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How can a lady avoid a scandal...

Just as Miss Isabella Winslowe is finally achieving comfortable respectability, the fascinating and decidedly unrespectable Earl of Colebrooke inconveniently appears...

When a gentleman is so determined to flirt...

The darkly handsome Daniel Colebrooke is intrigued and alarmed when an alluring young lady arrives at his door in need of assistance. In a moment of impetuosity, Daniel decides he must keep a close watch on Isabella, and what better way than to strike up a not–so–innocent fliration...

Together they'll cook up more than a little mischief when a disappearing dead body and a lascivious scandal spins their reckless game entirely out of control.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Amelia Grey's awards include the Booksellers Best and the Aspen Gold, and writing as Gloria Dale Skinner, the coveted Romantic Times Award for Love and Laughter and the prestigious Maggie Award. Amelia read her first romance book when she was thirteen and has been a devoted reader of love stories ever since. She is the author of over twenty-five books. Happily married to her high school sweetheart for over thirty-five years, Amelia lives in Panama City Beach, Florida.
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One

The first week of the Season draws to a close with a flurry of elegant parties and delicious news. The dashing Lord Colebrooke has returned to London to attend the rest of the Season. Word has it he is determined to make a match before Season's end. There is news about a group of young ladies who meet in the home of Miss Isabella Winslowe. Hmm-can anyone report on what mischief those damsels might be up to?

-Lord Truefitt, Society's Daily Column

Daniel Fletcher Colebrooke, the seventh Earl of Colebrooke, folded the broadsheet before letting it drop to the floor by his feet. He settled into the comfortable leather-covered wing chair in the book room of his London town house. Leaping flames flickered and crackled in the fireplace, casting pleasant shadows on the bookshelves, the furniture, and the lean face of his best friend.

The brandy in Daniel's glass, warmed by his hand, slid smoothly down his throat as he took a sip. It was an unusually cold spring afternoon. The brandy and the fire took the chill off the dreary gray day.

"You know, Chilton, I could not care less what the gossips say about me."

Sitting opposite Daniel, his impeccably dressed friend eyed him with unconcealed doubt. "Liar. I remember when you used to take great delight if any of the scandal sheets saw fit to mention your name."

When Daniel was second in line to the title, that used to be true, but things had changed. Back then he was young and restless and enjoyed the excitement of doing things that brought the eyes and ears of Society to him and away from his older brother.

"Those days were a lifetime ago," Daniel said, more to himself than to Chilton.

"Merely two and a half years. You used to be an adventurous friend and a sought-after rake by all the young ladies, Danny. Now you are as dull as a lamppost."

Daniel laughed and remained relaxed in his comfortable chair by the low-burning fire. The warmth of the familiar room and the banter with his close friend made him aware of how much he'd missed being in London and enjoying the company of his friends and family.

"That's what I call an endearing remark from a friend of more than a dozen years. No chance of a man feeling melancholy when you're around."

"Everyone in the ton was upset that you chose to skip all the parties last Season and make a pilgrimage to your lands and holdings throughout the country."

"Damnation," Daniel muttered with no real frustration in his voice. "I was in mourning for my father and my older brother as well as trying to comfort my distraught sister. I needed to get away from London and see to my estates. I hadn't exactly been groomed to take over managing the properties."

Chilton stretched his long legs out before him and crossed one booted foot over the other. "Not an excuse, Danny. Eight months had passed. As the new earl, Society thought you should have at least attended the parties and looked over their eligible young ladies."

Daniel gave his older, dark-eyed friend a knowing smile. "The way you do every year? You look whether or not you intend to take."

"It keeps the pushy mamas and eager fathers at bay."

"You would be a handsome catch for any lady," Daniel told him.

"If I were interested."

"And why aren't you?"

"I'm content."

Daniel couldn't help noticing that Chilton hesitated before he answered, and it wasn't contentment that Daniel heard in his voice. It was more like resignation. Daniel wondered what had happened in Chilton's life in the year he'd been gone.

"Has it escaped the ton's notice that you look over the young ladies every Season, but at thirty-three you have yet to make a match?"

Reflections of the fire flashed in Chilton Cummerford's eyes as he warmed to the debate. "Ah-but don't let your memory fail you so quickly. The ton doesn't care as much about the second son of a title as it does a title."

"Oh, the title again."

"You can't escape it. Society considers it downright vulgar when an eligible earl leaves Town and doesn't attend even one party of the Season."

Daniel's smile turned to a grin. "It sounds as if someone is trying to intimidate me. Did anyone send you to speak to me about my neglected duties?"

