Always My Viscount (Ever Beloved Book 2)

by Dawn Brower

  I was so happy to learn of your marriage. You should note that father is most displeased... At the first opportunity, I’ll pay a call on you. Do you know when you’ll return to London? Until I hear from you...

  Warmest regards, your sister,

  Annalise

  Donovan set the letter down stunned. So that was how he ended up on Estella’s ship. He would have to thank Annalise when he saw her next. He owed her a debt of gratitude. “This explains a lot. What of your cousin? Why did the marquess not come to your aid?” Ryan had inherited Estella’s father’s title, the Marquess of Cinderbury. “I still don’t understand why the duke, and not Cinderbury, was your guardian.”

  “That was mother’s doing, I’m afraid.” Estella frowned. “She loved the duke and didn’t see him as an evil man. In her blindness, she believed he would have my best interests at heart. It also helped that she’d married him and he legally made a valid guardian. Once the paperwork was done, there was nothing Ryan could do.” She handed him Ryan’s letter. “He tried to find me and couldn’t. The duke hid my location well. One of the Bow Street Runners my cousin hired found notice of my marriage. After that, it was easy enough to locate me. He’s on his way here.”

  Donovan scanned the letter. “I’m not sure I believe all of this, but we shall see when he arrives. If he’s in earnest I don’t see why he can’t be a part of our lives. He is your family after all.”

  “I thought so too,” she grinned. “Do you think Hannah and the earl would mind if I invited my sister as well? I’d like to thank her in person.”

  He’d like to thank her too. “Manchester castle is fairly large. I don’t see them having issue with more guests. But ask first before you send out your reply. Tell Annalise I look forward to seeing her again. I owe her more than I could ever possibly repay.” He could think of several ways that things could have been done better, but he couldn’t complain. Well, he could, but he wouldn’t. The end result was all that mattered to him. He’d found Estella again, and honestly, how could he argue with that?

  “We both do,” Estella replied.

  Donovan sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

  “Several times,” she said, then laughed. “I’ll never tire of hearing it.”

  He leaned into her warmth and pressed his lips to hers. A spark ignited instantly, and if they were anywhere other than the sitting room, he’d have been tempted to make love to her right then. But alas, it wasn’t to be. Later, in the privacy of their bedchamber, however—he’d love her over and over again until she screamed from the pleasure of it. A few short weeks ago he’d been more miserable than he could’ve ever imagined, and now his heart nearly burst from happiness. He loved Estella more than words, more than anything, and he promised he always would...

  EXCERPT

  A Lady Hoyden’s Secret

  Bluestockings Defying Rogues 2

  Dawn Brower

  Coming in June 2018

  PROLOGUE

  A careless whisper can lead to a scandal of impressive magnitudes. It’s my pleasure to help those whispers along...

  —Whispers from Lady X

  The Season, 1811

  Lady Helena Carter tapped her foot impatiently. It was her third season and sadly, she still had no suitors. As far as wallflowers went, she topped the list of undesirables. Most debutantes or ladies on the verge of spinsterhood would start becoming alarmed at the lack of prospects. In that regard, Helena was far from normal. She had decided to utilize the gift she’d been given and prepare for her future. A husbandless one, but she had accepted that two seasons ago.

  She didn’t need a man. All right, maybe she did—for now. Her father, the Duke of Montford, supported her, and she required that support as she made the steps necessary to take care of herself. Success didn’t happen overnight, after all. She fully planned on taking the world by storm—in secret.

  “Do I want to know what you have spinning inside your head?”

  Helena glanced up at her brother, the Earl of Darcy, and smiled. “I don’t know, Lucas. It might scare you to know my innermost secrets.”

  Her brother was dear to her and always would be, but he was one of those dreaded men who believed a lady couldn’t take care of herself. Perhaps she was a tad modern in her convictions; however, that didn’t make any of them less true. If a woman set her mind to something, she could accomplish a great deal. A lot of women already did and didn’t even realize it. The process of organizing a gala the size of the Loxton ball was a feat in itself. Most men didn’t take that into consideration. They thought a woman’s need for balls frivolous and tedious at best. A lot had to come together to launch a successful social gathering.

  “I’m already terrified,” Lucas replied. “You’ve been a termagant since the moment you were born.”

  “You wound me.” The corner of her mouth twitched as she held back a smile. “Shouldn’t you be in the card room?”

  Lucas was five years her senior. He showed no signs of looking for a wife and settling down. Actually, the fact that he was there at all was odd. He usually ran wild around town with his closest friend, the Marquess of Dashville. When either one of them decided to attend a soiree of any sort, they were always together and could often be found at the most risqué of entertainments.

  “Shouldn’t you be dancing?” He lifted a brow. “I could be wrong, but isn’t that the point of a ball?” He lifted her dance card and frowned. “Why aren’t there any names on here? You’re the daughter of a duke and have a large dowry. The young bucks should be falling over themselves for a chance to marry you.”

