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Read Chapter One of 'A May Day Code for Love'

The Honorable Miss Ella Evans tightened her grip on the carriage seat as the driver sped around the corner. Her companion, Lady Gwyneth Ashworth, laughed after the sudden lurch. “I can’t believe that my brother sent his driver to summon you. This must be urgent by the way Jenkins is driving.”

Unlike Gwyneth, Ella wasn’t amused by the manner in which she had been rushed out of her final May Day gown fitting and was now hurtling through the streets of Mayfair. She had been summoned by Lord Cordelier Rathbourne.

Lord Rathbourne, Gwyneth’s older brother, was reputed to be the most powerful man in England, next to the king, and rumor was that the king relied heavily on Lord Rathbourne’s counsel. What possible reason could he want with her?

A distinguished gentleman named Barter, with graying at his temple and a slight limp in his gait, had arrived unexpectedly at the modiste shop. He was polite but insistent that Lord Rathbourne demanded Ella’s immediate presence at his Mayfair residence. Within minutes, she and Gwyneth were whisked into the carriage. And despite Gwyneth’s prodding, the man who now sat with the Jenkins on the top of the carriage divulged nothing about the reason behind her summons.

“But why in heaven’s sake would Lord Rathbourne want to see me urgently? I only know him because of my acquaintance with you. And how did he know that I was at my fitting for my May Day gowns?”

“This must have to do with Ash. I told him this morning that I was meeting you for your final fitting for the May Day Ball in Southend-on-Sea. He was headed to a meeting with my brother. Nothing else makes sense.”

Ella and Gwyneth had debuted together. Gwyneth, a gorgeous and outrageous woman, had befriended Ella. Without Gwyneth’s friendship, Ella, the daughter of a country baron who preferred his horses and hounds, with no desire for lofty social connections, would have remained a wallflower.

Gwyneth was a whirling dervish of energy, and once one came under her care, she remained a steadfast and loyal friend. As soon as the women realized that neither were interested in making a match, they became allies and friends. They both were in love with their childhood neighbors and no other man interested them.

Without Gwyneth, Ella’s two seasons would have been a depressing affair. Once the gentlemen realized that Gwyneth and Ella weren’t interested in playing coy games or trying to marry any of them, they accepted the women into their inner circle as friends.

Gwyneth went on to capture the love of her childhood hero, the older and dashing Lord Ashworth. Unlike Ella, whose childhood love, Viscount Malden, hadn’t been as loyal or steadfast.

“Your brother works for the Crown. What possible reason could he have for wanting a meeting with me? My father barely leaves Watford. And I know nothing of the government workings. I spend my days writing. I barely venture into society.”

“Cord never solicits people for random reasons. He wants something from you. And it must have to do with your travel to Southend-on-Sea. It’s the only thing that is reasonable. If I weren’t enceinte”—Gwyneth patted her rounded abdomen, barely noticeable through her tangerine moiré pelisse on her tall, lean frame—“I’d join you.”

“You can’t make the journey in your condition. Although not a great distance, the roads to Southend-on-Sea are rough through the countryside.” Ella suppressed her envious feelings for her dear friend’s happy marriage and her upcoming child.

“Ash is acting medieval. He was upset by the idea of me accompanying you to this morning’s fitting. As if I’d endanger this little one.” Gwyneth’s long fingers encircled the curve of her belly. “But I had to make sure that you will be the most beautiful woman at the ball and that Algy will regret his stupidity in not pursuing you and marrying that codfish instead.”

“Lady Ethel is very sweet.” Ella had resigned herself to the idea that when the time came, Algy would marry a young debutante. Lady Ethel was the niece of a duke and her mother was a cousin removed to the king.

Gwyneth snorted. “She’s not sweet. She’s calculating, but you’re too nice to see what the woman is like underneath all those red curls. According to my Aunt Euphemia, who has the dit on everyone and everything, Lady Ethel placed herself in a compromising position to force your Algy to marry her. The delay in announcing the engagement may mean that Algy is negotiating with her father for a sum of money instead. I know that Lord Wolfson’s estate is failing.”

Ella couldn’t stop her heart whizzing at the idea that Algy might not marry. She also couldn’t prevent her disgust with herself that she still cared. For three years, she had hoped and pined while Algy went on his merry way, gambling and carousing.