Chilton shook his head, but the movement was so slight Daniel might have missed it in the dim firelight had he not been watching his friend so closely.

"Right now you are the most eligible gentleman on the market in London, and the ton wants you to attend the parties and act like you know it."

"What a wretched thought," Daniel muttered, and then took a deep breath.

"I understand that you don't want to be leg-shackled, but it's expected of you."

"I'm beginning to believe you are the one responsible for telling the gossips that I was returning to London to find a wife."

Chilton's lips curved in a roguish smile. "Why would I want to tell on my best friend?"

"Jealousy, of course."

"Right." Chilton huffed under his breath and stirred in his chair. "I'm filled with envy because you are now an earl with all the responsibilities the title carries, and I am still merely a second son with a generous income and absolutely no responsibilities whatsoever."

Daniel shrugged and wondered why he couldn't decide if Chilton was mocking him or himself. There was something about his friend that was different, but Daniel couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Yet.

He chose to ignore Chilton's comment and said, "No doubt Gretchen or Aunt Mattie let it slip to someone that I intended to come back to town for the purpose of making a match. It appears that my returning to claim a bride has made the ton happy."

"Deliriously so."

"If not myself."

"You don't matter. It's the title that is important. There's already a wager in the book at White's that you'll have your first offer from some young lady's father tomorrow morning before you've finished dressing."

Daniel inhaled the deep, satisfying aroma of the brandy before he sipped his drink. He then looked at Chilton and asked, "How much did you wager?"

"Danny, do you think I would bet on my oldest and dearest friend?"

"In an instant."

"Five pounds."

"Ouch. Why so little?"

"I expect to lose."

Daniel laughed again. He'd missed Chilton and the carefree days of their youth. In the past they had enjoyed spending their nights gaming at the private tables and drinking until dawn broke the sky. Most of their days had been spent gambling or racing horses. But Daniel knew those times of ignoring all the rules were behind him. His destiny was now to be a respectable, married member of the ton, not a rakish bachelor in search of debauchery.

"Back in Town, and in less than twenty-four hours, I'm in White's book? I'm flattered."

"Now, that sounds like the old Daniel."

"Damn, Chilton," Daniel said, letting his guard drop for a moment as he stared into the fire. "Life was so much easier before I came into the title. Back when I was merely the Honorable Daniel Colebrooke, with no thought of ever stepping into my father's shoes."

Chilton drained his glass before saying, "You're up to the task."

There were times over the past two years when he didn't think he was. Daniel had no idea of the magnitude of his father's wealth until the earl's death. Being the second son born, Daniel had no thoughts of ever becoming the Earl of Colebrooke. That honor should have fallen to his brother. Not Daniel. He had been content to live in London playing the carefree role of the gentleman rogue.

Daniel picked up the brandy decanter from the table beside him and passed it to Chilton. "I don't relish the idea of having a wife," Daniel said.

"What man does? It's just an easier life when you have no one depending on you."

"Well said."

"But you must choose a girl suitable to be your countess if you don't want the title to pass to your cousin and his son. You have no choice," his friend reminded.

Daniel's gaze met Chilton's. "I won't let that happen. Bradford would gamble the fortune away before a year had passed. No, I'm committed to marry before I'm thirty."

"By autumn, then?"

"By summer."

Chilton splashed a generous amount of the fine brandy into his glass and handed the decanter back to Daniel. "You have a late start."

"Now that I've set my mind to getting the job done, it shouldn't take too long to find an acceptable lady to be my wife."

"I can tell you've never seriously considered marriage if an acceptable lady is all you're looking for."

"No, I haven't. Have you?"

Daniel didn't know what made him ask the question, but he wasn't prepared for the troubled expression that flashed briefly across Chilton's face.

Chilton didn't immediately answer but sipped his drink instead. The fire crackled and hissed as the silence stretched. "No, not seriously," he finally answered and immediately added, "Look on the bright side, there is always a chance you'll walk into a party and see the lady of your dreams and fall madly in love."

Daniel nodded. "And there is always a chance it will snow in July, but it doesn't. I need a wife to give me sons. Not love. Besides, if you haven't found anyone you want to marry this Season, I don't hold out much hope for finding the perfect lady for me."

"I'll take that as a compliment to my high standards." Chilton smiled a bit wickedly at Daniel and lifted his glass to him, the earlier sign of concern gone. "But as you know, my mistress serves me well. I have no need to look for a wife. You, on the other hand, need an heir."

Daniel groaned. "Perish the thought."

Chilton swirled his brandy in his glass and for a moment seemed mesmerized by the dark amber liquid. "I should get to the reason I'm here."

"I thought we had."

