Deverell's Obsession: A Risqué Regency Romance - Plot & Excerpts
James’s street. This was no quietly informal Mitra Club, this was the establishment frequented by the highest of the Ton, up to and including His Royal Highness the Prince Regent, when the mood hit him. At this time of day, it was in a state of genteel tranquility, and a few appropriate whispered questions elicited the information that his Grace the Earl of March was indeed enjoying a brandy in the Reading Room. Dev nodded his thanks, blessed his father for putting him up for membership even though he seldom used it, and made his way down hushed halls to a large salon where several gentlemen were smoking cigars and availing themselves of the latest papers. “I beg your pardon, your Grace.” An austere white-haired gentleman moved a hand slightly and glared over the top of the page at Dev. Then smiled. “Good God, Deverell. Haven’t seen you in an age. Where’ve you been?”
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