How to Capture a Countess

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Urged by her favorite nephew, the intimidating Duchess of Roxburghe agrees to transform a thorny Scottish rose into a lovely bloom. But even she isn't prepared for fiery Rose Balfour.

At seventeen, Rose fell wildly in love with Lord Alton Sinclair, known as Lord Sin for his wicked ways. Stung by his indifference, the starry-eyed girl tried to win an illicit kiss, but then panicked and pushed the notorious rakehell into a fountain. Leaving Lord Sin floating among the lily pads to...

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Overview

Urged by her favorite nephew, the intimidating Duchess of Roxburghe agrees to transform a thorny Scottish rose into a lovely bloom. But even she isn't prepared for fiery Rose Balfour.

At seventeen, Rose fell wildly in love with Lord Alton Sinclair, known as Lord Sin for his wicked ways. Stung by his indifference, the starry-eyed girl tried to win an illicit kiss, but then panicked and pushed the notorious rakehell into a fountain. Leaving Lord Sin floating among the lily pads to the mocking laughter of his peers, Rose escaped back to the obscurity of the Scottish countryside.

Six years later, Sin convinces his aunt, the Duchess of Roxburghe, to invite Rose to her annual house party, where he plans to get revenge by making Rose the laughingstock of polite society. To his astonishment, he finds she has become an alluring woman who threatens to turn the tables on his nefarious plans. Thus Sin and Rose begin an epic battle of the sexes that becomes more passionate at every turn. Eventually, one will have to surrender . . . but to vengeance? Or to love's deepest passion?

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"A delightful, sprightly romp is what Hawkins does best, and when she sets her witty tale in Scotland and adds a charming castle and an engaging cast of characters, [listeners] have the beginning of an appealing new series." —-RT Book Reviews
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  • ISBN-13: 9781452612997
  • Publisher: Tantor Media, Inc.
  • Publication date: 4/15/2013
  • Series: Duchess Diaries Series , #1
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged CD
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author


Karen Hawkins is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty historical and contemporary romance novels, including the MacLean Curse series, the Hurst Amulet series, and the St. John Talisman Ring books.

An AudioFile Earphones Award winner, Alison Larkin is a classically trained actress who has appeared on Broadway with the Royal National Theater and Off-Broadway with the Royal Shakespeare Company. Her bestselling novel The English American made the top ten list of best author audiobook narrations of all time.

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How to Capture a Countess


  • Floors Castle

September 12, 1812

From the Diary of the Duchess of Roxburghe
For the last six years, my great-nephew, the Earl of Sinclair, has done naught but drive his grandmother to distraction with his antics. Oh, we thought him a wild one before The Incident, but we were wrong. Since then, he has shown us what “wild” truly means, and it seems that every day brings a new report of his lascivious lifestyle.

The fault, of course, is with my sister. At the tender age of seventeen, after his parents were killed in a carriage accident, Sin was left with titles and estates and the care of his younger brothers. Though several of us advised otherwise, my sister pushed to give the boy all of the weight of those responsibilities instead of appointing an executor until he was of a more appropriate age. My sister meant no harm, and thought that the boy would mature as he assumed the mantle of responsibility. He did so, of course, but at a very high cost.

Without parents to guide him, or a partner to share his burdens, and left solely responsible for the care of his younger brothers, he became arrogantly conceited with his own independence. Though he now possesses what all women desire in a husband—excellent birth, a handsome visage, a charming manner (when he wishes), a respected title, and a growing fortune—he torments my adored sister by refusing to fix his attentions upon a woman of genteel breeding and instead openly cavorts with Notorious Undesirables.

The time has come for me to take matters into my own hands; my poor sister now regrets her lack of trust in my earlier judgment, and has made a desperate plea for help.

And desperate times call for desperate measures . . .

The butler’s sedate knock was met by a cacophony of barking. Over the yips and yaps, a feminine voice called for him to enter. MacDougal sighed regretfully for his polished shoes and well-ironed breeches, then opened the large oak doors to the sitting room.

A small herd of yapping pugs met him, a mixture of brown and silver fur, flat wet noses, and curly pig tails. The dogs jumped upon him, their little nails ruining his careful creases and marring his well-tended shoe leathers.

Even so, he couldn’t resist the charms of the large brown eyes now fixed upon him. “There, there, ye wee bairns. Stop yer yappin’; ’tis naught but me. Did I no’ feed ye bacon jus’ this mornin’? ’Tis fine treatment ye’re givin’ me now.”

