Miss Austen's Vampire Read Online Free PDF

two for daywear and two for evening. Picking up a robin’s egg blue muslin, she held it in front of herself and peered at the image in the looking glass. While the blue went well with her complexion, it did nothing to bring out her hazel eyes. However, the other day dress, a green muslin, went well with her eyes, but she knew it did not flatter her figure as well as the blue.
    Lady Agatha’s maid finished lacing up Jane’s stays before first assisting her to slip on petticoats and finally the blue muslin over the undergarments. Jane adjusted the bust line, to show off that area to its best advantage. Cut lower than she would have worn during the day at home, she felt the style was flattering, and perfectly in keeping with a day at an elegant estate. That Mr. Augustine might notice her figure and find it attractive was, in truth, what she hoped for.
    Before leaving the room, she went to the looking glass and pinched her cheeks, fiddled with the curls that framed her face, and bit her lips, bringing color to them. Only when satisfied that she had done all that was possible to look as little like an old spinster, she left the room.
    Despite the day’s bright sun, the far recesses of the stable were as dark as night. Arranging the unconscious, but still alive, stable boy on the pile of hay, Gabriel attempted to make it appear as if he were asleep, like he had been overcome by fatigue and had lain down for a brief nap. He had only taken from the boy what sustenance was absolutely needed to make it through the day, and hoped that the sexual activities of yesterday would be enough to keep at bay those particular urges. Overcoming the sexual appetite should be more easily accomplished than his other more insatiable appetite. He hoped.
    Gabriel mounted his favorite stallion, Greystone, and headed out for Dartfourd Hall. Thankful that Francis had been willing to arrange for Greystone to be awaiting him at the inn in the morning, he ran his hand over the head of the magnificent animal. Grey from head to tail, with only one small white patch just above his nostrils, the stallion had been with him for three years, since birth. Gabriel had had few opportunities to ride him since his turning, and each time he’d mounted him the horse had been skittish for several minutes, unable to recognize his master in his new state. But Gabriel’s soft whispers into the horse’s ear calmed him each time, as the horse did know and respond to his master’s familiar voice.
    On the grounds of the Dartfourd estate a large woods sat a half-mile from the house. Gabriel’s mind was wandering to the delights of Miss Jane Austen as he traveled the familiar path and it wasn’t until he was almost upon her that he saw the woman strolling along the trail. He reined in Greystone who was none too pleased to stop the much needed exercise, and let Gabriel know this with a loud snorting. Miss Austen jumped at the unexpected sound, and stumbled off the path when she saw the large stallion.
    “Miss Austen, forgive us for interrupting your walk. Are you all right?” Gabriel spoke as he dismounted the horse and quickly made his way to her.
    She looked toward him, squinting a bit as a beam of sunlight made its way through the leafy branches and hit her in the face. “Mr. Augustine?”
    “Yes, Miss Austen, it is. Again I hope you will forgive the interruption.”
    “Just because your arrival was unexpected does not make it unwelcome.” She smiled shyly at him.
    He felt her smile’s warmth pervade his body, a feeling he had not experienced since his change, and he took a moment to revel in the sensation. Gabriel returned the smile, eliciting a fluttering of eyelashes and a hint of a blush across the fair cheekbones. He couldn’t help but notice how the sky-blue dress she wore showed off her slender figure, and he allowed himself a brief glance at the swell of her breasts. Knowing that further admirations could only lead to a dangerous situation, he fixed his