lordship to leave, but after a moment’s hesitation, he sat on the vacant chair beside her. 

“I have a feeling we’ve met before, Miss Napier?“ 

She was forced to look at him. He gazed at her in expectance. “No, we haven’t.“ Her voice was firm though she felt hot and faint. There was a roaring in her ears and she had difficulty breathing. She had to find an excuse to leave, but she doubted her ability to walk away from him.  

There was a hard look in his dark eyes. “Are you sure?“ 

“Of, course, I am.” He can’t prove it was you, she thought feverishly. He saw you in candlelight and he was drunk. She glanced at him, seeing him properly for the first time. Dressed formally in black trousers, black coat, white waistcoat and elaborately tied neck cloth, his lordship was one of the most attractive men in the ballroom. “I’m sure I’d remember if I’d met you before, my lord.“ She smiled, trying to sound the coquette like some of the debutantes she had met.

He looked surprised. For a moment it seemed, he didn’t know how to answer her. He rose to his feet. She was relieved he was leaving, but instead he took her arm and drew her to her feet. “It appears your partner isn’t going to honour his commitment so will you give me the pleasure of dancing the waltz with you.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” she protested and tried to pull away, but he placed an arm firmly about her waist and swept her among the dancers. The waltz wasn’t danced in Little Gosford and she had to keep her mind on her feet, counting the beats to the music as a former dancing master had instructed her.

“Have you been in London long, Miss Napier?“ his lordship asked.

“Only a few weeks.“ She missed a step and stumbled. His arm held her firmly. “I’m sorry,“ she said, breathless. “I can’t make conversation. I must keep my mind on the dance. I’m not familiar with the waltz.“ 

He looked surprised, then laughed, saying he would do his best to guide her. “It’s easy once you become used to the rhythm. Relax. It will come naturally.“

They circled the ballroom several times. In her concentration, Emma forgot her apprehension of him. “You’re doing well,“ he said.

Her green eyes showed pleasure, and then she remembered who he was and her smile vanished. The orchestra paused for an interlude. They stood silently together. Beyond them was a set of wide doors opening into the garden. The Chinese lanterns, hanging from the trees, made it look a fairyland. Emma could see couples walking together and thought it would be pleasantly cool among the trees after the warmth of the ballroom, but Lady Matilda had warned on no account were they to allow any gentleman to escort them into the garden without a chaperon. Desborough followed her gaze. “Would you care to take a stroll in the garden, Miss Napier?“ 

She wished she dared act the flirt and accept his offer just to shock him, but instead she said primly, “I’ve been warned by my aunt it’s not thought seemly for young ladies to wander in the gardens without a chaperon for fear their reputations would be bandied about the tea tables.“

His look was searching. “I’m glad you have a respect for the social mores.“ 

She couldn’t stop herself from adding with some asperity. “I think it’s a silly convention. It’s nearly as well lit out there as it is in the ballroom and decidedly cooler.“ 

He laughed, and taking her into his arms when the music began, asked, “Who is your aunt?“ 

“Lady Matilda Langridge,“ she answered, once more concentrating on the waltz steps.

“I didn’t know Lady Matilda had a niece?“ he said after a moment’s pause.

“I’m her great niece.“ She stumbled against him.

He held her close. Immediately she pulled away. When the dance ended, he escorted her to her seat. She thanked him and expected him to leave, but he sat beside her and took her dance card before she could prevent him. “Allow me to place my name against another waltz. You’re improving, but you need more tutoring.“

“You wouldn’t want to dance with me again,“ she said, wishing she dared snatch the card from him.

“Why not?“ There was a mocking expression in his dark eyes. “You are one of the loveliest women in the ballroom. Give me a reason why I wouldn’t want to dance with you?“ He smiled when he handed the card back. “I found our waltz most entertaining.“  

Laurel Lamperd did a fabulous job in bringing her Regency Romance, Substitute Bride to life with its charming and interesting characters, witty dialogue, vivid descriptions and extensive vocabulary.  It was well written and refreshing to read.  The plot moved along very quickly and smoothly.  Substitute Bride held my interest from start to finish.  It was an excellent read!  I recommend it highly to anyone who loves Regency Romance readerswill also find it extremely delightful and wonderfully entertaining.  

Tammy Riviere, Author of Figure 8 – Romantic Suspense Wings Press, Inc.

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