“It has one of the largest libraries in the country.” He raised an eyebrow and gazed at her expectantly.
“A huge library and you? What else does a lady need?”
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The Marriage Maker
Book Sixteen
Daughters of Scandal
Tarah Scott
Mia Allerton is in need of a husband—for her sister. After her father’s imprisonment for theft of a duchess’s jewels, Mia and her aunt set out to marry off Mia’s younger sister before their disgrace ruins Angeline’s chances of making a good match—and they run out of money. They plan to sell the estate, send Katherine’s two younger brothers to university, then live quietly in the country.
When a rich gentleman purchases the neighboring property, Mia’s aunt tosses their plans to the wind and decides he is the answer to their troubles. All Mia must do is seduce him.
Magnus Forbes intends to live a quiet life far from the scandals that embroil his father and brother. Sir Stirling James mediates a deal to purchase land north of Inverness where Magnus can live as a well-to-do rancher and not as Lord Magnus, second son to the infamous Duke of Ballanton and his reprobate heir.
Too late, Magnus learns that his beautiful golden-haired neighbor is daughter to Viscount Culross, a rake of the first order who puts his family’s scandals to shame and is currently in prison for theft.
To avoid scandal himself, all Magnus must do is resist Lady Mia’s scandalous seduction.
Chapter One
Mia Allerton had never considered herself a gambling woman. But then, until fourteen months ago, she hadn’t realized that every day of her twenty-three years had been a huge gamble. Their current gamble proved they’d learned nothing from their mistakes, though she hoped they’d been wrong.
Mia stood alongside her aunt in a semi-private corner of the ballroom and watched her sister dance. To Mia’s relief, the orchestra played a minuet. For all Angeline’s grace, she wasn’t a good dancer. The minuet, however, with its simple steps and a liberal dose of curtsies—no one curtsied more prettily than Angeline—was manageable.
Angeline’s dance partner, Mr. Joseph Hastings, the second son of a well-to-do baron, was a fine young gentleman, and Angeline smiled up at him with more enthusiasm than she had shown any other gentleman that evening. He was the third gentleman that night to look at Angeline with adoration, so that Mia dared hope their plan to secure a husband for her sister might actually work.
Guilt niggled. They didn’t plan on lying. Not really.
From the corner of her eye, Mia caught sight of a young couple as they passed through the open balcony doors to her right and disappeared into the night. She longed for a stroll in the garden. The small ballroom had grown terribly stuffy. Perhaps when Angeline started her next dance, she would escape for a breath of cool evening air.
Aunt Agnes accepted champagne from a passing waiter. When he left earshot, she leaned close and whispered, “I do believe Mr. Hastings is more smitten with Angeline than even Mr. Lorne. He simply cannot take his eyes off her. He will do nicely, don’t you agree?”
“He does seem perfect,” Mia replied.
Aunt Agnes looked at her. “Cease worrying, Mia. Any gentleman would be lucky to have Angeline as a wife. We’re merely ensuring that Society doesn’t interfere with true love.”
Mia glanced at her aunt. “True love? Isn’t that a bit much?”
Her aunt lifted her chin. “Not at all. Angeline’s husband will adore her. In fact, he will thank us for not telling him the truth until they are married. Are you certain Joshua will not help us? He could easily put the thought in Mr. Hasting’s head that Angeline has three other suitors, any of whom will surely whisk her away any hour now.”
“We have discussed this, Aunt. If you make the mistake of telling Joshua that we are trying to marry Angeline off in this manner, he is likely to lock us in our rooms—and he’s large enough to do just that.” This last year, her younger brother had grown several inches, and his shoulders had broadened.
“You’re right, of course,” Aunt Agnes said. “I am simply anxious to see Angeline safely wed before… well, you know. If tonight is any indication, one of the young men she has met will be so overcome with passion that he will talk Angeline into eloping immediately.”
Mia should tell her aunt how wrong she was to hope for such a thing, but Mia had been praying for the very same scenario. Thus far, their father’s crime had appeared as a small footnote in the papers. But if the wrong person learned that Viscount Ardsley presently served a five-year prison sentence for theft, and began discussing the crime in local circles, no respectable man would come near Angeline. Just as bad, if they lost Kaerndal Castle to creditors, it would be impossible to hide from the world their fallen status. Mia shuddered to think of Angeline relegated to life as the wife of a country squire. Even that might be out of her reach if her father’s imprisonment became well known.
“William Graham Allerton should be ashamed of himself,” Aunt Agnes muttered.
Mia had heard the same lament from her aunt since their father’s arrest.
“It is bad enough he spent the last twenty years chasing after every skirt in Scotland, but to steal from a duke’s wife when we had no need of money.”
“Not really twenty years, Aunt. You said Father was loyal to my mother’s memory for nearly five years. That means he’s been a cad for only fifteen years.”
Agnes shot her a narrow-eyed look of mild irritation. “It is his fault you never married.”
Mia blinked in surprise. “I think blaming him for my spinsterhood is going a bit too far, don’t you?”
“Not at all. Most respectable gentlemen don’t want a rake like him for a father-in-law.”
“Do you not think it’s more likely no one loved me well enough to overlook his reputation?”
Aunt Agnes sniffed. “Fools, every last one of them.”
Mia gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I love you.” Mia returned her attention to her sister.
Angeline lifted her skirt and stepped in time with the music—almost—and smiled up at the baron.
“She really is beautiful,” Agnes said.
To say Angeline was beautiful was like saying the sun was hot. Where Mia had inherited her father’s fair hair and pale blue eyes, Angeline had their mother’s raven hair and emerald green eyes, along with her willowy figure. Mia had inherited the fuller figure of Aunt Agnes, along with four more inches to her height than Angeline. Thankfully, it wasn’t Mia who needed to marry.
