stone. In his mind rang the words
He blinked and shook aside the horrendous thought, then shivered in earnest as a chill touched his spine.
Exactly as if someone had walked on his grave.
Disguising his shiver as a wriggle of his shoulders, he resettled his cuffs, then glanced at his brother. 'Come on-we'd better do the honors
With a nod, Lucifer followed him down the church steps.
In the carriage rocking over the cobbles toward Berkeley Square, Flick was in her husband's arms. 'Demon! Be careful!' She tried vainly to right her headdress. 'We'll be greeting our guests soon.'
'We're ahead of them,' Demon pointed out, and kissed her again.
Flick inwardly sighed and forgot about her headdress, forgot about everything as she sank into his embrace. Possessive, protective, passionately loving-he was all she'd ever wanted. She loved him with all her soul. As she kissed him back, she felt the glow her parents had always had infuse her and Demon, enfolding them in its warmth. With this marriage, this man, this husband and lover, she'd seized her parents' legacy-now, they'd make it their own.
Author's Note
Dear Reader,
The Bar Cynster-a group of arrogant Regency rogues-domineering, autocratic, rakish-what more need one say? Writing about them-their lives, their loves and about the wider Cynster family with its strong, willful women- has been a delight. What especially attracted me to write about the Bar Cynsters was what I see as the ultimate strength in strong, arrogant, warrior males-the fact that their very nature compels them to seek their own family to protect and defend. And in order to establish that family, ah well-they need a wife. But Fate, a willful woman herself, has reserved a special destiny for every Cynster: to love and be loved by said wife. To surrender to love-to willingly do so-takes courage, determination, and commitment. As Demon recognizes at the beginning of this book, marrying the lady one loves-being forever at the mercy of a woman who holds one's heart, soul, and future in her small, delicate hands-is a fate baneful enough to make the strongest warrior blanch. Although each of them blanches, and clearly recognizes the danger, every member of the Bar Cynster ultimately makes his fateful choice. First Devil, in
To me, that willing choice is the very essence of romance in the Regency.
Recording how each Cynster falls has been my privilege, watching as Fate lays her snare for each one. The next in line is Gabriel. He receives a summons from a mysterious countess and meets her in the mists at St. Georges, Hanover Square. Even cloaked and veiled, the lady raises much more than his interest. She wishes to recruit his talents to expose a financial scam. Gabriel agrees, intent on exposing much more than that. But the countess proves a creature of night and shadow. What Gabriel finally reveals when he rips aside her last veil rocks him to his very foundation. That, however, is just the start of his problems. Read how he and Fate triumph in the next installment in the Bar Cynster series from Avon Books in July 2000.
I hope reading my work brings you as much joy as creating it gives me. A big thank-you to all my readers- your letters, cards and email provide a constant stream of support. I write to entertain you, and hope to do so for many years yet!
