Dare to Love

by Alleigh Burrows

Genres: Historical Fiction; Historical Romance; Regency Romance

Synopsis

Nivea is determined to convince Lord Landis love and betrayal are not synonymous. The only tangible benefit Dare Landis has of finally claiming the title of Marquis of Raynsforth will be that the current marquis has finally gone to the Devil where he belongs. Until then, Lord Landis will continue to enjoy life on his own terms. . .as a heartless rake who's beholden to no one. Nivea Horsham knows there's more to Dare than he reveals to the world. She's loved him since her older brother brought his ridiculously handsome friend home from school all those years ago. But getting him to notice her has proven to be an impossible endeavor. Is it possible for Nivea to shatter Dare's carefully crafted facade and show him how to love? 97,879 Words

Release date: December 3, 2014

Publisher: Lyrical Press

Print pages: 280

Sample

 

Adair Landis braced himself on the bed as he gulped in a lungful of air. The scent of perfume and passion spurred him on, and with a few satisfying thrusts, he collapsed onto the quivering body of an obliging, young widow.

That had been a pleasant treat.

He lay there motionless for a minute or two until his heart rate settled, and then he rose from the bed. It was time to go.

He fumbled across the darkened room to find his shirt thrown over the nearby chair, and drew it over his head. Through the cloth, he heard his partner’s muffled sigh. “Oh, Adair, you were wonderful. I never dreamed it could be like that.”

Of course she hadn’t. But she’d been hoping. Dropping hints for several weeks, as a matter of fact. It wasn’t until today that he’d decided to accommodate her.

“I’m glad you were pleased.”

She hummed her agreement. Then, in a tentative tone asked, “Can you untie me now?”

Dare sat on the chair, thrust his feet into his breeches and yanked them in place. Once he was covered, he answered, “Certainly, darling.”

With a satisfied stretch, he strode to the large, four poster bed, leaned over and untied the black silk ribbons from her wrists.“Thank you for indulging me in my little fantasy. I hope you found it to be as scintillating as I did,” he said, offering a vague kiss in the direction of her forehead. Then he crossed to a brocade chair, grabbed his boots, and tugged them on.

The woman’s voice quavered as she sat up, rubbing her wrists. “Oh, Adair, are you leaving so soon?”

He nodded, turning his attention toward his cravat. With a few efficient folds, he’d tied it into a complicated knot with a skill most valets would envy.

“But when will you come back? Will I see you again upon your return?”

He spared her a brief glance as he pulled on his coat. “No, Victoria, I shan’t be back. But thank you for the delightful diversion.”

“But, Adair? I thought—I thought—” she sputtered.

“You thought wrong.” With that, he pulled open the door and strode out. At the sound of her indignant shrieks, Dare smiled. Victoria was his sister’s best friend. A well-bred, gently reared woman from a good family. His sister would be furious not only that he’d bedded her, but jilted her as well. Sometimes, life could be surprisingly sweet.

Content, he headed out onto the street, climbed into his carriage, and settled into the soft velvet seat. Reaching into his waistcoat, he withdrew a jeweled snuffbox and took a pinch.

That dalliance should hold him for a few days—at least until he arrived at the Horsham’s summer estate. No doubt there would be a few women there to entertain him. William’s sisters were no great catch, but they were sure to have an attractive friend or two he could trifle with.

The only downside was he had to make the tiresome journey with William’s sister, Nivea. Why he had agreed to convey Nivea to her family’s house in Durham was a mystery. One minute, he was congratulating his best friend on the engagement of his younger sister, and the next, he was trapped into escorting the elder sister to the wedding. While riding in a carriage with a young lady for a few days did not normally fill him with dread, this trip could prove the exception. As round as she was plain, it was no wonder Nivea was still on the shelf at her age.

While most men would not even consider allowing Dare to ride unescorted with their unmarried sister, William had no cause to worry. After all, Dare did have standards.

 

 

 

Unaware of the scornful musings of her escort, Nivea continued to fuss with her appearance. Knowing she would be spending the next several days in the presence of Adair Landis, the future Marquess of Raynsforth, she had been making special preparations.

