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# VISCOUNT BRECKENRIDGE. TO THE RESCUE. # IN PURSUIT OF. ELIZA CYNSTER. # THE CAPTURE OF THE. EARL OF GLENCRAE. # Three heros, three rescues, three weddings. The pleasure of your company is requested at the wedding of Miss Eliza Cynster but not until she's rescued from a. Results 1 - 48 of [PDF] In Pursuit of Eliza Cynster: A Cynster Novel (Cynster Bride) by STEPHANIE LAURENS. Book file PDF easily for everyone and every.

The light from the sparkling chandeliers sheened over elaborately coiffed curls and winked and blinked from the hearts of countless diamonds. Gowns in a range of brilliant hues swirled as the ladies danced, creating a shifting sea of vibrant plumage contrasting with the regulation black-and-white of their partners. Laughter and conversation blanketed the scene. A riot of perfumes filled the air. In the background a small orchestra strove to deliver one of the most popular waltzes.

Eliza watched as her elder sister, Heather, circled the dance floor in the arms of her handsome husband-to-be, ex-foremost rake of the ton, Timothy Danvers, Viscount Breckenridge. Even if the ball had not been thrown expressly to celebrate their betrothal, to formally announce it to the ton and the polite world, the besotted look in Breckenridge's eyes every time his gaze rested on Heather was more than enough to tell the tale.

The ex-darling of the ton's ladies was now Heather's sworn protector and slave. And Heather was his. The joy in her face, that lit her eyes, declared that to the world. Despite her own less than happy state, much of it a direct outcome of the events leading to Heather's engagement, Eliza was sincerely, to her soul, happy for her sister.

They'd both spent years-literally years-searching for their respective heroes among the ton, through the drawing rooms and ballrooms in which young ladies such as they were expected to confine themselves in hunting for suitable, eligible partis. Yet neither Heather, Eliza, nor Angelica, their younger sister, had had any luck in locating the gentlemen fated to be their heroes.

They had, logically, concluded that said heroes, the gentlemen for them, were not to be found within their proscribed orbit, so they had, also logically, decided to extend their search into those areas where the more elusive, yet still suitable and eligible, male members of the ton congregated.

That strategy had worked for their eldest female cousin Amanda, and, employed with a different twist, for her twin sister Amelia, as well. And, albeit in a most unexpected way, the same approach had worked for Heather, too. Clearly for Cynster females, success in finding their own true hero lay in boldly stepping beyond their accustomed circles.

Which was precisely what Eliza was set on doing except that, through the adventure that had befallen Heather within minutes of her taking her first step into that racier world - namely being kidnapped, rescued by Breckenridge, and then escaping in his company - a plot to target "the Cynster sisters" had been exposed.

Whether the targets were limited to Heather, Eliza, and Angelica, or included their younger cousins, Henrietta and Mary, no one knew. No one understood the motive behind the threat, not even what was eventually intended beyond being kidnapped and possibly taken to Scotland.

As for who was behind it, no one had any real clue, but the upshot was that Eliza and the other three "Cynster sisters" as yet unbetrothed had been placed under constant guard.

She hadn't been able to set toe outside her parents' house without one of her brothers, or if not them, one of her cousins - every bit as bad - appearing at her elbow.

And looming. For her, taking even half a step outside the restrictive circles of the upper echelons of the ton was now impossible. If she tried, a large, male, brotherly or cousinly hand would close about her elbow and yank her unceremoniously back.

Such behavior on their part was, she had to admit, understandable, but… "For how long?

If I don't find my hero this year, next year I'll be on the shelf. Which was why she was hugging the wall in the screening shadows of the huge palm; she was worn out with smiling and pretending she had any interest whatever in the very proper young gentlemen who, through the night, had vied for her attention. As a well-dowered, well-bred, well-brought up Cynster young lady she'd never been short of would-be Romeos.

Sadly, she'd never felt the slightest inclination to play Juliet to any of them. Like Angelica, Eliza was convinced she would recognize her hero, if not in the instant she laid eyes on him-Angelica's theory-then at least once she'd spent a few hours in his company.

