Once Upon a Midnight Masquerade: Scot to the Heart ~ Grant and MacGregor Novel, #3
By Jane Charles
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One Hour, one waltz, and several passionate, unforgettable kisses….
There was only one time in her life that Lady Claresta Copeland enjoyed the freedom of nobody knowing who she was—when she attended a masquerade ball disguised as Juliet. There, she met her Romeo. The romance lasted not above an hour before her maid yanked her away but Claresta cherished that night and thought never to see her Romeo again, until he appeared before her in London.
When a truth comes to light…
Donovan MacGregor had come to London to distance himself from his intrusive family, carve out a place for himself outside of Scotland, and eradicate Juliet from his mind and dreams. What he hadn't expected was to meet her once again in England, and certainly not in Society. Nor had he anticipated that in truth, she was a lady.
What will happen when Donovan finds out the true identity of his Juliet?
Jane Charles
Jane Charles has lived in the Midwest her entire life. As a child she would more likely be found outside with a baseball than a book in her hand. In fact, Jane hated reading until she was sixteen. Out of boredom on a long road trip she borrowed her older sister’s historical romance and fell in love with reading. She long ago lost count of how many fiction novels she has read over the years and her love for them never died. Along with romance she has a passion for history and the two soon combined when she penned her first historical romance. What turned into a hobby became a passion, which has been fully supported by her husband, three children and three cats. JaneCharlesAuthor.com Jane can be contacted at: janecharles522@gmail.com Twitter and FB: JaneACharle
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Once Upon a Midnight Masquerade - Jane Charles
Prologue
Edinburgh - July 1814
A truly magical night—where the stars in the heavens sparkled against a midnight sky as music from the orchestra drifted along the breeze and into the fragrant gardens of Madame Marseille. Excitement trickled down Lady Claresta Copeland’s spine as she neared the entrance to the ballroom.
Are you certain this is wise, Lady Claresta?
Esther whispered from behind.
I see no harm,
Claresta assured her maid. If Dillon and Emily hadn’t wished to retire early, they’d have come as well.
Mr. Chambers seemed most adamant on not attending,
Esther reminded her.
Only because we return to England tomorrow and he didn’t wish to be overtired. Though I don’t see why that should matter as there isn’t much else to do in a carriage on a long trip but read or sleep.
But you weren’t invited.
Rubbish,
Claresta dismissed. The invitation had gone to Dillon, but I’m certain it included the household, as all invitations do.
Dillon Chambers, her cousin’s husband, had been invited to the masquerade and Claresta would have borrowed his invitation to gain entrance, but he’d torn it up and thrown it in a rubbish bin. However, as she’d found a way through the gardens, it wouldn’t be necessary to enter by the front door.
This is not right, Lady Claresta,
Esther said. You shouldn’t attend alone.
I’m not. You’re with me, and we are both in disguise,
Claresta pointed out.
I shouldn’t be here at all. I am your maid.
That is the fun of a masquerade.
Claresta nearly bubbled with excitement. Nobody knows who anyone else is, so why shouldn’t you enjoy yourself?
I’ll not be enjoying anything until I can get you back to the manor.
As they reached the entrance off of the gardens, Claresta shushed her maid and glided inside. The room was full of gentlemen in formal dress, wearing half masks and the ladies were in some of the most risqué gowns she’d ever seen. Did a mask allow a woman to expose more of her body than was usually allowed in polite society as her identity might never be known?
Claresta glanced down at her own, modest costume. She’d thought it had been daring with a squared neckline that exposed the upper swell of her breasts far more so than her other ballgowns, but that was because the bodice had been laced incredibly tight by Esther. She was forced to stand erect for fear of spilling out of her gown if she bent forward too far. Despite the discomfort, Claresta loved her pale green, silk gown trimmed with gold embroidery and finestrella sleeves. She’d rejected the chemise that should be worn beneath because the extra layer of clothing would be too uncomfortable in July. As tonight was expected to be warm, as would be the ball, she’d also left her matching shawl at home, but had donned only the pale green, silk cap adorned with ribbons, and in keeping with the tradition of the character, allowed her hair to fall free in a jumble of curls that ended just past her waist.
Esther’s costume was not so grand, as she played the servant, or Nurse, to Claresta’s Juliet.
With a deep breath, she moved further into the room and gazed about at the gold and sapphire décor and the numerous chandeliers and candelabras that brightened the room until it nearly resembled daylight.