Nivea had developed a tendré for her brother’s friend when she was a young girl, and now, almost fifteen years later, she still felt no other man could compare. When she’d been informed she would be spending several days with him, she and her stepmother set out to finally make Dare notice.

Since her mother had died when she was a child, Nivea had never benefited from a woman’s guidance. Most of her upbringing had been dominated by her father and brother. Much as she loved them, she could hardly expect them to help her navigate the challenges of ton fashion. In fact, the very thought made her laugh.

Fortunately, her father had remarried a few years ago and her stepmother, Amelia, was happy to help give Nivea some much needed polish.

To prepare for this trip, Nivea’s hair had been styled by Monsieur Parardee, and she had been treating her skin with a myriad of creams to give it a soft, glowing appearance. Although she was larger than was fashionable, Nivea had packed her most attractive and slimming gowns for the trip.

Today’s creation was a mossy shade of green. The bodice was embroidered with flowers, with a light dusting of petals cascading down the full skirt. As she perched a matching hat on her soft, brown curls, she stared at her reflection in amazement. She would have to thank Amelia once again for all her advice and support.

At the sound of a knock on her front door, Nivea’s heart skipped a beat.

He’s here. Taking one last look in the mirror for reassurance, Nivea left her bedroom and floated downstairs. Entering the hallway, she stopped with a sigh. There was only a coachman standing in the front hall.

Of course, Dare wouldn’t come in, personally. How silly of me.

She pasted a smile on her face and nodded at the coachman. Before she could move, one of their footmen entered, having carried her bags to the awaiting carriage. “Goodbye, Miss Horsham. Have a lovely trip. Be sure to give Miss Caroline our best wishes.”

“Thank you, Hartley, I will.”

She followed the coachman out and accepted his hand as he helped her into the carriage. It was a beautiful vehicle, lacquered black, embossed with gold, and pulled by a team of four perfectly matched Friesians. Dare Landis would accept no less.

Settling into her seat, Nivea turned to her escort with a wide smile, prepared to offer enthusiastic appreciation for the ride. The greeting froze on her lips as Dare flicked the briefest glance in her direction.

“Good day,” he drawled, before returning his gaze to the carriage window.

“Good day.” A blush flared up her cheeks. All this time preparing and he couldn’t be bothered to look at me? That was disappointing.

Still, not one to pass up an opportunity, Nivea took advantage of his inattentiveness to stare at him, uninterrupted. He was captivating as usual, his rich, dark hair combed back, framing his face to perfection. His jaw was firm and strong, his mouth drawn in an ever-present sneer, but his lips were so full they made women sigh. Ever the rakehell, he wore a tasteful and exquisitely tailored outfit—a blood-red jacket stretched across broad shoulders, and tan breeches molded his muscular legs. Finishing the look, his black boots were polished, spotless.

Only after a minute of relentless attention, did Dare turn his head in her direction. “Yes?”

Embarrassed, she managed to choke out a few words. “How long are you planning to stay with us at Vincent Hall?”

He raised an arrogant eyebrow and shrugged. “Until the entertainment grows dull.”

“With that attitude, I’m surprised you are going at all.”

“William is one of my oldest friends,” he responded, unperturbed. “I think I can manage a week or two in the country for his benefit.” Then he turned back toward the window, coolly dismissing her.

Feeling more than a little silly to have gotten her hopes up, Nivea slumped into her seat. The worst part about the exchange was she remembered a time when they used to be more comfortable in each other’s company. When they were younger, he didn’t seem to mind if she tagged along. She couldn’t understand why, once he’d reached maturity, he’d become so distant.

Determined to make the best of it, Nivea turned toward the window, watching the view change from elegant homes of the nobility, to shops bustling with customers, and finally the rolling hills of the countryside. During that time, there was nary a word spoken. Nivea wished she had the presence of her maid, but Emma had escorted Caroline to Durham in preparation of her wedding. Although traveling without a chaperone should have raised some eyebrows, Nivea knew she was so firmly on the shelf, no one gave it a second thought.