Six curly tails wagged in unison. The Roxburghe pugs were as famous throughout Edinburgh and the surrounding countryside as their mistress, the notorious Duchess of Roxburghe, a woman well into her sixtieth year (though none were certain how far) and the icy-eyed mistress of Floors Castle for the past ten years.

The dogs sniffed MacDougal’s breeches and shoes as he edged through the pack and then crossed the many rugs to the two women seated before the fireplace at the far end of the cavernous room. Unable to maul his legs while he walked, the pugs had to be content with trotting and tumbling after him, puffing and wheezing as they pretended to herd him along.

As he reached the small circle of settees, Lady Charlotte looked up from her knitting. After a quick motion for silence, she pointed to the duchess, who was reclining upon the settee opposite, a kerchief soaked in lavender water covering her eyes.

Ah, yes. Her grace had played whist last night and, as usually happened when the vicar came to visit, she’d enjoyed her evening libations a wee bit too much. It showed not only in the fact that the duchess was hiding her eyes from the sunlight, but also in the way her fashionable gown of blue muslin was crinkled and her red wig was slightly askew.

Lady Charlotte leaned forward to whisper, “Her grace isn’t feeling well this morning.”

“Aye, me lady,” he whispered back with a kind smile. The youngest daughter of the late Earl of Argyll and a distant cousin of the duke’s, Lady Charlotte Montrose was a short, rather mousy woman sadly given to wearing lace mobcaps in the French manner, a fashion that did not suit her plump face. MacDougal had been made aware of this fact only this morning by that secret fashionmonger Mrs. Cairness, the housekeeper, who—when not wearing the starched black gowns as befitted her station—often dressed better than the duchess herself.

“Perhaps you should return in an hour,” Lady Charlotte whispered. “Once her grace is through with her nap.”

MacDougal nodded. Lady Charlotte knew her grace better than most, as she’d made her home at Floors Castle for the last eight years. It was widely held that she’d come to stay with her cousin Roxburghe after an arranged marriage to some wild hobnob of society had fallen through. Whatever the reason, she’d never left and was now as much a part of Floors Castle as the duchess herself.

MacDougal bent closer to Lady Charlotte. “Perhaps ’twould be best if I left the post fer her grace to read when she awakens? There’s a missive I think she moight wish to—”

“Oh, for the love of—” The duchess moaned as if her own words caused her pain. She pressed a hand to her covered eyes, an assortment of rings flashing with the movement. “Pray stop your infernal whispering. You sound like a pack of nuns planning a murder.”

MacDougal hid a smile. “I’m sorry, yer grace, but I thought ye might wish to see a certain missive tha’ just arrived.”

The duchess peeked out from under a corner of the lavender-water-soaked kerchief, revealing a large hooked nose and one brilliant blue eye. “He answered?”

“Aye, yer grace, much to the surprise of us all.” If there was one benefit to serving as part of the duchess’s household since one was a mere lad (well before she’d married Roxburghe and become a duchess), it was the privilege of occasionally speaking one’s mind. MacDougal was careful not to overuse the privilege, though. He was far too fond of both the duchess and his position to do so.

The duchess tossed off the cloth and sat up gingerly, pushing her wig back in place with a well-practiced shove.

MacDougal held out the silver salver, where a small note had been set aside from the stack of cards and letters. “From Lord Sinclair, yer grace.”

“Thank you.” She opened the note.

Lady Charlotte watched with a bright gaze, distracted only when a small silver pug attacked a skein of yarn in her basket. “Stop that, Meenie,” Lady Charlotte admonished. “Don’t touch my yar—”

“Demme!” The duchess crumpled the note into a ball.

Lady Charlotte looked up, disappointment on her round face. “He’s not coming.”

“No, blast it all.” The duchess tossed the note into the fire. “My great-nephew will attend neither my house party nor my Winter Ball. As a sop to his weak conscience—if one can call it that—he’s offered to visit me on his return from his sojourn, almost a month after the scheduled festivities.”

“How disappointing.”

“How rude! To offer to visit on his way back from some low amusement, I have no doubt. Balderdash!” She threw herself back onto the settee, her eyes ablaze. “I won’t receive him. That will teach him to refuse my invitations.”

Knowing a little something about the Earl of Sinclair, MacDougal rather doubted that.

Apparently Lady Charlotte felt the same, for she said in her soft voice, “Chances are, he will merely shrug and go on his way. I don’t mean to say anything ill about Lord Sinclair, but he’s not the sort of male one would call accommodating.”