Heather, in contrast, had always been uncertain over recognizing her hero-but then she'd known Breckenridge, not well but more than by sight, for many years, and until their adventure she hadn't realized he was the one for her. Heather had mentioned that their cousin-by-marriage, Catriona, who, being an earthly representative of the deity known in parts of Scotland as "The Lady," tended to "know" things, had suggested that Heather needed to "see" her hero clearly, which had proved very much to be the case.

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Catriona had given Heather a necklace and pendant designed to assist a young lady in finding her true love-her hero; Catriona had said the necklace was supposed to be passed from Heather, to Eliza, to Angelica, then to Henrietta and Mary, before ultimately returning to Scotland, to Catriona's daughter, Lucilla. Raising one hand, Eliza touched the fine chain interspersed with small amethyst beads that circled her neck; the rose quartz pendant depending from it was hidden in the valley between her breasts.

The chain lay concealed beneath the delicate lace of the fashionable fichu and collar that filled the scooped neckline of her gold silk gown. The chain was now hers, so where was the hero it was supposed to help her recognize?

Obviously not here. No gentleman with hero-potential had miraculously appeared. Not that she had expected one to, not here in the very heart of the upper echelons of tonnish society. Nevertheless, disappointment and dragging dejection bloomed. Through finding her hero, Heather had - entirely unintentionally, but nevertheless effectively - stymied Eliza. Her hero did not exist within tonnish circles, but she could no longer step outside to hunt him down.

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Eliza barely glanced at him, but seeing her, his features relaxed and he stepped forward. A good half hour ago, it must be now. We couldn't find you in the crowd. Ives' household to assist with the massive ball. It wasn't handed to me, but to one of the others. They passed it on. With a brief bow, Cameron withdrew.

With no great expectations, Eliza unfolded the note. The writing was bold, a series of brash black strokes on the white paper. Very masculine in style. Tipping the sheet to catch the light, Eliza read: Meet me in the back parlor, if you dare.

No, we're not acquainted.

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I haven't signed this note because my name will mean nothing to you. We haven't been introduced, and there is no grande dame present who would be likely to oblige me. However, the fact I am here, attending this ball, speaks well enough to my antecedents and my social standing.

And I know where the back parlor is. I believe it is time we met face to face, if nothing else to discover if there is any further degree of association we might feel inclined to broach. As I started this note, so I will end it: Meet me in the back parlor, if you dare.

I'll be waiting.

Eliza couldn't help but smile. How daring.

To send her such a note in her cousin's house, under the very noses of the grandes dames and all her family. Yet whoever he was, he was patently there, in the house, and if he knew where the back parlor was… She read the note again, debating, but there was no reason she could see why she shouldn't slip away to the back parlor and discover who it was who had dared send such a note.

Stepping out from her hiding place, she slipped swiftly, as unobtrusively as she could, around the still crowded room. She felt certain the note-writer was correct - she didn't know him; they'd never met.

She didn't know any gentleman who would have thought to send such an outrageous summons to a private tryst inside St. Ives House. Excitement, anticipation, surged.

Perhaps this was it - the moment when her hero would appear before her. Stepping through a minor door, she walked quickly down a corridor, then turned down another, then another, increasingly dimly lit, steadily making her way to the rear corner of the huge mansion.

Deep in the private areas, distant from the reception rooms and their noise, the back parlor gave onto the gardens at the rear of the house; Honoria often sat there of an afternoon, watching her children play on the lawn below the terrace. Eliza finally reached the end of the last corridor. The parlor door stood before her.

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She didn't hesitate; turning the knob, she opened the door and walked in. The lamps weren't lit, but moonlight poured through the windows and glass doors that gave onto the terrace. Glancing around and seeing no one, she closed the door and walked deeper into the room. Perhaps he was waiting in one of the armchairs facing the windows. Nearing the chairs, she saw they were empty. She halted. Had he given up and left?

She whirled - too late.

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