It was hours before they reached their first stop. Bunch of Grapes was a popular inn for travelers, boasting a large dining area. Despite the crowd, Dare acquired a small table away from the main traffic of the room. After the briefest inquiry into her preference, he ordered a light meal for her and a bottle of wine for himself.

His brooding good looks flustered the young serving maid, but she managed to stumble through the order. It was always that way around him. Dare could charm women senseless without the slightest effort.

While waiting for the meal, Dare spent his time glancing around the room, beguiling all the other women with his appreciative smirk. Nivea’s frustration grew. Why was it he chose to bed every other woman in London, but could not spend three days in her presence and manage to be cordial? She was able to make friends with almost everyone else she met—neighbors, tenants, and peers in the ton—but not the one man who made her world complete. Naturally, she hadn’t expected him to fall in love with her, but he could at least bestow an admiring look her way. He rarely missed an opportunity to eye up a female. Unless that female was her, apparently.

Once the food was on the table, Nivea picked at the roast chicken. After a few bites, without even the courtesy of a conversation about the weather, she decided she’d had enough. “Lord Landis, you have known my brother for over a decade. We have traveled in the same circles since I came out more than five years ago, and we spent virtually every holiday together since you were boy. You used to be quite pleasant, or at least civil to me, and yet in the last few hours, you have barely spared me a glance. If we are going to make this trip together, I have to insist you have the courtesy of at least addressing me.”

There. She’d done it. Her heart was hammering in her chest, from both anger and nerves, but she had stood up for herself and it felt wonderful. Until she braved a glance at him.

He was glaring at her as though he were the one who had been insulted. She suppressed a shiver as his eyes raked over her, a haughty sneer pasted on his lips. He opened his mouth to speak and then froze. She saw confusion flash in his eyes, like he’d made an odd discovery. Then it was gone. Through it all, he didn’t say a word.

Now she was fuming. “Are you just going to sit there and stare at me with your mouth ajar?”

Appearing to regain his senses, he answered in his usual, bored intonation. “I apologize, milady. I have been pondering how your family would react if I arrived at Vincent Hall without you. Is it worth the aggravation I would open myself up to? Since I think not, you will be happy to know we can continue on together as soon as you are ready.”

She slammed down her fork and stood up. “Let us go now then. The sooner this trip is over, the better.”

“As you wish.” He held out his arm, but she sailed out in front of him and climbed into the carriage.

The ride continued for a few more hours in relative silence. Dare had ordered the coachman to drive quickly, and he had taken the command to heart. The pace was so rapid Nivea’s bones were clattering. She decided the best course of action was to take a nap. It took a bit of effort, but she finally drifted off.

The shadows were growing long when the carriage gave a sudden jolt, throwing her from her seat. “Ack,” she screamed, snatching in vain for the cushion across the way.

The carriage tipped drunkenly to one side before slamming to a stop.

“Damn it to hell, what was that?” shouted Dare. He climbed upward, swung open the door, and leapt to the road with the grace of a cat. Nivea followed, but was considerably clumsier in her descent as she lowered herself from the elevated frame.

“What in the bloody blazes happened, Weldon!” Dare yelled, smacking his hand on the offending vehicle. Then, regaining his manners, he turned to her. “My apologies for the language. Are you all right, Miss Horsham?”

“Yes, thank you. Just a little shaken.” She would have appreciated a more thorough inquiry on his part, perhaps even a comforting arm around her shoulder, but instead he returned his attention to the carriage.

The wheel had gotten caught in a rut and snapped. They were fortunate it hadn’t flipped over entirely.

The coachman was bent over the axel, clucking with dismay. Straightening, he turned to Dare. “Milord, I beg your forgiveness. I thought it was nothing but a dark patch in the road. I didn’t realize we’d hit a ditch.”

Dare waved him off. “It can’t be helped. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Are the horses all right?”

