Your pleasure is my pleasure, Miss Fairhurst. Sir Ragnor Withersby to Miss Judith Fairhurst, in a cupboard, the British Museum, London 1817A skill at cards is not usually part of a young lady's repertoire. An astounding skill at piquet? Unheard of. Yet here's Miss Judith Fairhurst, a natural at the game, facing renowned expert Sir Ragnor Withersby across the table-and thoroughly defeating him. Their first hand arouses his interest, their first kiss arouses a lot more, and elegant man-about-town Sir Ragnor is about to find out what it's like to tumble headfirst off a dangerous cliff into unknown waters. There will be gambling, of course. Potential scandals, cheats and revelations will abound. There will be new friends, sculptures, a strange decanter of brandy and a very nice bottom. Perhaps Fate has set their feet on a path to pleasure, but not all their steps will be smooth. Some games must be very carefully played...
