The Earl's Wildcat

Krystina Daryl

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Will he toss her aside, or make it his life's quest to tame the wildcat?

Born out of wedlock in the nineteenth century, Lydia Parker has nothing to rely upon but her own fiery will. In order to earn enough money to make a living, she creates two identities for herself: 'Lloyd', a young skinny man who visits different peasant establishments to hone 'his' gambling skills; and 'Wildcat', a seductive vixen and call girl who uses her charms to gain access to the gambling tables of wealthy men.

Lydia dares to push boundaries and take risks no other woman usually would in order to survive. The last experience she had with any sort of love was as a child. But when her half-sister, Lanie, is taken away, she vows never to trust or love again... until a noble earl enters her life. One she foolishly falls in love with.

When faced with the discovery of two young siblings she's never met, Lydia has a hard decision to make. Can she force herself to break her own vow not to tarry with married men in order to save their lives? Will her false identities keep her safe as she enters the home of a woman with the intention of breaking apart her marriage? What happens when the very man who has stolen her heart turns out to be the same man whose life she has to ruin to save her innocent siblings?

Earl Nicolas Townson has met and loved many women in his life, but none were ever as intriguing as the one wearing a mask who calls herself, 'Wildcat'. Their exchange across the poker table ended with a passionate dalliance in a dim hallway. Thoughts of the alluring woman refuse to leave his mind, and his best friend's teasing are not the least bit amusing. He has never had difficulty in charming a woman into his bed. But, while he enjoys a tigress in his bed, he has no tolerance for manipulative, scheming women. When he discovers Lydia's duplicity, he knows he has to make a choice. Will he toss her aside, or make it his life's quest to tame the wildcat and make the little feline purr... even if he has to spank her bottom raw first?

Sujets

• Duchess
• Deference
• Submit
• High Seas
• Alpha (ethology)
• Regency
• Spanking
• Virtue
• BDSM
• Scandal
• Rake
• Kidnapping
• Bride
• Dominant
• Earl
• Duke
• Obédience
• Virgin
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Pirates

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 04 février 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781682593615
• Langue: English

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The Earl’s Wildcat
TheEarl Series, Book Two
 
By
 
Krystina Daryl
 
 
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Tableof Contents:
 
  TOC \o "1-3" \n <![endif]--> Foreword by Maggie Ryan
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
About Krystina Daryl
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Foreword by Maggie Ryan
 
 
Iwas very excited to be asked to work with Krystina Daryl on her Earl Series . The first book, Mischief Impossible , sets the stage withcharacters who will capture your heart and engage you with their life. Nancyisn't about to pretend she is some fragile blossom without a mind of her own.Feisty and intelligent, she will give all of her love to a man but he mustaccept her exactly as she is. A bit of spanking might be necessary along theway to remind her that he is just as stubborn as she, but the love shared isone of great passion.
Inthe second book, The Earl's Stowaway ,we discover that generations tend to inherit more than blue eyes or curly hair.Nancy's grandson, Nicolas Wimberley, the Earl of Ashworth, is every bit asstubborn as his grandfather, and yet she is certain he is just as capable oflove—if she can find him the right woman. Melanie Monroe has no knowledgeof titles nor cares about proper protocol in a country far from her home. Sheis far more concerned with finding her abandoned siblings than she is about howto curtsey or hold a teacup.
Krystina Daryl, a new author, has brought her characters tolife. They struggle with decisions that will affect many as well as fight todiscover themselves. With her very character questioned, will Melanie be ableto forgive those who have hurt her? Will Christopher be able to believe thatthis woman is truly his salvation?
Her third book, The Earl's Wildcat, brings the battlefor what is right back to the shores of the United States. Lydia, known as Lylato her sister Melanie, hasn't seen her sister since childhood. Lyla assumes theidentity of Wildcat and instantly draws the interest of Lord Nicolas Towson.What happens with Wildcat's decision that she'll do anything necessary to savethe ones she loves? The books are full of twists and turns that keep yousmiling and biting your lip to see what happens next.
Ihope you allow yourself the gift of all three books in the series, as I don'tbelieve you'll be sorry you did.
 
