Deliciously Wicked

Deliciously Wicked

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by Robyn DeHart
     
 

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When wildly independent Meg Piddington finds herself locked in her father's chocolate factory after hours with a most disarmingly attractive gentleman, she doesn't realize that she is his alibi—proof that Gareth Mandeville did not commit a dastardly crime. But admitting as much would destroy her reputation, which gallant Gareth refuses to do. Besides, he

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When wildly independent Meg Piddington finds herself locked in her father's chocolate factory after hours with a most disarmingly attractive gentleman, she doesn't realize that she is his alibi—proof that Gareth Mandeville did not commit a dastardly crime. But admitting as much would destroy her reputation, which gallant Gareth refuses to do. Besides, he believes even prison would be preferable to marriage, which is what their revelation would certainly demand!

At last, here's the perfect opportunity for Meg to don her sleuthing hat to get to the root of the secretive stranger's troubles! Besides, the man sends oh-so-pleasant shivers coursing through her body. And though heaven may well await in Gareth's embrace, danger may dwell there also . . . if the determined lady embarks on a grand mission to win his love.

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ISBN-13:
9780061127526
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
09/26/2006
Pages:
304
Sales rank:
825,837
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.76(d)

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Deliciously Wicked

Chapter One

Piddington Confectionery
Outside London, 1892

Meg Piddington tried the heavy door one more time, to no avail. "It's locked." She leaned against the barrier and eyed her fellow captive.

"I told you that already," he said, the slight hint of an Irish brogue tickling at her ears. He leaned against a table stacked with small boxes.

"Well, how are we to open it?" she asked.

"I'm thinking." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you would but keep your mouth shut, I might think of something useful."

She shot him an exasperated look, which he didn't even notice.

Shut her mouth, indeed.

She took the opportunity of silence to study him as he propelled himself away from the table and began to move about the room. Gareth Mandeville had been in her father's employ for only a handful of weeks. And he'd been in London only a few weeks longer than that, or so she'd been told. At the moment he crouched and leaned and moved things about, presumably trying to locate a way out of the locked storeroom.

Tall and undeniably handsome, he had attracted Meg's notice the moment she'd seen him in her father's confectionery. Something about him looked as if he'd feel more comfortable in a ballroom than in a factory. The way he carried himself, or perhaps it was the refinement of his well-sculpted features.

Light from an oil lamp flickered across his face as he turned to examine a shelf. He had the sort of eyes, thickly lashed and intense, that could see into a person—into the tiny, hidden places that housed dreams. She'd never stood so close as to determinetheir exact shade, but she pegged them for an intoxicating brown.

He turned and examined another stack of boxes. No matter what time of day she'd seen him, he always had a shadow of stubble outlining his mouth and along his chin. She knew it would feel devilishly prickly to the touch. His mouth, even though set in a frown, was enticing. Full-lipped and perfectly crafted, it was nearly mesmerizing to look at.

Oh, good heavens, she was becoming quite dramatic.

"How the bloody hell did you get locked up in here with me in the first place?" he muttered.

Attractive, but surly. Some women might find that mixture appealing, but Meg suspected that after a while it would begin to lose its effect. She frowned at him. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked.

His glance trailed across her, taking his sweet time as his eyes slid down her body. She shivered in response.

"It means, what are you doing here?" he asked. "It's well past dark. What are you doing out at night all alone? Do you not require a chaperone or something?"

She thought she detected a slight smile. He was baiting her. "I do not need a keeper, if that is what you're implying. I can very well take care of myself, thank you very much." Perhaps he didn't know who she was. "My father owns this factory; I have every right to be here."

"I know who you are."

Then again, perhaps he did. "Well, what are you doing here this time of night?" She planted her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn't certain, but she believed that it wasn't customary for employees to be here after hours.

He shrugged. "I was working late," he said, then turned away from her to examine a tower of boxes stacked on the floor.

Evidently she was wrong. Not only did she not know if it was legitimate for employees to work late, she still hadn't figured out all the different rooms. This part of the factory housed the main divisions; her father's office overlooked the grinding and mixing floor. There was still much to learn.

A voice inside her insisted that she should probably be alarmed. It was late. Not the middle of the night, but still past dark, and she was alone in a factory with a strange man. Well, not precisely strange in the odd or peculiar sense, but more so in the never-spoken-to-him-until-today sense. For all she knew, Gareth was a ravager of innocents. She barely suppressed a shiver.

