The Angel In My Arms: A Regency Rogues Novel (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
“Well now, Sully, you’ve seen it for yourself. Aye, it’s my own personal Jericho. Wouldn’t you agree?” The valet’s swarthy face remained unreadable, the lines around his eyes deepening as he squinted, his gaze focused on what lay below them. The cove’s blue water lapped at the hulls of fishing boats. On the shore, the village dozed sleepily in the warm sunshine. Exactly the sort of spot where a gentleman might just be sent to rusticate from a gunshot wound. Especially if the gentleman happened to be a spy. Sully turned to look directly at his master. “It looks quiet enough, I’ll give you that.” Marcus smiled wryly before turning his horse back onto the leafy path. “Indeed.” Sully followed suit, kneeing his bay gelding next to Marcus’s chestnut Thoroughbred. “There could be smugglers.” Marcus slowed his mount just long enough to give the valet a dubious look. “Or not,” Sully admitted somewhat dejectedly. Marcus ducked his head to dodge a low-hanging limb and the green leaves of one of the massive whitebeam trees that lined the trail.
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