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Compromising the Marquess
     

Compromising the Marquess

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by Wendy Soliman
 

England, 1814

Leah Elliot sells secrets to survive. Donning boy's clothes, she uncovers society scandals for a London gossip rag to support herself and her sister, who were left destitute after their father's death. When she meets the dashing—and perhaps dangerous—Hal Forster, the Marquess of Denby, she learns he may be involved in treason.

Overview

England, 1814

Leah Elliot sells secrets to survive. Donning boy's clothes, she uncovers society scandals for a London gossip rag to support herself and her sister, who were left destitute after their father's death. When she meets the dashing—and perhaps dangerous—Hal Forster, the Marquess of Denby, she learns he may be involved in treason. The rumor is too valuable not to sell, despite her attraction to him…

Hal does have a secret, but he's no traitor: he's a spy embroiled in a mystery, seeking the man who killed his contact in France. He sees the alluring woman behind Leah's disguise at once but is intrigued enough to play along…until he realizes that she's the source of the rumors interfering with his investigation and forcing him into an unwanted betrothal.

Now, Hal and Leah must work together to draw out the culprit and undo the damage caused by Leah's gossip. Or will their passion only cause more scandal?

83,000 words

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Soliman’s latest (the first in her “Forsters” series) is a solid if not groundbreaking Regency historical. Sisters Leah and Bethany Elliot have been forced into near-poverty following the death of their parents. After illness further decimates their finances, Leah jumps at the chance to leave London for less expensive country living in their uncle’s gatehouse. Yet Leah still hopes to make enough money selling society gossip to a newspaper to be able to finance some kind of future for Bethany. She thinks she’s hit the mother lode with Hal Forster, Marquess of Denby. Leah suspects that Hal is somehow involved in the mysterious goings-on at the local tavern. If she can find out what he’s up to, it just may be her sought-after payday. What she doesn’t count on is the instant attraction she feels for the mysterious marquess.

Verdict Soliman occasionally zigged when this reviewer thought she would zag, but this is, for the most part, a standard wallpaper historical. Readers of Victoria Alexander’s and Suzanne Enoch’s titles will enjoy it.—Jane Jorgenson, Madison P.L., WI(c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426894824
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
12/10/2012
Series:
Forsters
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
700,183
File size:
773 KB

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"You've been away from the district for too long to appreciate the gravity of the situation, Lord Gabriel." Mrs. Wilkinson, the vicar's wife, screwed her features into an expression of extreme displeasure. "The ladies of the town daren't walk the main street in broad daylight. They fear for their lives." She paused to dramatically clutch her ample bosom. "Or worse."

Gabriel blinked, understandably confused. "Worse?"

"Yes, much worse." Mrs. Wilkinson settled her bulk more comfortably and glowered at him. "There, what do you have to say to that?"

"I can assure you, madam, that your fears are quite without foundation." Gabriel spoke in a smoothly reassuring tone. "The marquess is well aware of the situation and fully intends to—"

Hal, the marquess under discussion, was observing this encounter in his formal library from a hiding spot in an adjoining secret passage. He didn't discover what he fully intended to do since the formidable spokeswoman for this unwelcome group of visitors cut his brother Gabriel off with an impatient swipe of her hand.

"That's all very well. We've had such assurances often enough from Lord Robert, and now from you—"

"But the marquess never does anything about it," said Miss Lewis, the elderly owner of the draper's establishment on the main street. "It's as though our concerns are beneath his notice. It really won't serve. It's his responsibility to keep the village safe and prosperous. My business can't survive if my customers are afraid to make their way to my door."

"Quite so," added another female voice.

"Where is the marquess?" Mrs. Wilkinson demanded to know.

Miss Lewis threw Gabriel a darkling glance. "Too ashamed to show himself, I shouldn't wonder."

Several heads nodded in agreement, setting bonnet ribbons dancing.

"Really, his neglect of his duties is not to be borne."

Damn it, Gabe, you've allowed Mrs. Wilkinson to get fully into her stride. There'll be no stopping her now.

"We look to him for guidance and leadership. Or at least we would if we could find him."

As Gabriel, red-faced, struggled to exert himself, Hal shoved a hand over his mouth to avoid laughing aloud. Few people could handle Mrs. Wilkinson when she was in such a high dudgeon. Even he'd experienced difficulty on the few occasions when he'd been unable to avoid her, so young Gabe didn't stand a chance. It was hilarious.

It was also deucedly inconvenient.

Gabriel ought to tell the old witch that she, at least, was in no danger from actual bodily harm. No one in the locality was quite that desperate. The same could be said for the three matrons accompanying her.

"I really couldn't say," Gabriel muttered, looking more uncomfortable by the minute.

I should bloody well think not.

"Your evasiveness does you no credit, Lord Gabriel." Mrs. Wilkinson thumped the arm of her chair in an unladylike display of frustration. "We could all be murdered in our beds, our throats cut from ear to ear, whilst the marquess is off carousing about town, getting up to I know not what, and he wouldn't care one jot."

She has a point there.

"I shall, of course, do my Christian duty and ask the vicar to pray for him, but even a man of God can't work miracles when a soul is so very lost." A squawk slipped past Hal's lips. "What was that?" Mrs. Wilkinson asked, looking deeply suspiciously. "Is someone lurking back there?"

Meet the Author

Wendy Soliman is a British who shares her life with her husband and a rescued dog of indeterminate pedigree. Wendy was brought up on the Isle of  Wight, surrounded by historic buildings and lots of water - factors that influenced the historical romances and  marine crime mysteries she writes for Carina Press.

Wendy enjoys reading, walking her dog and savouring decent wine.

Visit Wendy's website at http://www.wendysoliman.com

 

 

 

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