Lady criminologist, Miss Emma Wallingford, unknowingly finds herself tangled in the dangerous final mission of Lord Derick Aveline, a spy who also happens to be her long lost first love. But when deception, however sweet, is the name of the game, no one can be trusted. And every love—and every life—is at risk.
The door clicked, and Derick’s mind snapped back to the charade at hand. He stepped from behind the chaise to greet Lord Wallingford, a droll greeting on his lips.
His mouth snapped shut as Emma, not Wallingford, strode into the room, her skirts swishing behind her. She stopped abruptly only a scant two feet from him, her eyes traveling his length.
Her sudden nearness hummed in his veins. Damn, but those eyes of hers made a man feel she could see right through him. Derick fought the ridiculous urge to step back from her frank perusal. He had no reason for concern—he knew exactly what she would see. He’d planned every detail.
Gold buttons winked in the sun that beamed through the massive windows, his burgundy and cream striped waistcoat contrasted nicely with his buff pantaloons, and his black Hessians fair gleamed. While he’d never go so far as to polish them with champagne, as Brummel had so famously espoused, Derick would challenge the man himself to find any other fault with his presentation.
And that’s what it was—the pretentious clothing, the intricately tied neck cloth, the close-shaven face, the precisely styled hair—a presentation. A uniform.
And today, perhaps even a suit of armor.
His mouth twisted wryly. As if he needed protection from Pygmy. “Why are you here?”
Emma’s brows dipped and her mouth wobbled, like she couldn’t decide whether to smile or scowl. “I live here, Derick.”
Imbecile. “Yes, of course.” Really, if his superiors could have seen him around Emma Wallingford, they’d never have entrusted the country’s greatest secrets to him. At least his incompetent fop act should be especially believable today. “What I meant to say was that I was expecting your brother.”
I had originally planned for Emma to be a complete stranger to Derick. But, not long into writing this story, I realized Derick had many walls up to protect himself. I also knew that it could take someone years to burrow their way under them. Unless…she was already there. And that’s how Emma Wallingford became his childhood friend—the one woman who knew him before he lost his identity on the journey to becoming a master spy. And the only woman who could help him find it again (at least within the time constraints of one novel, anyway!)
I hope you enjoy Derick and Emma’s story as much as I loved writing it.
Sweet Deception by Heather Snow
Book #2 in the Veiled Seduction series
In the dark, the greatest lover can become the most dangerous conspirator...
Lady criminologist, Miss Emma Wallingford, unknowingly finds herself tangled in the dangerous mission of Lord Derick Aveline, a spy who also happens to be her long lost first love.
But when deception is the name of the game, no one can be trusted. And every love--and every life--is at risk.
Heather has generously offered a copy of Sweet Enemy, the 1st book in her Veiled Seduction series to a lucky comemnter!