Daniel shrugged. “So they rattle their sabers around these parts. We’ll just make sure all the action henceforth takes place far from here.”

“Exactly.” Alex looked at Roderick. “So where is Hamilton?”

Roderick gave a brief report. “So in the matter of the major, we’ve done all we can-put everything in place-that we can to this point. But Hamilton and Miss Ensworth are already at Chelmsford. They appear to be heading this way.” He glanced at Alex and Daniel. “The question is, are they heading to Somersham Place as well, or somewhere else?”

“It’s possible, of course, that they’re heading to Somersham.” There was a frown etched on Alex’s face. “I just wish we’d known about the damned Cynsters in time to act earlier, at least to keep Hamilton from getting this close.”

“Too late for that now,” Daniel observed. “He’s virtually on our doorstep.”

“True,” Alex allowed. “But what worries me more is these others our puppetmaster has drawn into this fight. We’re not, as we thought we would be, facing only the colonel and his three friends. We’ve the Cynsters getting in our way up here, and bodyguards escorting our pigeons from the moment they land. Delborough had two, and now you say Hamilton has another two-a different two-who were waiting for him when he landed.”

Head slowly shaking, Alex met Roderick’s, then Daniel’s eyes. “This is all too expertly organized. We’re facing an enemy more able than we’d thought, and being forced to fight on a front far wider than we’d anticipated.”

When Alex fell silent, Daniel prompted, “So?”

Alex pulled a face. “I just wish I knew who was behind this. It’s much easier to triumph over an enemy if you know who that enemy is. How else can you learn his weaknesses?”

Neither of the other two answered.

Roderick shifted his weight. “What we do know is that, whoever he is, he poses a very real danger to us-or will if the original letter gets through to him.”

Alex examined the scroll-holder Larkins had died for. “The usual contraption.” The cult used similar devices to transport sensitive communications.

With quick flicks, Alex manipulated the levers, unlocked the scroll-holder, opened it, and drew out the single sheet of parchment it held.

Daniel looked at Roderick. “While our men are taking Hamilton down, we should put more effort into identifying who our puppetmaster is. Chances are it’s someone with links both to the Cynsters and to these other men-the ones acting as bodyguards. What do you know of them? Are they from some arm of the services, or…?”

“At this point,” Roderick said, “I don’t even know who they are.”

While Daniel and Roderick discussed ways and means to identify their unexpected opponents, Alex unrolled the letter and, after checking-just to make sure-that it was indeed a copy with no incriminating seal, idly scanned the contents.

The rumble of the others’ voices filled the night’s silence. Alex’s eyes traveled the sheet, then halted.

Neither Alex nor Daniel had previously seen the letter. Neither had had any idea of its full contents.

A long moment passed. Alex’s eyes remained locked on the letter, on a single line. Roderick and Daniel continued to talk.

Abruptly, Alex looked up. “You used my name.”

The words resonated with accusation and incipient black fury.

Roderick looked at Alex, frowned. “Of course I mentioned you. If you recall, I was trying to persuade that bastard, Govind Holkar, to commit more deeply-men and money. We’d discussed mentioning you visiting Poona as an incentive-you knew I’d be mentioning it.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Alex bit off each word, gaze boring into Roderick. “You used my real name.”

Both Roderick and Daniel blinked. Then both froze.

In a movement redolent with rage, eyes narrowed to glittering shards, Alex tossed the letter on the table. “And just what do you think, brother-mine, will happen if our dear father is shown this letter? Even a copy of this letter?” The words were vicious, lashing, scathing as Alex’s voice rose. “You don’t think, perhaps, that he might be tempted to throw me and Daniel to the wolves to save you? To save the honor of his house?” Eyes blazing, Alex pushed upright. “Of course he will!”

Alex shouldered past Roderick and fell to pacing, a great deal more violently than Roderick had.

Daniel reached for the letter. It took him only a moment to find the relevant line. Lips tightening, he tossed the letter back on the table. Sitting back, he caught Roderick’s eye. “My name, too, brother-mine. And just when were you going to remember to tell us?”

“I didn’t know-I swear I didn’t know.” Pale, looking suddenly ill, Roderick raked a hand through his hair. He glanced at Alex, who shot him a murderous look, then he hauled in a huge breath. “We don’t need this. We need to concentrate. I was in a rush when I wrote the damned thing-remember? I didn’t even register that I’d used your real names.”

“Make no mistake,” Alex scoffed. “Our father will register that, if he’s ever shown it.”

“So we make sure he never sees the damned thing.” Roderick swung to Daniel, who was leaning back in his armchair, his face a mask. “We’ll intercept all the letters-the copies as well as the original. Chances were we would have had to do that anyway in order to seize the original.”

Roderick glanced at Alex, still pacing viciously, then looked back at Daniel. “So-Hamilton’s next.” Roderick stole another glance at Alex. “What are we going to do about him?”

“Not we. You!” Swinging around, Alex pointed a finger at Roderick. “You asked before where you might find a man to replace Larkins. His replacement, Roderick, is you!” Another jab of Alex’s finger emphasized the word. “You take on Larkins’s role, and you get those damned letters back-every copy, every last one!”

Roderick’s eyes narrowed to shards of blue ice. “All right.” Face set, he nodded. “I will.”

Dear Reader,

I am delighted to introduce you to the first book in my thrilling new project, The Black Cobra Quartet. The concept evolved from wondering what happened to the soldiers who fought alongside the Cynster cousins in their cavalry troop at Waterloo. The answer is:

Five of them went to India to serve with the army of the East India Company under the direct command of the Governor-General of India, who in 1822, gives all five a mission: do whatever it takes to bring a fiendish villain, the Black Cobra, to justice.

One of the five gives his life to secure the vital evidence. The other four swear to avenge him by getting that evidence back to England and into the hands of Royce Varisey, now Duke of Wolverstone, the one man powerful enough to bring down the Black Cobra.

You didn’t think you’d heard the last of Royce and the members of the Bastion Club-or their wives-did you? And, of course, our four latest heroes appeal to their old comrades-in-arms, the Cynster cousins, for assistance, too. The result is four action-packed adventures ranging from Bombay to Norfolk, filled with danger, passion, and intrigue, with an exciting cast of fresh new characters walking onto a stage peopled by many you already know.

The Prelude begins in India, after which our four heroes part, three carrying decoys and one the vital original evidence back to Royce in England by four very different routes. Each book in the quartet tells the tale of one journey-and of the lady and the love each hero discovers along the way.

Each of our heroes is due to reach England in the days leading up to Christmas, 1822. Join me in following them through the perils and pleasures of their journeys, which culminate in a wonderful joint Christmas you won’t want to miss.

So read on and let the Prelude take you to India in 1822, and then sit back and enjoy the journey of Colonel Derek Delborough in The Untamed Bride.


Happy reading!

Stephanie Laurens

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author STEPHANIE LAURENS began writing as an escape from the dry world of professional science, a hobby that quickly became a career. Her novels set in Regency England have captivated readers around the globe, making her one of the romance world’s most beloved and popular authors. The Untamed Bride is her fortieth work, and the first in The Black Cobra Quartet.