Happy Reading,
 
Maggie Ryan
 
 
 
 
Chapter One
 
 
America- August 1857
 
"Comeon, men! Don't be cowards! Deposit what you're worth on the table!" Lydiaslapped her palm on the table, shaking it on its unsteady legs and toppling twomugs of ale.
Oneman pushed away from the table when the liquid poured over on his side. Anotherpushed him aside, sank to the ground on his knees with his open mouth widepointing to the heavens. He made a fool of himself trying to gulp the ale downand keep his mouth open to continue receiving the ale.
Theman—a giant—who was pushed away growled, "Lloyd, you owe meanother mug!"
Lydiagrunted in response. "Are we going to drink or are we going togamble?"
Hebent down, supporting his weight on the table as he leaned in close to Lydia."Boy, my... ale... now!"
Lydiahad learnt early on never to let intimidating giants make her quake in herboots. It was the only way to survive in this cruel world. Forced to take thedisguise of a boy to earn an extra living, she knew her bark and bite needed tocompensate for her small size and short height.
Itwas either gambling or whoring, and she was not going to whore herself todisgusting pigs!
Ifshe chose the life of a whore, she'd toy with the idea of going to London andjoining the White Palace. She heard that was where men with fortunes and nobletitles went. There were great prospects there. She also thought of becoming acourtesan and gaining a wealthy protector and living a life of luxury. The daysof work and struggles would all be forgotten.
  But, she drew the line at becoming amarried man's mistress. There was no reason to be part of destroying a man'sfamily.
Inthat sense, she was better than her mother.
Geraldinehad been a married man's mistress in Yorkshire, England. She thought she couldget more money by using blackmail to expose his bastard to his wife—whomhe had married just for her fortune. She never anticipated that same womanwould become a paladin for fidelity and ship the bastard and his whore toAmerica on the fastest ship out of England.
Lydialived with a mother who despised her and a sickly grandmother who treated herlike a treasure. Those were conflicting emotions for a child to grow up with.But once Geraldine married a man with a dark soul that matched hers and left,Lydia became settled.
Yes,she lost a prospective sister she would have loved to have, but she was rid ofher witch of a mother and dodged a drunken cad for a stepfather. Poor Lanie hadended up with both.
She'dalways known she'd have to be tough to survive the dangerous streets of Dallas,but once her grandmother passed when she was just five and ten, she knew shehad to toughen her skin even more.
Nowshe was a jack of all trades and a master of one—gambling.
Therewas not a table she left without spoils. Her grandmother had taught her well.
LydiaParker, a bastard, an adulterous child carrying the last name of her sire as afurther insult, and an orphan, was a career survivor.
Lydiastood up and pushed her chair back roughly. She punched her fists on the tableand leaned over until she was nose to nose with the giant.
Hebarks, bark louder.
Hebites, bite harder.
  "I'll buy you your shitty ale, youwhiny pussy, after I take your money!" she yelled in his face.
Thegiant grabbed her shirt collar. "Boy!" he hissed.
Lydiasmiled. "Kind sir, shift your eyes to your navel," she said with hernatural voice, hoping everyone would assume it to be a mocking tone.
Thegiant looked down. His eyes widened when he saw the long blade, with itsglistening sharp tip pressing close to his navel.
Lydiapushed it forward until it made contact to his person. Reassuming the voice ofa man, Lydia yelled in his face, "Release me or forfeit more than yourmoney!"
"Now,gentlemen, there is no need to shed blood," the owner of the establishmentspoke with a shaky voice. "How about I award your table two mugs of aleeach, just to keep the peace?"
Thegiant's harsh expression eased at the mention of free ale. He released her andstraightened up. "For a scrawny boy who looks like a girl, you are onetough man, Lloyd!"
Lydiahad spent enough of her time in drinking establishments like these to know theinsult was meant as a compliment.
Shenodded and sat back down on her chair. She pushed the hat down to fasten itshold on her hair. "Now, where were we?"
*****
Aftera few hands, all wins, Lydia left the inn. She was exhausted but the night hadjust begun. It was time to go to the Dallas Palace to join the rich men'stable. She couldn't play. She'd tried but her male clothes didn't scream richenough to be given a chair on any of the tables.
Soshe dressed like a whore, sat next to Mr. Kingston and hoped the night ended onhis lap.
Shenever gave him any sexual favours, just advice as an expert gambler. Andwhenever he pulled her into his lap, it meant he was pleased with her work asan adviser and she was going home with a small fortune.
Mr.Kingston stopped caring much about money six months prior—two monthsafter Lydia had offered him her services. On their first meeting, she had foundhim sobbing outside the Dallas Palace, mourning the fortune he had lost. Theidiot had gone as far as gambling his large fishing business away.
Itwas an opportunity she could not let slip by her. She offered to help him wineverything back, on a few conditions. One,