“No, he’s not. He’s a fool is what he is, demme him.” The duchess tossed her kerchief back over her face and slumped down like a limp rag doll.

While it was very poor of Lord Sinclair not to accept his great-aunt’s invitation, MacDougal felt that someone had to make the peace. He cleared his throat. “Yer grace, I’m sorry aboot the inconvenience of Lord Sinclair’s answer, but perhaps he is busy. He must have a mountain of dooties takin’ care o’ his estates and such—”

“Ha!” her grace said, the puff of air sending the corner of her kerchief aflutter before she snatched it off and threw it to the floor, where four of her pugs pounced upon it and began a mad tussle. Ignoring their growls, the duchess said, “My great-nephew is very busy indeed—busy trying to sleep with every married woman in England. I daresay he’d attend my party if I invited some scantily clad opera singers, or a house full of painted harlo—”

“Margaret, my dear,” Lady Charlotte said in a breathless tone, sending a quick glance at MacDougal, which he wisely pretended not to notice. “Perhaps our passions would be better served if, rather than lamenting Lord Sinclair’s failings, vast though they are—”

“Like the bloody ocean,” the duchess muttered.

“Like the vast ocean,” Lady Charlotte agreed. “But perhaps rather than focusing on Sinclair’s shortcomings, we would be better served by finding a way to get him to attend your ball, especially as you’ve invited every eligible woman of standing within miles.”

“He’s so stubborn.” The duchess tapped her fingers on the arm of the settee, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I wish I could believe that Sin was merely too busy to attend my ball, but he’s been in sole charge of his estates for over fifteen years now and he finds the daily administration no more taxing than selecting a waistcoat, especially now that his brothers are grown and married. Sadly, he values his freedom far too much.”

“Too many cares as a youth, perhaps?”

“And so I warned my sister, when she decided to place the full weight of— But I’m not going to rehash old decisions; it will serve no purpose. The truth is that Sin’s not coming to my ball because he’s realized my purpose in bringing him here: to encourage him to find a suitable wife and settle down.”

Lady Charlotte tsked. “It is a dreadful coil. Perhaps a little afternoon tea would help us think our way through this situation to a solution.”

“Perhaps,” the duchess said absently, reaching down to scoop up a very roly-poly pug and plop it into her lap, where it snuggled into a ball. “MacDougal, please bring a tea tray.”

“Aye, yer grace. I shall place the rest of the post upon yer secretary.” MacDougal crossed to the small rosewood desk and placed the letters in a neat stack on one corner. He paused to straighten them, taking his time in doing so.

The duchess leaned back, patting the pug with one hand while she absently tapped her long fingers on the arm of the settee. “Maybe I should hire some men to abduct him and have him shackled in the pantry until my ball?”

MacDougal wondered if there was anything strong enough in the pantry that the earl could not overturn. The man was several inches over six feet tall and was a fine physical specimen, made so by his many sporting pursuits.

“Yes,” Lady Charlotte agreed blithely. “That would be so much easier than trying to reason with him, though I fear someone could get hurt.”

“He wouldn’t come quietly, would he?” The duchess’s voice was heavy with regret. “And Sinclair is the devil of a good boxer.”

“He’s good with his pistols, too. He’s never lost a duel.”

“Very true, demme it.” The duchess’s fingers never stopped tapping as the two subsided into silence.

Lady Charlotte, her knitting needles clicking softly, said, “A pity he’s not a woman. If he were, one could just invite him over for tea and have a nice cozy talk and resolve everything.”

“Well, he’s not a woman, so that thinking is of no use. The boy is as stubborn as his father, who was a fool.” Her grace scratched the ear of the fortunate pug that occupied her lap. It stretched under her ministrations before curling into a ball again for a snooze. “The late earl was a pompous ass and a rakehell, and he passed those unholy traits to his son.”

“But Lord Sin hasn’t always been such a ne’er-do-weel.”

Her grace’s expression darkened, a flicker of sadness on her expressive face. “No, he hasn’t been the same since The Incident, which—”

Lady Charlotte cleared her throat and flicked a glance at MacDougal, who hurried to knock the stack of letters off the secretary so that he had to bend down to collect them once again. Lady Charlotte lowered her voice, though MacDougal heard her plainly enough when she said, “Sinclair has changed.”

“Yes, six years ago . . . ” The duchess’s voice trailed off, an intent expression coming into her eyes as she slowly sat up in her seat, her eyes fastened on some vision mortal eyes could not see.