“I see Mrs. Penton,” Aunt Agnus said. “I had better say hello and catch up on the latest gossip.”
Mia knew she meant make sure no one is gossiping about us.
Mia glanced in the direction Aunt Agnus stared, at a rotund woman who sat near a table filled with sweetmeats. Mrs. Penton nibbled on a pastry while listening intently to something Lady Jessica said. Mia tensed. Were they talking about her father?
“I will return,” her aunt said, and started toward the women.
Mia nodded. The minuet would soon end and Angeline’s next partner would come for her. Thankfully, their Aunt Donella, who had married a wealthy shipping baron, had agreed to introduce Angeline into Society. Their mother’s sister had, at first, refused for fear news of her brother’s disgrace would reach her circle. But familial obligation won out and she planned three parties for Angeline to attend.
The music stopped and Mr. Hastings escorted Angeline to Mia.
He bowed. “Thank you for the dance, my lady.”
“You are very gallant,” Angeline said.
Mr. Hastings hesitated, clearly unwilling to relinquish his time with Angeline. Aunt Agnes was right. The young man truly was smitten. “Perhaps a little later, I might fetch you a refreshment, my lady?” His question was so full of hope, Mia half expected him to drop to one knee and beg her hand in marriage tha
t very moment
Angeline smiled. “That would be lovely, sir.”
His expression brightened. He bowed again, then departed.
“He is quite a gentleman,” Mia said in a nonchalant voice.
Angeline gave her a knowing look. “He isn’t half as handsome as George, and not as intelligent.
“Angeline, you promised—”
“To allow Aunt Donella to bring me out this season and to dance with many gentlemen,” she interrupted. “I did not promise to stop loving George.”
“You promised to give other gentlemen a chance.”
Angeline laughed. “Not so. You begged me to give other gentlemen a chance. If one happens to catch my fancy, then you have accomplished your goal.”
Mia grasped her sister’s hands. “Angeline, I simply—“
“Want what’s best for me,” Angeline finished for her. “I know.”
“George is so young,” Mia said. “His only prospect is the navy. With Papa gone, you will not have the dowry and yearly income we anticipated.”
“Oh dear,” Angeline said. “There’s Joshua.”
Mia looked in the direction Angeline stared. Their brother Joshua, four years younger than Mia and a year younger than Angeline, stumbled and bumped into a couple to his left.
“Is he drunk?” Angeline asked.
For an instant, Mia feared that might be the case. Since their father’s incarceration, he hadn’t been the easy-going boy he once was, and she had caught glimpses of resentment that bubbled just beneath the surface. Mia breathed a sigh of relief when he straightened and bowed to the couple, clearly making his apologies, then turned and walked toward the open balcony door. Two gentlemen emerged from a hallway behind Joshua. One looked in his direction and elbowed his companion. They started toward her brother.
“That can’t be good,” Angeline said.
Mia agreed. “You have another dance coming up. I will see what is happening with Joshua.”
“Perhaps I should go with you,” Angeline said.
Mia spotted Aunt Donella headed their way. “Aunt Donella is coming to fetch you for your next dance.” Before Angeline could protest, Mia hurried toward their brother.
The men reached Joshua. Each grasped one of his arms and hastened toward the balcony. They passed through the open balcony doors before Mia could reach them. She hurried onto the balcony and caught sight of them descending the steps into the garden.
She quickened pace and called, “Joshua.”
Her brother glanced over his shoulder. “For God’s sake, Mia, return to the ballroom.”
She ignored him and followed.
“Allerton,” one of the men said under his breath as she neared the steps.
“Mia,” Joshua said, “return to the ballroom this instant.”
She hurried down the steps and stopped beside her brother. “Uncle Kalin is looking for you.” It was a lie, but she couldn’t think of another way to get him to return to the ballroom.
“I will see him later,” Joshua said, and she realized he didn’t intend to introduce her to the two gentlemen. Such rude behavior wasn’t like him.
“I must insist.” Mia grasped the crook of his arm. Thankfully, his manners returned and Joshua winged the arm as she pulled him free of the men’s grasp.
Mia caught the thin-lipped look that passed between the two men. She didn’t care that her presence annoyed them.
“Come along,” she said and, curiosity piqued, she turned halfway back, and said, “If you will excuse us, gentlemen.”
“We have pressing business with your brother,” the dark-haired gentleman replied.
Business with Joshua? What business could they possibly have with a lad of eighteen who had only concluded his first year of university?
“I’m afraid your business will have to wait,” she said.
Mia expected Joshua to balk, but he allowed her to pull him away. They climbed the steps, then crossed the balcony.
Inside the ballroom, she said, “What in the world did those gentlemen want with you?”
He gave her a deprecating look. “Men’s business. No need to fret.” He pulled free of her and strode away.
Mia watched him weave through the crowd. After their father’s arrest, Joshua struggled to take his place as head of the household, but he had no idea how to go about taking care of them. Neither did she, if she were honest. Worse, neither did Aunt Agnes.
When their father’s man of affairs told them they had enough money to last no more than a year, they realized that Angeline must marry right away, before their situation became public. Once Angeline secured a good husband, they could sell the estate, Joshua could finish his studies, and with his law degree, could help send their youngest brother to university. Mia and Agnes would purchase a small cottage in the country, far away from the dangers of Society.
While their father’s crime hadn’t warranted front page news, they weren’t unscathed. Only Sir Stirling James’s intervention prevented Joshua from being expelled from university. Sir Stirling, too, had offered to host a party to introduce Angeline into Society—a house party, no less.
If all went well, in the next month, some young gentleman would fall so madly in love with Angeline that he would beg to marry her. Sir Stirling said he knew a gentleman who would make a very good husband.
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