“Your Aunt Euphemia is the best at ferreting out information. I’m glad that she was always on our side.”

During their two seasons, Aunt Euphemia had squashed any rumors when Ella and Gwyneth skated a bit too close to impropriety. Of course, Gwyneth was from one of the oldest and most respected families of the realm. She was allowed a certain amount of leeway.

Gwyneth’s chocolate brown eyes gleamed with appreciation.

“You would know if you ever left your townhouse. I’m glad that you’re attending the celebration. It is time to put your past behind you.”

“I hadn’t planned to attend. I’ve avoided the earl’s May Day celebration for the last few years.” She’d rather be anywhere than reliving the memories of the night she had lain in Algy’s arms, convinced they would marry. “My father has summoned me since my absence would be considered a slight to the earl. With a grand ball, everyone assumes that Algy’s engagement will be announced.”

“You will outshine every lady, including Lady Ethel. I wish I could see your Algy’s face when you make your entrance in your magnificent gown. Amelia outdid herself.”

“Amelia was so kind to take time away from her painting to design my dress. I’ll never be able to repay her.” Amelia had chosen a dusky pink silk fabric that celebrated spring and seemed to bring out the turquoise in Ella’s blue eyes. The low cut of the dress was a bit daring. With the encouragement of Gwyneth and Amelia, Ella decided to push the limits of propriety. Since she was considered a spinster, why not become a dashing spinster? And though her friends never said, she was sure they understood her need to make Algy regret his choice.

“Just make Algy green with envy.”

“He’s not my Algy. Never was. Only in my most naïve young girl’s dreams.”

Gwyneth patted Ella’s hand. “I know it will be difficult to have all the memories stirred up, but revenge is sweet.”

Ella didn’t want to discuss Algy any longer. She had wasted too much time on the insufferable man already. “What business could your brother have in Southend-on-Sea? Except for the Earl of Essex’s summer estate, there is little there of interest but beach-strolling and fishing.”

“We shall soon find out. But you’d better prepare yourself for my brother and my husband. They are both overpowering men who aren’t used to having anyone say ‘no’ to them. My sister-in-law has helped soften my imperious brother, and I was making headway with Ash until my pregnancy, but now he is back to his bossy, overbearing ways. They will try to bend you to their will. Remember, you always have a choice. And I’ll stand by you.”

Chills went up her spine. “You’re hinting at something. What can they ask me to do? You seem to have some sense of this. Please explain.”

“Southend-on-Sea is on the southeast coast across from France. We are at war with France. My brother works for the war effort. I expect that whatever he plans to ask will involve fighting the French.”

“Fighting the French?” Ella choked. Even for Gwyneth, this was a jump of imagination.

“That is what we’re about to find out.” Gwyneth chuckled. “This is the most excitement I’ve had in months. The pregnancy has made me so tired and out of sorts that I’ve been napping endlessly. But the idea of you embarking on adventure is very good for my spirits, even if I can’t accompany you.”

Her unabashed friend had no fears. Ella could imagine Gwyneth brandishing a sword to fight off the French invaders. Ella liked writing heroines who battled danger but wasn’t sure if she was up for the task in real life. But she would never shirk her responsibility to her country. She would do what she could to the best of her abilities to keep the land safe and free against the French. But what could she possibly offer to battle their enemies?

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A Kiss in Disguise ~ Excerpt from 'A May Day Code for Love'

Sebastian struggled to remain focused when all he wanted was to kiss this woman. Forget the smugglers and his mission. “You’re right. But smugglers aren’t a group of men that I want you to come in contact with.”

Watching the men’s advance down the beach from his peripheral vision,  he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “They are close.”

Her eyes were dewy when she finally lifted her head. Taken by surprise, Sebastian hesitated for a second until she slid her tongue along the crease of his lips. It was his undoing. Her calm and pragmatic response to the sudden appearance of the men had helped him remain in control until now. But her bright eyes, softened with need, pushed him right to the edge of sanity. He’d wanted to kiss her from the moment he had first seen her blushing in embarrassment in Rathbourne’s study.

He captured her soft lips in a deep, searing kiss. The keening sound of need coming from the back of her throat spurred him on for more wild kisses. He delved deep, sliding his tongue over hers. Blinding need built between them, erasing time and thought.