MacDougal held his breath and leaned forward. He knew that look. Poor Lord Sinclair.

Lady Charlotte stopped knitting, her eyes widening. “You’ve thought of something!” Her voice was almost breathless.

“I might know a way to get Sinclair to attend my Winter Ball and the house party for the preceding three weeks.”

“To both?”

“Yes, and if we do this right, he’ll think it was all his own idea, too.” The duchess rubbed her hands together in apparent glee. “Charlotte, this might just do the trick!”

MacDougal wondered if there was Borgia blood somewhere in her grace’s family. He’d wager an entire month’s wages that there was.

“I’m all ears,” Lady Charlotte said, leaning forward.

The duchess smiled as she patted the pug sleeping in her lap. “Sin changed six years ago. Before that he was a known Corinthian, a sporting man. He had already made it clear to the family that he would not accept a tame marriage, but he was not a scoundrel.”

“Until The Incident.”

“Since then, he’s been rakehelling his way across England, as if bound and determined to prove the naysayers right.”

“People did talk.”

“And why wouldn’t they? He’d been lording it over everyone, the most eligible bachelor in all of England, too busy with his races and prizefights to exchange pleasantries or attend social events. When he did bother to come to someone’s ball, he barely danced, spoke only to a few people, and usually left long before anyone else.”

“Insufferable.”

“Yes. So when he was made to look a fool by a mere nobody, people were pleased. So they talked more than they might have had it been someone else. It changed Sin in some ways. I thought it was because of the gossip, but now I wonder . . . ”

The duchess looked at MacDougal, who quickly whipped out his kerchief and pretended he’d found some dust on the desk.

Her grace leaned toward Charlotte. “After The Incident, Sin moved heaven and earth trying to find that gel who embarrassed him. I suspect he wished for vengeance, but he never managed to find her. Her family had tucked her away somewhere and after a while, he stopped trying.” The duchess pursed her lips and then said in a thoughtful tone, “She’s the only woman who’s ever eluded Sin. And for a sporting man . . . ”

Lady Charlotte’s eyes widened with a dawning respect. “Margaret, you may be on to something with that.”

“If Sin thought she’d be at my house party, he’d reconsider coming. I’m sure of it. All we have to do is find out who she is and invite her here.” The duchess’s smile faded. “If she’s respectable.”

“She is,” Lady Charlotte said. “Quite respectable, in fact.”

The duchess sent an irritated glance at her companion. “Have you become a seer?”

“Of course not. But I—that is—you have been in correspondence with her for years. Since the year she was born, in fact.”

The duchess blinked. “I have?”

“Of course. You send her a present every Michaelmas, and a nice letter on her birthday.” Charlotte’s knitting needles ticked on. “Her name is Rose Balfour and she lives with her father at Caith Manor, outside Aberdeenshire.”

The duchess looked as astounded as MacDougal felt. “How do you know that?”

“Because you’re her godmother.”

MacDougal almost gasped, but managed to swallow it.

The duchess stared at Lady Charlotte. “Am I?”

Lady Charlotte nodded, her lace cap flapping over her ears. “Oh yes, though I suppose it’s not surprising that you don’t know it. You and Roxburghe were out of the country when The Incident occurred, and by the time you returned home, no one would speak of it in front of you.”

“But they spoke of it to you.”

“Frequently. At the time, I thought the name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Months afterward, I was writing the Michaelmas letters and there she was on your godchild list: Miss Rose Balfour.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lady Charlotte blinked owlishly. “Because you said you didn’t want to hear her name—ever.”

MacDougal couldn’t smother his chuckle this time, which earned him a sharp glance from her grace. He quickly pretended to cough.

She turned back to Charlotte. “You should have told me anyway.”

“I’m sorry,” Lady Charlotte said meekly.

“Still, this is to our advantage.” The duchess tapped her fingers on her knee, her gaze narrowed. “So I’m Miss Rose Balfour’s godmother.”

“You’re the godmother of all three Balfour sisters.”

“All three? Lud, I’m the godmother to far too many people.”

MacDougal almost nodded. Every year, he assisted Lady Charlotte in sending out the numerous requisite packages and letters to her grace’s many godchildren, and every year it seemed that the number doubled or trebled.

“So I’ve said for ages,” Charlotte said with some asperity. “You’ve so many godchildren now that— Here, I’ll show you the list.” Lady Charlotte put her knitting aside and rose, moving between the dozing pugs to the secretary.