Then she sighed with resignation. No, her father would never have sent her out if he believed she might be in danger, she reminded herself. She was being silly and allowing her imagination to wander to one of the many adventure stories she'd read in the past. Where ladies wound up in all sorts of trouble.

Since her papa had broken his leg, he'd had to do business from Piddington Hall. Tonight he'd sent her to the factory to retrieve last quarter's ledger book for a meeting with his factory director the following morning. But before she made it into her father's office, she heard a noise and came in to investigate. Then the door had shut behind her. And locked.

She'd found the source of the noise. It was Gareth digging through his locker. And here they were, half an hour later, locked in with no discernible route of escape. She surveyed the room. Lockers neatly lined one side of the room. These were used by the employees to store any belongings they brought with them to work, as the men were using this storeroom until their dressing room was completed. The other side of the room housed supplies: shelves and tables piled with smaller boxes, and larger boxes stacked into towers on the floor.

She walked closer to him and peeked over his shoulder to better view what he was examining.

"What did you find?" she asked without moving away from him.

He straightened, causing his back to brush against her arm. Stepping away, he turned to face her. "Boxes," he said flatly.

"I can see that." She frowned. "You're not terribly friendly, are you?"

A slight grin slid onto his face. "No, I don't suppose I am." Deliciously Wicked. Copyright © by Robyn DeHart. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

Robyn DeHart always knew she wanted to be a writer, but it took a while to discover precisely what she wanted to write. Reading Kathleen Woodiwiss's A Rose in Winter sealed the deal, and she's been reading and writing romance ever since. She should have realized she was destined for this career when her Barbies insisted on hosting elaborate masquerade parties, complete with stolen kisses in the moonlight. Researching her novels is always exciting, but when it involves eating chocolate, it's especially sweet. She lives in the foothills of the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee, with her incredibly supportive husband and two very spoiled cats. She loves to hear from readers.

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Deliciously Wicked 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
danja More than 1 year ago
Finished this book in only a few hours. It was such a wonderful read! one of my fav
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1892 England, the owner¿s daughter Meg Piddington and new employee Gareth Mandeville are accidentally locked inside her father's chocolate factory after the Piddington Confectionary facility closed. Not long afterward, he is arrested for stealing boxes of chocolate. She is his alibi as he was with her without a chaperone when the crime was committed, but the cost is her reputation unless they marry. Gareth prefers prison then a life sentence in marriage to any woman.------------- Meg is attracted to Gareth, but also is curious as to who framed the handsome stranger. Being a card carrying member of the Ladies Amateur Sleuth Society, she and her cohorts in ¿crime¿ investigate to learn Gareth¿s secrets and to prove someone else committed the crime while also trying to convince Gareth that marriage filled with love is not leg shacking instead it frees the heart.--------------------- The sequel to the fabulous A STUDY IN SCANDAL is a wonderful Victorian romantic mystery starring two interesting protagonists ably supported by the Ladies Amateur Sleuth Society, which delightfully means future tales of love and mystery. DELICIOUSLY WICKED is a fun historical from the moment the lead duo is locked inside together and never slows down until the final blithely sweet exchange. Fans of confectionary cozies will enjoy this lighthearted romp.------------------- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not that good.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Romantic but also had other story lines going one do overall good read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Better than the first one, i was in tears at the end. This author brings great emotions and passion!! Fast paced and nice mystery to solve, overal a solid read:) Will def add to my collection and read again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you like reading Karen Hawkins and Julia Quinn you will love Robyn DeHart's books. Ms. DeHart has written a new twist on the amateur female detective. The characters are well draw. The pace kept me reading. All in all a delightful book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Amateura Sleuth Society is a club 4 uncoventional ladies (friends) band together to help with their boredom and solve mysteries. This is the second book out out four. #1 A Study in Scandal #2 Deliciously Wicked #3 Tempted at Ever Turn #4 A Marriage Most Convenient I write this so those who wish to read in order may do so! It might get alittle confusing not knowing the other ladies back story since the all inter act with each other in the series.
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Teresa51 More than 1 year ago
The title says it all.
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This was the second in the series. I really liked the story and the characters. The mystery was really interesting and kept it going until the end. I really liked it.
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