  She held back the urge to roll her eyes. That was a solid assumption—even if it yielded false results. Helena wasn’t hideous. At least, she didn’t think so. Her hair was golden blonde and her eyes the odd color of violet-blue, but she was no great beauty. Even so, her inheritance should have made the men of the ton stop to take notice even if her lineage didn’t. From the moment she had her come-out ball though, nothing had gone as it should.

  “I’m destined to be a spinster,” Helena replied with a shrug. “None of them notice me.”

  She really didn’t care either. Let them continue to overlook her and whisper their secrets. They’d realize their mistake soon enough. She was more than happy to utilize the opportunity to her advantage. The ton might overlook Helena and dismiss her as nothing, but she was all right with that. Invitations arrived daily, giving her entrance into every social event of the season. All the balls and soirees would allow her to plan a life away from it all someday. It was all set and the first step taken for her new venture to begin.

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “My sister will not be rebuffed. I’ll make sure they pay attention to you.”

  Oh, dear—she had to talk him out of this and fast. “You’re sweet, but I rather you didn’t. I don’t want to make a scene.” If he did though, she could use it to her advantage... “I’ve accepted my fate. I don’t want any man for my husband. It will take someone extra special to capture my heart, and if they can’t see me for who I am, then I don’t want them.” It was a bitter notion to swallow; nonetheless, she’d accepted it. A husband and family of her own were not in her future. That didn’t mean she couldn’t find happiness. Maybe someday she’d take a lover or adopt a child. Once she was settled and had the means of taking care of herself, she’d have a lot of options. Not finding a man to wed wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. It might even prove to be a good thing... A woman should be able to take care of herself, and she had always thought it rather silly that females were expected to depend on the males in their lives. Some men were idiots, and a great deal tended to be rather foolish.

  “You want to fall in love?” His voice held and edge of disbelief in it. “How unnatural of you—our family doesn’t take matters of the heart into consideration when choosing a spouse.”

  He wasn’t wrong. “Father is most displeased and threatened to pick
a husband for me.”

  The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. “You really need to tell me these things in advance, so I can be around to watch.”

  Helena sighed. “It’s not as if I plan to give father fits. He does it all on his own. Seriously, why must he lose his temper over the silly idea that I have to wed the first man who pays me any attention?”

  Lucas gave in and laughed. “Darling, most ladies want to marry. I don’t think you actually do. At least pretend to be looking.”

  She didn’t know if she could. Sure, in the beginning, she had actually sought a husband. The flock of lords who had come looking for a wife her first season had been—lacking. None of them sparked any interest. They didn’t make her heart beat faster and leave her with the desire to see them again. She didn’t need them for support. If she held out long enough, she’d have more than enough money to live in comfort. Unfortunately, she had another decade to wait for her inheritance. Without a husband, it would sit in a trust until her thirtieth year.

  “Why?” She crinkled her nose. “They’re boring.”

  “There has to be someone here you find appealing.”

  “Actually, there isn’t...”

  A murmur spread through the room, and Helena glanced up to see what caught the other guests’ attention. Anything noteworthy would have to be filed away for future use. The gossip of the ton would be her bread and butter when her father cut her off. It was going to happen sooner or later. He’d all but threatened it earlier when they’d argued. If she didn’t actively look for a husband, he’d take away her pin money, and she could forget about any new gowns or fripperies.

  Ah... That’s what they were all talking about. Lord Oliver Hunt, the Marquess of Dashville himself had arrived. He was every bit as handsome as the squeals of delight implied. He’d be a catch for any lady, and not for the title and fortune he held. Dashville’s physique had even caught her notice. Tall, broad shoulders, dark brown hair, and ice blue eyes—a prince charming straight out of every young girl’s fairy tale. Until he opened his mouth and spoke, anyway.

  He headed straight for them. She steeled herself for his arrival. He’d come to see Lucas, but she would still have to prepare herself. She had lied earlier. There was one man who left her a jittery mess of nerves. Dashville affected her as no man ever had, and he ignored her even more than the rest. No, ignore wasn’t quite the right description. He saw her, and he even acknowledged her, but he didn’t see her. It would’ve been rude of him to ignore his friend’s little sister.

  “Darcy,” he nodded at Lucas. “Lady Helena.” Dashville bowed.

  “You were supposed to be here a while ago,” Lucas accused him. “I’d have waited otherwise. Where have you been?”

  “I was unfortunately delayed.”

  Once again Helena became invisible as they conversed. After he said his greeting, Dashville pretended she no longer existed. It irritated her on every possible level. The woman in her screamed at the unfairness of it all—the one man who made her sit up and take notice continued to be indifferent to her.

  “You can make it up to me by dancing with Helena,” Lucas said. “It’s not right that she’s a wallflower.”

  Dashville stiffened noticeably. “I...”

  “Don’t say you don’t know how. We’re all taught proper.”

  Helena really should stop this before it grew legs and ran away from her. She’d never live it down if Dashville was forced to dance with her. She didn’t need a charity dance. Damned if she needed to dance at all.