Soon, she would dance, if anyone noticed her, and she’d have a wonderful memory to take with her back to England. After all, this was to be her last night in Edinburgh and she had no intention of leaving without experiencing the magic of a masquerade—where she could dance, laugh and flirt with no one ever knowing her name. However, she witnessed a few displays that caused her face to burn. Even stranger, the ladies laughed off the attention as if a hand upon one’s bottom was not an unusual or improper occurrence.
This gathering was certainly livelier than any other ball she’d ever attended, and laughter flowed from ladies and gentlemen alike as they talked, danced and moved about the room. Oh, why couldn’t all balls be as pleasurable as this one appeared to be and why must one wear a mask in order to fully embrace enjoyment?
Donovan MacGregor stood with his brother, Cameron, and watched as masked attendees cavorted about the ballroom. Their cousin, Alistair, had been lost to them nearly an hour ago when he’d disappeared with a shepherdess into the gardens. The woman had even brought a sheep with her and Donovan wondered if it was borrowed or if the woman really kept it as a pet.
As he was currently between mistresses, the ball, given by the renowned Madame Marseille, provided the perfect opportunity to meet women who were in want of a protector.
Donovan and Cameron had spoken to most of the women, but he’d yet to find one that he desired for a night, let alone the duration one might keep a mistress.
In truth, his tastes were more refined than most of those who were in attendance. He’d always preferred a woman who behaved more a lady, outside of the bedchamber, despite her profession. The women gallivanting, dancing and flirting throughout the ball were a bit too brazen for him.
As what he needed was not here, Donovan tossed back a glass of whisky and started for the exit when the most unusual woman glided through the doors leading to the gardens. She wore a pale green gown trimmed in gold and had long flowing blonde hair. He could not see much of her face as it was nearly covered in a gold mask with only her full, rosy lips and chin exposed. Other than the swell of her lovely breasts, the woman was modestly clothed, especially compared to the other harlots in the room.
He started forward but Cameron stopped Donovan with a hand on his arm. Who is that?
I intend to find out.
Who is she even dressed as?
It was then that he noticed the woman enter behind the blonde, dressed more as a medieval servant than a whore and he knew in a moment. Juliet, of course, and I’m to determine if I might be her Romeo.
Cameron laughed. Just be careful as that romance did not end well for either of them.
Donovan chuckled and shook off his brother. I shall hide the daggers and destroy the poison, but for now, I must meet her.
As he strode across the ballroom, Juliet turned and caught his eye. A sweet smile bloomed upon his approach. He bowed before her and uttered the words he knew from heart. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Delight sparkled in her green eyes. "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
She held up her hand and he placed his against her delicate palm.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
Warmth spread through him that this slip of a woman, a light-skirt with emerald eyes and golden hair could quote word for word a favorite play. Of course, many courtesans did not rely on their sexual talents alone in order to retain a protector, but this Juliet was different, and as the strains of a waltz began, he led her to the floor without asking, and she went willingly.
Donovan pulled her close with his hand at the small of her back and she rested hers on his shoulder. They moved as one, not speaking a word as he gazed down into her eyes, marveling that this slip of a woman was unattached. Their steps matched as if they’d danced several times before and as her thighs brushed his, desire flamed in Donovan’s loins.
Could he have found his mistress after all?
Her emerald eyes darkened as he pulled her body closer, until they were nearly one with only the separation of clothing. Such close proximity would scandalize society, but they were in Madame Marseille’s home, and there was no need for concern.
Her bow lips parted as her breaths grew heavy, but Donovan knew that it wasn’t the dance that brought on such a state, but desire. His heart raced, and blood pulsed through his veins. A simple waltz had turned into an instrument of seduction without the need of poetic words, suggestive quips, or heated caresses.
Where had she been and why hadn’t he met her before?
How the blazes was such a woman free of protection? Such a beauty, delicate and nearly innocent. It was a rare gift to hold onto such an air of purity when one was in her profession.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair," he muttered, longing for a kiss, but still holding to his role of Romeo. Soon, they’d shed their characters, along with their clothing, but he was enjoying the playacting he’d begun because she knew the script as well as he did.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake."
This game they played heightened each of his senses and as the music ended, Donovan led Juliet back toward the gardens, away from the others cavorting in the ballroom, in order to be alone in the moonlight.
Her Nurse waited within the doors, and Donovan suspected that she was in truth Juliet’s maid, asked along to play the part.
My lady...,
Nurse warned.
I shall only be a moment,
Juliet answered, not breaking eye contact with Donovan.
The hour grows late,
Nurse warned again, but Donovan ignored her and escorted Juliet into the moonlight.
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take,
Donovan continued with the familiar lines from the ancient play. "Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
Juliet tilted her