“Yes, milord.” The coachman bobbed his head. “They be fine. But we’re stuck here well and good until we can procure a new wheel. Then we’ll have to return to Norwalk to check for other structural issues.”

Dare stood rigid, glaring at the coach, saying nothing. He paced from one end to the other, bent at the waist to examine the axel again, and still nothing.

With her heart pounding in her throat, Nivea waited. When no response was forthcoming, she squeaked out, “Well, what are we to do now?”

He cocked his head, as though surprised by her question. “We will have to return to town.”

Oh god, no. How could he even think that? “But it’s miles away.”

“Yes.”

“But…we’ll be well behind. We may miss the wedding!”

He shrugged. “That is a distinct possibility.”

“It’s my sister’s wedding! I can’t not be there. There must be something we can do.” She tried not to sound like a hysterical female, but feared she failed miserably. The thought of missing Caro’s wedding was unfathomable. Dare would have to come up with a better solution.

He returned his attention to the carriage, apparently considering their options. It didn’t take him long. “Weldon! Unhitch two of the horses. Miss Horsham and I will take them and ride on. You wait here with the carriage. Someone should be along soon to offer aid. Then you can get the necessary repairs and meet us with the luggage at the next stop.”

“Yes, milord,” Weldon nodded.

Dare took a step toward the carriage, but drew to a sudden stop when he noticed Nivea’s expression. No doubt she was staring at him as if he’d sprouted a third head. “No, that will not work.”

“And why, pray tell, would that not work?” he asked, without sparing her another glance.

“I do not ride,” she answered simply.

Ignoring her, he reached for the buckle on the first horse. “Come now, I’m sure you prefer a carriage, but it is not an option at this time. If we want to make the wedding, we will have to ride the horses.”

“I hate horses.”

That stopped him.

He turned to give her his full attention. “You’re a Horsham,” he said, as if it explained everything. In fact, it did, to anyone in the ton. The Horshams owned some of the finest horses in England. They hosted the best hunts, won the most races, and rarely finished a conversation without an equine reference.

Nivea sighed. “That is true. It has been rather inconvenient in my family to not share their passion.”

“Not sharing their passion, I could understand. But you said you hate horses,” he repeated with bafflement. She almost laughed at his confusion, but this was a serious matter, and she had to make him understand.

“I suppose it’s not the horses themselves I hate. But given my size, riding them always seemed rather mean.” She dreaded bringing attention to her weight, but she had never been comfortable balancing herself on a beast with such spindly legs. She knew it was irrational, but there it was. She did not ride.

“Come now,” he said, waving toward the black beasts, “they are powerful enough to pull a sizable wagon with no trouble. We’ll be fine.”

“No! We will not be fine! I have no intention of riding that thing anywhere.” Nivea crossed her arms across her bosom and glared at him.

Her response didn’t impress him in the slightest. Reaching into the rear of the carriage Dare pulled out his bags. “As you wish. I will offer your apologies to your family.” He motioned to Weldon who transferred his possessions into a pair of saddlebags and slung them over the horse’s back.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. “You cannot be serious. You are just going to leave me here…unescorted?”

“My coachman is quite respectable. I’m certain he will ensure you are protected. Isn’t that right, Weldon?”

“Yes, milord,” the man snapped to attention.

Nivea was dumbfounded. He must know he was putting her in an impossible situation. Either she could go back to town, escorted only by a coachman, for an uncertain length of time and risk missing her sister’s wedding, or she could continue the trip, riding a horse. Good God, there wasn’t even a saddle! She would kill herself for certain.

“Well, I’m off. Are you coming or not?” Dare asked. Unconcerned by her predicament, he swung himself up on the enormous horse’s back and grabbed the makeshift reins. He didn’t even require the assistance of a groom. That feat of athleticism helped Nivea to make up her mind. Even atop a coach horse, Dare was a breathtaking sight.

She could not pass up the chance to be with him, no matter how distressing the circumstances. “I’m coming,” she huffed and turned to search through her bags.

