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HER WILD IRISH ROGUE
Loving a warrior is dangerous. Trusting a spy is foolish.
The Napoleonic Wars are over. To continue serving his country, war hero Captain Stephen Killian is determined to learn the subtle tradecraft of a spy. He never knew that attending glittering balls and masquerades was such a dangerous pursuit. In her own way, delectable cryptographer Emma Forgall is just as dangerous to his heart.
Miss Emma Forgall is the daughter of Wellington’s spymaster. Her grace and charm win her the confidence of the rulers and diplomats who have gathered to carve up Napoleon’s former empire. But now she must work with a hot-headed former cavalry officer who starts a sword-fight at the opera! Captain Killian’s swordplay is thrilling, but Emma has her doubts about whose side he’s on.
When a plot against the Allies threatens to re-ignite the turmoil of war, can Killian and Emma join forces to catch the culprits?
Excerpt from HER WILD IRISH ROGUE:
“Now tell me about yourself,” Captain Killian said.
Emma spread her hands helplessly. There really wasn’t much she could say about herself. Her existence so far had been very sheltered. It had been a necessary precaution. A spymaster’s daughter could be too easily used as an enemy’s bargaining chip in some diplomatic chess game. As a result, she had traveled farther in books than she’d ever been allowed to in real life.
“There isn’t much to tell.” Inspired by his riddling conversation, Emma responded with riddles of her own. “I am like Tara, the seat of the High Kings. I am a fortress on a hill, a watcher that no one sees, an eel hiding in the water. Like any good daughter, I welcome all but let no one in. And like a fortress I am well-guarded and protected by my father’s men.”
Captain Killian raised his eyebrows politely, but she knew he couldn’t have understood her full meaning. Although he might remember seeing her in Wellington’s carriage this morning, he didn’t know who she really was. Very few people indeed knew that she spent her days deciphering messages concerning the most carefully-guarded battle plans and strategies of the British nation. Soldiers, even heroic cavalry dragoons, simply carried out those plans, that were laid by men far above the mortal fray—men like her father.
“And do they guard you well, your father’s men?”
“Yes indeed,” Emma said. “My father knows how to take care of his own. He is both a scholar and a strategist, infinitely clever and infinitely dangerous. Stronger men than you have been defeated by him, and wiser ones than you have underestimated him.”
“Ha ha! That’s the truth,” Lord Parkington sneered. “Run along now, fellow.”
They ignored him, intent on their battle of wits.
Captain Killian grinned at Emma and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ah, but then, you don’t know how strong I am. Or how wise.”
Emma stroked her chin thoughtfully. “True enough. I’ve never heard of you at all.”
He flung up one hand in a gesture of surrender. “A hit, a very palpable hit. Then let me remedy that omission. Those who do know me can tell you that I’m as strong as any man you care to name, as clever as anyone you can imagine, and those who underestimate me do so at their peril.”
“Impressive,” Emma acknowledged with a condescending nod, “for someone as young as you. But I’m sure you’ll do better with a little practice.”
Captain Killian gave a shout of laughter.
His friend, Lieutenant Leary, nudged him and murmured something about an appointment. Captain Killian turned to Emma one last time.
“Well, proud damsel, I trust you’ll think better of me now. Perhaps you will honor me by taking notice of my progress hereafter.”
Emma gave him a majestic nod. “I shall be interested to learn of your future accomplishments. Do bear in mind that I couldn’t possibly marry anyone who isn’t clever enough to outsmart my father.”
She extended her hand, and he bowed over it most correctly. For a moment, as his head dipped low over her fingers, she thought he might kiss them, as he’d kissed Madame Scatha’s hand. But he did not.
Instead, he retreated backward a few steps from her before whirling around and leading his big red-headed friend out of the salon.
The dowager who had spoken earlier commented loudly to her companion, “Now there’s a rackety young rogue, or I’m a Spaniard.”
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