MacDougal began dusting a nearby side table. Fortunately, a small amount of dust puffed up as Lady Charlotte passed him, so she merely gave him a sharp look before she opened the secretary and pulled out a lengthy list that contained well over fifty names. She carried it to the duchess and pointed to a line halfway down the second page. “There.”

The duchess held the list at arm’s length, and looked down her nose at the slanted writing. “Ah. Rose, Lily, and Dahlia Balfour.” She lowered the list. “Good God, are they flowers or women?”

“Sir Balfour is a noted horticulturalist, so perhaps he is the one who gifted his daughters with such nicknames.”

“Nicknames? What are their real names, then?”

“I don’t recall, but they are quite overpowering.”

“Remind me again—how did I become their godmother?”

“That information is under their names on the list.”

The duchess held the letter back at arm’s length. “Their grandmother was—” She squinted. “Miss Moira MacDonald. Ah, Moira! I haven’t thought of her in years. We went to boarding school together and I always liked her.” The duchess handed the list back to Lady Charlotte and looked a little guilty. “I hope I’ve been a good godmother?”

“Oh yes. As I said, you’ve sent them a small gift every Michaelmas, as well as on every major birthday.”

“Charlotte, I’d be lost without you.”

Lady Charlotte smiled serenely and carried the list back to the secretary, where she tucked it back in its pocket before she returned to her seat and collected her knitting once again. “So you think to use Miss Balfour as bait to entrap Lord Sin into coming to your house party and Winter Ball?”

“Entrap? There’s no need to put it in such bald terms. I prefer to think of it as ‘assisting.’ ” The duchess tilted her head to one side as she leaned back. “Now, all I have to do is find a subtle way to let Sin know that this gel is my goddaughter.”

“And then what?”

“And then he will do the rest.”

Lady Charlotte didn’t look convinced. “How can you be certain?”

“Because I know enough about my great-nephew to know he cannot refuse a challenge. And this gel, whoever she is, has challenged him.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

Her grace’s brows lowered. “He must. He is the earl. It is his responsibility to marry well and have an heir.”

MacDougal tried to keep his attention on his dusting, but it was difficult. Even though he understood the importance of a man of wealth and title marrying to carry on the family name, he almost felt sorry for Lord Sinclair.

“I do hope Lord Sinclair will be amenable.” Lady Charlotte’s tone said she thought he would be anything but.

“For the love of Zeus, Charlotte! What is all of this nay-saying?”

“I’m sorry,” Charlotte said. “I was just thinking that Lord Sinclair and Miss Balfour might hate each other and—”

“Lud, pray stop thinking, for it’s giving me a headache! I don’t care if Sin and Miss Balfour deal well with each other or not. All I want is to get my nephew to attend my ball. Once he’s here, hopefully one of the eligible chits I’ve invited will appeal to him and thus my sister’s problems will be solved.”

“Oh. I thought you meant to attempt a match between Miss Balfour and Lord Sinclair.”

“No, although if they ever chanced to meet under better circumstances, one never knows what might . . . ” Her grace’s gaze unfocused and once again she seemed to be staring at something no one else could see.

“Margaret?” Lady Charlotte asked.

“Yes, dear. I was just thinking. Perhaps I will amend my guest list for the house party a bit.”

“But why? You said you’d invited the liveliest young men and women you could think of.”

“So I did.” The duchess leaned back in her chair. “But we must do what we can.” Her gaze landed on MacDougal. “MacDougal, forget the demmed tea. Bring a decanter of port.”

“But yer grace, ’tis only eleven in the morning and the doctor says ye should not—”

“I know what Doctor MacCreedy says, but I need port. Lady Charlotte and I have some very important letters to write and a new guest list to draw up, and we’ll need inspiration.”

“Yes, we will.” Lady Charlotte smoothed a knot from a strand of yarn. “A lot of inspiration.”

MacDougal bowed and returned to the door, the pugs trotting behind him. He had to gently shove several of the more determined mutts out of the way before he could close the door.

In the vestibule, he shook his head. “She’ll ne’er quit scheming until they put her in the ground. And mayhap no’ even then.”

“I beg yer pardon, sir?” asked one of the footmen who’d sprung to attention when MacDougal had appeared. “Was her grace in a mood this morning?”

“Aye, a scheming one. God help those as come into her path, fer she willna show them any mercy.” Shaking his head, he left to fetch the port.