“Only grab your necessities, please. The rest will catch up with us sooner or later. In fact, you will be better suited to pack more serviceable attire. This trip may be a bit dusty.”

Naturally. Knowing she’d be riding with Dare for three or four days, she’d packed her most attractive outfits, and now she was being asked to stuff them into a sack. With a sigh, she dug through to find her most comfortable clothes. She changed into a pair of serviceable boots and handed her bag to the coachman.

Using the coach as a stepladder, Weldon helped hoist her up onto the horse. She settled on its back and trotted over to Dare, about as comfortable as a fish riding a crocodile.

The first few miles were exhausting. Nivea used all her strength to stay upright. The constant rocking of the horse made her slightly sea sick, and the jolting rattled her. Dare seemed perfectly at ease on his massive mount, riding it like a thoroughbred. He would turn back every so often to make sure she was still in attendance, but did not offer any encouragement.

After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at a small hamlet and Dare slowed his horse. “I had hoped to be farther along today, but in light of our difficulties, I suggest we stop here. I will endeavor to find a place for us to stay tonight.”

She could do no more than nod in response.

Thank God, this nightmare was almost over. She hoped she could survive until tomorrow.

 

 

 

Dare took one look at Nivea’s grateful expression and felt a pang of remorse. He should be more solicitous of her. True, she was not his most shapely companion, but she was much less disagreeable than most, barely voicing a word of complaint.

It wasn’t her fault he was so ill tempered. It was his blasted carriage that had broken, after all. And now he was forced to ride through the countryside on a coach horse, looking like a farmhand. Dear God, how his family would laugh if they saw him. Their ridicule would be endless.

Thinking of his family brought on a familiar surge of anger. Unwilling to give in to such a relentless emotion, he slowed down and returned his attention to his companion trailing behind.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be much farther.” He offered her an encouraging smile.

Her response was a tired shrug.

Fortunately, the second building they came upon had a small, faded sign out front, declaring itself a respectable establishment for travelers. As they turned up the entrance, a young man emerged from the stable.

Dare said under his breath, “It would be best if we pose as brother and sister, to avoid any impropriety. The rest of our story is innocent enough.”

Nivea nodded, her eyes fixed on the approaching stable hand.

“Good day, sir,” the young man said with a tug to his forelock, “are you anxious for a bit of rest tonight?”

“Yes. Do you have rooms available?”

“Oh, yes, milord. Mr. Ludlow will be more’n pleased to find a room for you and your…”

“Sister,” Landis finished for him.

“Sister. Yes, milord.”

Dare sprung from his horse, wincing as he landed. The large nag was by no means as comfortable as his usual mount. He handed off the reins and strode over to Nivea to help her down.

Keeping her eyes averted, she mumbled, “Why don’t you go inside. I’ll join you in a moment.”

In no mood for games, he reached up his arms and gestured irritably for her to dismount.

Still she didn’t move. Instead, she said, “Perhaps you could ask for some assistance. Or I could climb down onto that block over there.”

Dare couldn’t wait to get inside to wash off the dust from the road. It coated his face and hair—even his teeth were gritty. This was no time for arguments. “Come, it will be fine. Let’s get inside where we can rest.”

“I don’t think I can.”

Now she was being ridiculous. “Nonsense. Throw your leg over and slide down. I’ll catch you.”

* * * *

As much as she wanted to get down from the dreadful beast, Nivea hated to appear ungainly in front of him. But what choice did she have? If she continued to fuss, it would irritate him.

So, rucking up her skirts as best she could without exposing her entire thigh, she took a deep breath, heaved her leg over the horse, and plummeted down into his arms. He staggered a bit, but managed to guide her to her feet without incident.

As always, the touch of his hands sent a pleasant shock through her. But it only lasted until her feet hit the ground and her knees buckled. She’d never felt so sore in all her life. She hoped she could make it inside without collapsing.

Mr. Ludlow was waiting at the front door and snapped to attention as they approached. It was obvious that years of service had taught him to recognize Quality even if their mounts were not the usual snuff. “Milord, welcome to our establishment. Will you be dining with us this evening or do you and your lady require a room?”