"Truly? You thought I came out on a dreadfully cold afternoon such as this just to talk about you?"

"Well, you did give me the scandal sheet to read as soon as I poured the brandy."

"Yes, but the reason I'm here is about the other bit of news written in the column."

"Really?" Daniel could see in Chilton's dark eyes that he was serious and tried to remember what he'd read. What was it-something about a lady and mischief?

"It's about Gretchen."

Daniel perked up. "My sister? I didn't see anything in the column about Gretchen." He bent to pick up the sheet of paper he'd dropped to the floor earlier.

"Don't bother looking at it again. Her name isn't there."

Leaving the paper where it lay, Daniel said, "Then what the devil are you talking about? I instructed Aunt Mattie to see to it Gretchen was invited to all the right parties and to secure her vouchers for Almack's."

"I'm sure your aunt has done a splendid job. I don't think the parties are the problem. It's whom she dances with at the parties and with whom she has tea."

"Who?"

"I'm not sure you'll be happy with one of the bachelors who might be pursuing her."

Daniel shifted forward to the edge of his chair. The fire and the brandy heated his face. "Tell me."

"Boswell Throckmorten."

"Damnation! That drunken wastrel. Are you sure?"

"Quite."

Daniel shook his head in disbelief. "Before they left for London, I instructed Aunt Mattie to make sure Gretchen was presented to acceptable fellows like Thomas Wright and Harry Pepperfield."

"I'm sure she was. I've seen her dance with both Tom and Harry."

"Then what the bloody hell is she doing dancing with a gambling scoundrel like Throckmorten?"

"Neither man is as handsome as Throckmorten. I'm sure she's flattered by his attention."

"What was Aunt Mattie thinking to allow Gretchen to know him?"

"She probably had no choice. You have to admit that Throckmorten is a charmer when it comes to ladies. I'm sure Gretchen prefers him to Pepperfield or Wright."

"But what would a man like Throckmorten see in a young lady like Gretchen?"

"Spoken like a true brother."

Daniel pulled on his tight collar and neckcloth. Suddenly the chill had gone out of the air. "Don't get grumpy, Chilton. You know I only meant that she's always been so shy, and she can't see a damn thing without her spectacles. She hates to wear them, but she trips over things and bumps into furniture when she doesn't."

"How long has it been since you've spent any time with your sister?"

Daniel thought back. "I saw her in the Cotswolds not more than a month ago, but only for a day or two. Why?"

"You look at her through a brother's eyes. I think you might be surprised at how she's changed."

"In what way?"

"She's no longer shy for one thing. She does wear her spectacles." Chilton paused and looked thoughtful a moment before adding, "But even when she has them on, it's clear she's blossomed into quite a lovely young lady."

Daniel had missed that. He had to admit that with his travels, he hadn't taken the time to really look at Gretchen, and certainly not the way another man would look at her.

"Do you really think Throckmorten is pursuing her?"

"Or her dowry," Chilton said without hesitation.

Daniel eased back into his chair. It had never crossed his mind that someone like Throckmorten would take an interest in Gretchen. The man usually went for the prettiest of the young ladies, but then Throckmorten would assume Gretchen's dowry would be substantial. And to a big gambler like him that would be important if he were seriously considering marriage.

"I think you may be right, Chilton."

"It's only a possibility, Danny. As I said, Gretchen is quite fetching."

Fetching? Gretchen? Daniel would take a closer look at his sister when she returned home.

To Chilton he said, "I want to see her married to a decent man-not some fancy-dressed dandy who lives off his winnings and can't stay out of his cups or the gaming hells."

"Yes, I saw Throckmorten at White's placing his bets only a short time before I came over here, and he was already quite foxed."

It appeared Daniel had come to town not a moment too soon. "No doubt Throckmorten wants the steady income a generous dowry would afford him."

"Could be, but he is only part of the problem."

There was more? "What do you mean? Just spit it out, Chilton. I don't have the patience to pull each word from you."

"Gretchen has also become part of a group of ladies who are being talked about in an..."

"What?"

"Unflattering way," he finished. "Some of the young bachelors are calling them the Wallflower Society. The group mentioned in the newspaper."

Daniel rose from his chair and stood before the fire. "Gretchen? In a group called Wallflowers and said to be up to mischief? Good Lord. First, Throckmorten, and now this. What is she thinking? And what is this group about?"

"The name only pokes fun at the ladies, of course. I think they call themselves a Reading Society or something like that. I really don't know any details. I just wanted to make you aware of everything that's going on since you've only just returned. I didn't want you to be caught off guard by any o...

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  • Publication date2012
  • ISBN 10 1402239807
  • ISBN 13 9781402239809
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