•  •  •

The sixth Earl of Sinclair glanced in the mirror and gave his cravat a few deft touches. After a silent study, he nodded. “That will do.”

His valet, a small man named Dunn with silver hair and a dapper air, gave a sigh of relief. Dunn never allowed anyone but himself to touch his lordship’s clothing, preferring to press and mend it himself. He was especially vigilant with his lordship’s boot blacking, using a special mixture known only to him that included such mystical ingredients as champagne and beeswax. Belowstairs, he was known in respectful tones as “Mr. Timothy Dunn, a true stickler for fashion.”

He placed upon the bed the two freshly starched cravats that he’d been holding at the ready and turned to regard the earl’s efforts. “A brilliant knot, my lord. The gentleman with whom you’ll be playing faro tonight will be blinded by your efforts.”

“I wilt beneath your approval,” Sin said drily.

“You’ve earned that approval, my lord,” Dunn said, not acknowledging Sin’s sarcasm. “That’s the most beautiful cravat knot you’ve accomplished yet. It’s a pity no one of worth will see it.”

“What’s wrong?” Sin asked, amused at his nattily dressed valet. “Is the company too low for you?”

Dunn sniffed.

Sin grinned. “There will be one or two people ‘of worth’ at Lord Dalton’s.” Especially fair Lady Jameston. Her husband was in London dealing with the weighty question of the Regency, as were many other lords. Their absences had opened many opportunities.

“My lord, pardon me for saying so, but I find both Lord Dalton and his company rather low.”

Sin shrugged. “He’s a bit common, but he welcomes any and all to his house. He’s a generous host.”

“Generous hosts do not try and strip all of the coins from their guests’ pockets at games of chance.”

Sin smiled in acknowledgment. He turned to the silver tray on the dresser and selected a cravat pin. As he did so, two letters that had been placed to one side fell to the floor.

Dunn instantly retrieved them. “I’m sorry, my lord, but I almost forgot to tell you; these came this afternoon while you were hunting. One is from Lady Ross, and the other from your great-aunt, the Duchess of Roxburghe.”

“Thank you.” Sin turned his attention to the placement of his cravat pin. “Put them on the dresser.”

“My lord, aren’t you going to read them?”

“Why? I already know what they say. Lady Ross wishes me to attend her in Edinburgh, as Lord Ross has been called out of the country on a diplomatic mission.”

“Ah. I take it that we’ve tired of Lady Ross.”

Sin shrugged. He and Sarah had enjoyed a mutually beneficial arrangement for the past two years, but lately she, and everything else about his life, seemed boring.

It was petty to be bored when one had so much, but he somehow couldn’t dislodge the feeling. Even being away from the bustle of Edinburgh for the last two weeks to enjoy some hunting and to view a prizefight had left him feeling listless. Sin raked a hand through his hair, ignoring the valet’s look of disapproval. Damn it, he had no right to feel anything other than pleased with life; he had so much—excellent brothers with whom he was close, a grandmother who, for all of her faults, had never ceased to offer her love and support, an estate that was more profitable every year, a time-honored title, manors filled with treasures of every conceivable kind, an assortment of friends and acquaintances, so many in fact that he was rarely alone—he had everything he could possibly want, and yet . . . and yet something was missing.

He met his gaze in the mirror. Something has always been missing. But what?

As usual, no answer came. He scowled at himself, unhappy with the maudlin turn of his thoughts. “Yes, Dunn, we’re tired of Lady Ross. Very tired.”

Nodding, Dunn placed the letter from Lady Ross upon the dresser, but held on to the other missive. “And your great-aunt? What do you suppose she wishes? Or should I ask?”

“What do you think?”

Dunn sighed. “She wishes for you to attend her ball and house party, fall in love with one of the hundred of young ladies she’s invited for that purpose—as she does every year—and get married.”

“So now you know why I’m not going to bother reading her missive.”

The valet pursed his lips. “The duchess has been quite kind to you, my lord.”

Sin didn’t answer.

“It wouldn’t hurt to at least read it.” Dunn paused. “Shall I do so while you’re getting ready?”

Sin met the valet’s gaze in the mirror. “If I say no, you’re going to continue to torment me about it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Then read the damn thing and be done with it.”

“Very good, my lord.” Dunn opened the letter. “Your great-aunt writes, ‘Sinclair, I hope this missive finds you—’ ”

“Dunn, I said that you could read the missive, not that you could read it aloud to me.”

The valet’s thin lips folded in disapproval. “Shall I at least summarize what the letter says?”

