Page 1 of Beguiling the Duke
CHAPTER 1
The frost-covered gravel crunched beneath Lizzie Meecham, Lady Elborough’s feet as she approached the grand facade of the Earl of St. Ervan’s magnificent house. A frisson of excitement and anticipation coursed through her, eager to reunite with her dear friend Verity, Lady St. Ervan, the hostess of the Christmas party. While Lizzie and a few guests would be staying for an entire week, Verity had told her that the neighbors were invited to most of the activities, including the grand ball scheduled for the final night.
“Welcome, Lady Elborough,” said the butler at the door, pulling it wide to allow her to enter. “Lady St. Ervan is most eager for your arrival.”
A footman in navy livery scurried past her to the carriage, where the driver was setting down Lizzie’s bags.
“Thank you,” Lizzie said.
As she stepped into the lavishly adorned foyer, the mingled scents of pine and cinnamon enveloped her senses, stirring memories of joyous Christmases past. For a moment, her heart swelled with a bittersweet longing for the holidays spent with her late husband, but she quickly brushed the sentiment aside, determined to embrace the festivities before her. She handed her cloak, bonnet and gloves to her maid, who followed the footman upstairs.
“Ah, Lizzie! You’ve arrived!” Verity’s exuberant voice rang through the entrance hall, and Lizzie could not help but smile at the sight of her friend.
“Verity, darling,” Lizzie greeted, their hands clasping together like reunited sisters. “Your home looks enchanting. I am delighted to be here.”
“Come, let me introduce you to some guests,” Verity said, her eyes alight with excitement. As they entered the drawing room, Lizzie’s gaze swept across the well-heeled crowd, her mind cataloging each person with practiced ease.
“Ah, I see the Duke of Teversham has made his appearance while I was upstairs,” Verity remarked, her voice a mere whisper in Lizzie’s ear.
Following her friend’s gaze, Lizzie’s eyes fell upon a tall and handsome gentleman, with wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold secrets untold. She felt a flutter low in her belly as she looked him over. He was slender, just the way she preferred her lovers, but his thighs were muscular, suggesting the rest of him might also be, which was a bonus in her eyes. “Oh, my,” Lizzie replied.
“Keep your wits about you, dear Lizzie,” Verity teased, her low voice laced with amusement. “It is said that the duke is quite adept at stealing hearts.”
“Is that so?” Lizzie murmured thoughtfully. She had no fears where her heart was concerned. Her late husband Alfred would always have full possession there.
“I know you are particular when it comes to choosing your lovers,” Verity continued. “And I know you want no entanglements, which he’s not known for. He might seem the ideal choice, but be careful. His charm…oh, that man. He’s worse than St. Ervan when it comes to seduction. No, that doesn’t sound right. He’s better at seducing women than any man I’ve met. Don’t decide on anyone yet. There are many more acquaintances to be made this evening when my friends from the village arrive for caroling.”
“You make me sound so…so wanton,” Lizzie said, laughing. “I’m capable of having a very pleasant time this week without a liaison, or two.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Verity said. “I hand-picked a few names to be certain someone might catch your eye.”
“I appreciate your concern.” Lizzie squeezed her friend’s arm and allowed herself one last glance at the intriguing duke before turning her attention to the other guests. As laughter and conversation filled the air around her, she could not shake the feeling that perhaps fate had something unexpected planned for her during this Christmas party.
The grand drawing-room of St. Ervan’s house was a veritable winter wonderland, its many windows framed by garlands of holly and ivy, and candles flickering merrily within intricate silver sconces. Festive wreaths decked the walls, and a towering pine tree stood proudly in one corner, its boughs adorned with delicate glass baubles and strands of shimmering tinsel.
“Isn’t it simply divine?” Verity gushed, her eyes dancing with delight as she led Lizzie further into the room. “I hired a local woman to help me decorate.”
“It’s lovely,” Lizzie agreed, noting the sparkle of good cheer in the eyes of those around her as they chatted and laughed. She was glad she’d decided to come, after all, as she missed celebrating the holiday to such an extent, like she had before she’d married.
“Allow me to introduce you to some more guests,” Verity said, guiding Lizzie towards a small gathering near the hearth where the handsome duke stood.
“Matthew, Duke of Teversham,” Verity said when they reached the group. “Allow me to present my friend, Lady Elborough. Her late husband was a friend of St. Ervan’s.”
Lizzie curtseyed. Teversham’s cool blue eyes met hers, but he said nothing.
“And this is Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth,” Verity continued brightly, her voice drawing Lizzie’s attention back to the matter at hand. She exchanged pleasantries with the couple, her laughter and wit soon bringing smiles to their faces.
“Your presence is truly a breath of fresh air, my dear,” Mrs. Wentworth enthused, patting Lizzie’s arm affectionately. “I was afraid I’d have to entertain the handsome young guests by myself.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Wentworth,” Lizzie replied, laughing along with the buxom matron.
As the conversation ebbed and flowed around her, Lizzie found her gaze drifting back to the enigmatic Duke of Teversham. She wondered what thoughts lay hidden behind those enrapturing eyes, and whether she might one day coax him into sharing them with her. For now, however, she would content herself with enjoying the warmth and camaraderie of this festive gathering.
“If the lady doesn’t mind, I’d like to steal her away,” Teversham said. He nodded toward the windows where tables were set up for playing cards. “Do you play, Lady Elborough?”
Lizzie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from telling him all the games she’d enjoy playing with him. Instead, she said, “I’m quite good at Whist, and a few other games. You might regret asking.”
He chuckled. “I can’t imagine I’d ever regret spending time with you. Shall we?” He offered his arm.