She intertwined her fingers in his hair as she opened to him. The urgency in the way she responded to him propelled his desire. Scorching white heat exploded between them. She moaned and tightened her hands in his hair to the point of pain.

Surprised and shaken by Ella’s enthusiastic response, he lost all sense of the purpose of  this charade. He was drugged by passion, aroused with desperate need. Only years of working for the Crown helped him regain control of the situation.

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First Kiss ~ Excerpt from ' A Code of Love'

His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her on top of him. Being inebriated didn’t have any effect on his strength. Abbie was pressed against his hard body. “They killed me, didn’t they? I’m in heaven and my reward is to kiss you.”

Before she could protest, his lips touched hers. Gently. He sighed. “Pillow soft. Just as they look.” He traced his tongue along the border of her lips. Abbie was mesmerized by his tenderness and leaned closer, wanting to know how it felt to be kissed by the infamous Jack Bonnington. She had no experience with men, but she imagined when Jack Bonnington was awake, his kisses would be quite memorable.

“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.”

His rough words sparked something in Abbie. She softened against him, wanting more of what he offered.

His tongue searched her mouth tasting and testing then he thrust his tongue in and out. Abbie wiggled against him, wanting something unknown. Her tongue touched his.

His breath quickened and his hands grabbed her bottom, pulling her against him, as he thrust his hardness against her. Then his breath roughened, his hands dropped, and he lay still.

She opened her eyes and looked down. He had passed out in the middle of their embrace. Her first kiss and the notorious man had passed out.

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Falling for the Code Breaker ~ Excerpt from 'A Code of Love'

A Code of Love by Jacki DeleckiPreoccupied, Cord didn’t register her outrage. He spoke matter-of-fact. “I’m trying to find a clue to the thief’s intentions. Does your uncle have a secure area for his confidential work? There are two different sets of handwritings on these notes. Is this your handwriting?”

Her heart thumped loudly, as if it might leap out of her chest. “Yes, it’s my handwriting. As you know, I help my uncle with his work. Do you need to go through my uncle’s papers at this time?”

She had almost slipped and called them “her papers.” She needed to be careful not to reveal anything that might hurt her uncle.

Cord stopped his search and came around the desk. His face was creased with concern.

“How is your uncle this morning?”

His quiet strength made her want to confide all the secrets that she had just sworn not to reveal. She was drained. If he so much as touched her, she would cave. “He’s napping but awoke earlier with a headache.”

He stepped closer and his voice softened. “You’re exhausted. You mustn’t worry. Lord Harcourt will recover and return to his normal brilliant self.”

She longed to tell him that her uncle would never return to the man he had been; he hadn’t been that man for years. But once informed, how could he, as the head, ever allow the situation to continue with her uncle?

He took her into his arms, pressed his mouth against her hair, and slowly rubbed her back in slow circles. His touch was gentle and loving. “You’ve had a hard night.”

She inhaled his smell, an earthy mixture of lime and starch. Tilting her head upward, she looked straight into his intense blue eyes and was lost in the deep tenderness.

He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks. “You’re not alone. I’m here.”

Henrietta relaxed into his strong hands. This is how it feels to be cherished. It was a feeling she had never experienced and it filled her with longing and hope.

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Yes, she's a lady ~ Excerpt from 'A Code of Wonder'

“Stop.” The man stood at the top of the stairs. He at least had the decency to put his breeches on though sans a shirt. “This is ridiculous. Come back. We’ll talk.” He tried to sound reasonable, but Eliza saw the way his hands were fisted at his side, his strained neck, and clenched jaw.

“Are you insane? So you can ravish me?” Eliza ran down the stairs.

“I wasn’t going to ravish you. My God, this melodrama. I give you my word as a gentleman, I’ve never harmed a woman. And never taken a woman against her will. Bloody hell, I saved you.”

“A gentleman would never talk to a lady in such a manner.”

“You’re a lady?”

Eliza gasped. He had the nerve to call her out—a “gentleman” who was willing to ravish an innocent woman. After all her mother’s attempt to shape her daughters to be ladies and redeem the family name after the scandal that caused them to be shunned from society, she was now the one to bring complete ruin to her family.

That was the worst thing he could have said.

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