“Providing it doesn’t mention marriage or her confounded Winter Ball and house party, yes, although I’d be surprised if Aunt Margaret talks of anything else.”

The valet sighed and returned his attention to the missive, his lips moving silently a few moments. Finally he said, “The duchess is sorry that you didn’t accept her invitations, but she’s resigned herself to your stubborn refusal to enjoy civilized company.”

“Good for her. Of all my relatives, Aunt Margaret is the easiest to stomach.”

“She’s refreshingly honest.”

“Annoyingly so.”

“She says that it’s quite fine with her that you won’t be coming to her events, but not to expect to use her lands for hunting before you return to Edinburgh as you’d requested, for she’s had a change in her schedule and is planning some amusements for various goddaughters.”

“Goddaughters? I didn’t know she had any.”

“She must have quite a few, for she names seven and says they are the first batch she will be inviting to Floors Castle.”

“Batch? Bloody hell.”

“Just so, my lord.” Dunn tilted the letter toward the window to catch more light. “The duchess says she’s forced to entertain her goddaughters because of you.”

“What?”

“Yes. She says that as it seems unlikely that you will ever marry and produce an issue for her to dandle upon her knee, she will have to rely upon the kindness of her godchildren to do what her own blood family will not.”

“Dandle upon her knee? Does she really say that?”

“Yes, my lord. Dandle.”

“Ridiculous. What about my brothers? They’re both recently wed, thanks to her meddling, and either could be in the family way any day now.”

“It appears she’s forgotten your brothers, my lord.”

“That’s because she’s too busy trying to leg-shackle me to some empty-headed chit.”

“The duchess can be determined.”

“This time she’s bound to face disappointment. Let her invite her hundreds of goddaughters; I can always hunt at my brother’s new estate outside Stirling. Stormont’s asked me to visit for months now.” Sin picked up his coat and prepared to put it on.

“My lord!” Dunn dropped the letter upon the bed. “Please, allow me. You’ll crease it if you shrug into it.” He came to help Sin into his well-fitted coat.

After the coat had settled on Sin’s shoulders, Dunn took up a bristle brush to capture any infinitesimal bits of lint. With nothing to do, Sin absently looked down, his gaze drifting over his great-aunt’s letter. His eyes locked upon a name that was scrawled in the middle of a sentence, a name he’d thought to never see or hear again—Rose Balfour.

Instantly, his jaw clenched. “Damn it!”

Dunn turned a surprised gaze Sin’s way. “My lord? What’s wrong?”

Sin unclenched his hands and picked up the letter.

Since you will not oblige the family with an heir, I must assuage my desire to dandle children upon my knee by cultivating my godchildren. It pains me to take this step, but you’ve left me with no choice and your annual hunting party will have to be postponed. During that week, I plan on inviting my seven favorite goddaughters: Lady Margaret Stewart of Edinburgh, Miss Juliet MacLean of Mull, Miss Rose Balfour of Caith Manor in Aberdeenshire . . .

He turned to Dunn. “Pack our bags.”

The valet blinked. “Now?”

“Yes. We’re leaving immediately.”

“May I ask why?”

“No.”

“Then where?”

“To Floors Castle.”

“To visit the duchess? But you said you’d never attend her house party or ball.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I will attend them both if she’ll amend her invitation list.” Sin looked at the letter now partially crumpled in his hand.

Dunn looked even more bewildered. “My lord, I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to understand. I’ll go down now and make my apologies to Lord Dalton. I’ll use Aunt Margaret’s letter as an excuse to tell him a family issue has arisen, and we’ll leave as soon as the phaeton is brought around.”

“Very well, my lord. I can have your portmanteaus and trunk ready within thirty minutes.”

“Good.” Sin tucked his aunt’s missive into his pocket and left, hurrying down the hallway. Blood thundered through his veins. Thanks to this new development, his earlier ennui was not only gone, but forgotten. Finally, after six years, I’ve found you. Rose Balfour, your day of reckoning is at hand.