“My sister and I will require two rooms. You may bring us both a hot bath and set up a meal in a private sitting room. If you can have everything accomplished in the next three quarters of an hour, there will be an extra shilling for you.”

“Yes, milord! Please make yourself comfortable in our parlor while I see to your rooms.”

He led them to a tidy little area off the front hall. Dare surveyed the accommodations before stretching out his long frame on the damask sofa. Nivea sank into a sturdy chair by the door, grateful for the steady surface.

She smiled at the sound of footsteps racing up and down the stairs. It was obvious that Mr. Ludlow was intent on meeting their needs as soon as possible.

The door opened and an older woman approached with a tray of glasses.

“’Ere is some sherry for you and your lady, sir. Sure to clear out the dust from the road.” She placed the tray on the table and left with a nervous curtsey. Dare eyed the glasses warily. Picking one up, he held it up to the light. Finding it to his standards, he took a small sip and handed the other glass to Nivea.

Reaching out to accept the glass, she did her best to hide a grimace of pain. Uncertain how it would go down, she took a small, cautious sip. There was a slight burn, but after a few swallows, her jabbing pain mellowed to a dull throbbing.

“Better?” Dare asked.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she said, not at all confident. Every bone, muscle, and sinew in her body ached. She wasn’t sure she could even get out of the chair once their rooms were ready. In fact, she would have been happy to fall asleep right there, perhaps never waking up again.

“It was a bit of a bumpy ride. I assure you, we will be more comfortable tomorrow.”

Nivea managed a nod, before setting down her empty glass and closing her eyes.

After what seemed like a cruelly short period of time, Mr. Ludlow reappeared and announced their rooms were ready. Dare helped her from the chair—for all appearances, acting as a solicitous brother, but in reality, he had to exert a hearty tug to get her upright. While the tingle from his touch was still there, it dimmed to a faint flicker as he helped guide her up the interminable amount of stairs and into her room. She let out a sigh of relief when the door closed. A young miss was already in attendance, and Nivea was immensely grateful as she helped her remove her travel clothes and eased her into the soothing bath.

If she had ever doubted her aversion for riding, today solidified it. How could anyone enjoy being bounced around on such an ungainly beast? Every inch of her felt bumped and bruised. Thank goodness, she would never have to go through that again.

The water was starting to get cold when there was a knock on the door.

“Supper is ready, miss,” the maid called out. “I will help you get dressed so you can join his lordship.”

Nivea was too tired to eat, but spending time in Dare’s presence was tempting enough to drag her from the bath. She let the maid help her into her least rumpled gown and then headed across the hall.

Dare was standing by the window with his snuffbox in hand. Even without a valet, he looked impeccable. It was so unfair.

She gingerly took her place at the table, her posterior so sore, she wasn’t certain she could sit through the meal. It was evident that Dare was not experiencing a similar sensation. Without offering a word of conversation, he sat across from her, his posture erect, his movements precise, as formal as he would at Court. This time, Nivea was too tired to care.

She picked at the roast turkey and forced down a few potatoes, before giving in to exhaustion. Laying her fork aside, she asked, “May I assume we will wait here for the carriage tomorrow?”

“I am afraid not.”

What? “But I thought you said we would be more comfortable.”

“Yes, we will. Mr. Ludlow has acquired two passable horses for us…with saddles. It will ease our ride considerably. The carriage will no doubt catch up with us by mid-day, but it would not be prudent to wait.”

The news sapped the last of Nivea’s energy. “Please excuse me. I would like to retire now,” she mumbled.

“Yes, of course.” Dare stood and walked her to the door. “We will leave at eight o’clock, so don’t dawdle getting ready.” He bowed as she passed through the doorway, missing her blazing glare of contempt.

 

 

 

Dare neglected to tell Nivea that he had been given the option of a carriage, but turned it down for the freedom of riding on a well-bred horse. He had forgotten how pleasant it was riding unrestricted through the countr. . .