  “Of course I know how to dance,” Dashville said, affronted. “It’s not that.”

  Lucas narrowed his gaze. “Please don’t tell me you’re afraid of Helena. She’s not going to bite you.”

  “Maybe I will,” she muttered under her breath. Dashville stared at her as if she was a foreign specimen.

  “What?” Lucas asked.

  “I appreciate the effort,” Helena told him. “But you don’t need to coerce your friend to dance with me. I’m sure you have other plans.”

  “See, she doesn’t want to dance with me.” Dashville jumped on her statement as a way out. She should be offended, but she understood.

  “I don’t care,” Lucas said. “She needs to dance at least once. It’ll make father happy, and it’ll make our lives easier. I’d do it, but I don’t count. Can’t very well marry my own sister.”

  Dashville’s eyes widened. “Now listen here, I’m not marrying your sister. That’s taking things a bit far. I would like to choose my own wife, and I’m not nearly ready to do that.”

  Both men were talking over her as if she was no longer there. Was this to be her fate for the rest of her days? Men always talking over and around her as if she didn’t exist? No, that wasn’t right either. They wouldn’t be arguing about her otherwise. The idiots thought they knew better than her. That was the real problem.

  “Don’t worry, my lord,” Helena interrupted them and glared at Dashville. “You’re the last man I’d ever deign to marry. You’re safe from my scheming ways.”

  “It’s not...” Dashville started to explain. “That is, I’m sure you’re lovely,” he stammered. “Oh hell, Lady Helena, would you do me the honor of dancing with me.”

  He’d pushed himself into a corner and thought that was the only way out for him. Too bad. She wouldn’t let him have that easy of an escape. The marquess would realize one day that he missed out, and too bad for him. She was a catch, darn it.

  “Don’t bother,” she replied. “It’s not worth it. Go play cards with my brother. It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

  “I can bloody well dance once before I do.”

  Great, now he wasn’t going to let it go. She’d yell at Lucas later for his interference. “I don’t mind. Truly.”

  The strands of music died as the current dance ended. Dashville didn’t give her a chance to say no again. He reached out and grasped her hand in his and led her to the floor. She glanced over her shoulder to find Lucas grinning smugly at them.

  The music started again as the first notes of a waltz played. Oh hell... It had to be this dance too. It was so—daring. She’d be a blubbering idiot by the end of it. He held her hand in his and then placed his other at her waist. Tingles she’d never experienced before flooded her. Helena glanced up and met his gaze. His ice-blue eyes were as cold as the color they depicted. There was no emotion in them, and especially, no indication he even realized who she was. It was demoralizing.

  He swung her around the floor with an expertise she didn’t know existed. It was amazing and cold in its execution. If he tried even the littlest bit, she’d be putty in his hands. She wanted him as she’d never wanted a man.

  “My, you’re a regular gossip,” Helena teased. “Please, don’t talk anymore. I can’t handle it.”

  “Talking is overrated,” he replied. “Why bother when there’s nothing to say?”

  That hadn’t gone well. “I suppose that’s true, but generally it is expected that dancers converse. Otherwise, it’ll create talk that is best avoided.”

  “I could care less what the ton thinks of me.”

  “Said like a person who doesn’t fully understand the disaster of a lost reputation. I wonder if you’d say the same thing if you were truly the subject of the worst kind of scandal.”

  He frowned. “As I don’t intend to be, I don’t see your point.”

  “No one ever intends to find themselves the talk of the ton. That’s the whole point of a scandal. People find trouble when they least expect it. No one willingly courts disgrace.”

  “Be that as it may,” he replied rather smugly. “I’ll never be one of those poor saps. I have a better handle on discretion.”

  With those words, he sealed his fate. One day she’d make him eat those words. She was patient enough to make it happen. He didn’t realize the trouble he’d courted—no one ever truly did. She lifted her lips into a sultry smile. “My lord, I hope you do. I’d hate to read about you in th
e scandal sheets. Especially if you continue to be a friend of my brother’s.”

  “What is that supposed to imply?”

  “Nothing,” she reassured him. “Wishing you all the best and all that goes with it. I would so hate for Lucas’ dearest friend to experience any kind of upheaval—that’s all.”

  Damn him and his handsome face. If only he didn’t have a horrible attitude to go along with it. Thankfully, the dance ended, and he led her back to her brother.

  “Let’s find that card game now,” Lucas said. “But not here. The club will be more fun.”

  Dashville nodded. “I agree.”

  They both left without a by-your-leave. “Do dash away, gentleman. It’s not as if I need a chaperone or anything.” Helena sighed. Tomorrow would be a brighter day, and she had a new subject for her project. Dashville was in for a rude awakening.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Dawn Brower holds a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, a Master of Arts in Education, and a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors.

  Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. While she loves all genres she focuses most of her writing on historical and contemporary romance.

  There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.

  For more information visit her website at: http://www.authordawnbrower.com/

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