Passion for the Game
The second book in the Georgian series, 2007
To editorial goddess, Kate Duffy.
For everything, but especially for
loving my books as much as I do.
I love writing for you.
Thanks to my critique partner, Annette McCleave (www.AnnetteMcCleave.com).
Thanks to my dear friends Renee Luke and Jordan Summers for their support on the other end of the IM window.
Thanks to my family, who were orphaned for over a year.
Thanks to my mom, who took over the maintenance of my house while I wrote a bunch of books.
Thanks to my readers, the most loyal, enthusiastic, and fabulous audience a writer could ever ask for.
What a lucky gal I am to have all of you in my life. I’m hugely grateful.
“If all angels of death were as lovely as you, men would line up to die.”
Maria, Lady Winter, shut the lid of her enameled patch box with a decisive snap. Her revulsion for the mirrored reflection of the man who sat behind her made her stomach roil. Taking a deep breath, she kept her gaze trained on the stage below, but her attention was riveted by the incomparably handsome man who sat in the shadows of her theater box.
“Your turn will come,” she murmured, maintaining her regal façade for the benefit of the many lorgnettes pointed in her direction. She had worn crimson silk tonight, accented by delicate black lace frothing from elbow-length sleeves. It was her most-worn color. Not because it suited her Spanish heritage coloring so well-dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin-but because it was a silent warning. Bloodshed. Stay away.