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  • Posted September 23, 2012

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    This was my first time reading Karen Hawkins and it will not be

    This was my first time reading Karen Hawkins and it will not be my last! This was a fun, sexy battle of wills between Rose and Lord Sinclair, aptly nicknamed Sin. Six years ago, the alluring Rose seduced Sin with her plain appearance but sparkling eyes and just as they are enjoying a very heated kiss, she pushes him into the fountain and the whole party quickly sees everything. And instead of properly apologizing, Rose's nerves get the best of her and she laughs....and everyone else quickly follows leading Sin to be the bearer of many 'Lord Fin' jokes in the years to follow and it does not help matters that Rose just up and disappeared and he has been unable to locate her all these years. Yet, he suddenly becomes aware of her identity by his aunt...who just happens to be Rose's godmother and the Duchess of Roxburghe knows it is time for this couple to re-meet and overcome their past. What follows is a delightful series of one-upmanships between Rose and Sin, as neither as the ability to back down from a challenge. But when one bet goes to far and forces Rose to flee again, will Sin see the truth of his heart, that is so obvious to everyone else?

    It was so much fun watching the plain, awkward Rose bloom into herself, full of confidence, independence, laughter, curiosity and a bit of stubbornness. She is the perfect foil to Sin with his roguish, controlled reputation and his need to be the best of everything. Together, their battle of wills, from archery to horse racing, leads to quite a few fun moments! I loved their first meeting after the incident...lets just say, library ladders will never be the same :) The secondary characters, including a pack of pugs, also add their own humor and prove to be worthy opponents in Sin's battle to get Rose alone and seduce her. I was a bit hesitant in the beginning as I do not really like when the hero sets out to seduce the heroine and that is it but Rose proves to be smarter than Sin anticipates and their relationship develops at a pace I really enjoyed as a result. Overall, a fun, feisty battle of wills! I can't wait for the next two stories featuring Rose's sisters! 4 stars

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  • Posted November 26, 2012

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    HOW TO CAPTURE A COUNTESS by Karen Hawkins is an exciting histor

    HOW TO CAPTURE A COUNTESS by Karen Hawkins is an exciting historical romance set in Floors Castle,Scotland. Fresh new series with a fresh new plot. Visit Floors Castle,Scotland and its cast of characters with their wicked ways,Scottish countryside,notorious rakehell,witty banter,nefarious plans,revenge,and a battle of the sexes. Meet, Lord Alton Sinclair,"Lord Sin" and Rose Balfour and follow them on a journey of love,passion,desire, and a battle of the sexes. Who will surrender in this intriguing,delightfully entertaining historical romance. Personal buy.

    RATING: 4.5

    HEAT RATING: MILD

    REVIEWED BY: AprilR, My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 25, 2012

    Hard to top the final book in the Hurst series by this author, b

    Hard to top the final book in the Hurst series by this author, but this fist instalment of the Duchess series comes close. Rose and Sin make a fun pair to read about. Some laugh out loud moments in this fast paced read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2012

    Highly recommend

    Enjoyable read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2012

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    Well written, humorous, engaging read! Loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2012

    Got Pugs?

    Karen Hawkins is one of my absolute favorite authors and this first entry of her latest series only reaffirms my opinion. Be prepared to laugh and fall in love with Sin and Rose and the amazing cast of secondary characters, including the scene stealing Roxburghe pugs! Can't wait for the next story in the series. Highly Recommend!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2012

    Laugh out loud read. The characters where great! Can't wait fo

    Laugh out loud read. The characters where great! Can't wait for the next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 22, 2012

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    Great read, very well paced. Finished it very quickly and would

    Great read, very well paced. Finished it very quickly and would recommend

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2012

    Amazing

    I loved this book it definitely kept me guessing and i couldn't put it down.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 23, 2014

    I love everything Karen Hawkins has written and I wait for her b

    I love everything Karen Hawkins has written and I wait for her books to be published. This book was the first in the three book series of Duchess Diaries. I so loved this book. Sinclair was the perfect hero. Rose was the best of the best heroines. Their story was a span of years and that added to the story. I was glad Rose didn't give in and cater to Sin's whims. Truly a love story. The Duchess Margaret and her companion Charlotte added to the story. The dogs did in their own way also.

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  • Posted February 22, 2014

    Karen Hawkins has always written really good books,  but I belie

    Karen Hawkins has always written really good books,  but I believe I enjoyed this one a little more than the others.  Rose and Sinclair's
    antics were really funny which made the book even better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2013

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    Whoa! He's soooo nice! Not. Lol. I can only imagine what Manitoba's reaction to Heather in those clothes was. Mike is really smart!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2013

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    Very suspenseful! Good job!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2013

    CAPTURED a Total Drama fanfic ch. 10

    Mike's Pov <br> My muscles ached by the time we finally reached the security room. Svetlana had climbed tree after tree, and Manitoba had buried countless cameras, making my hands now caked in mud. I wasn't the only one who was exhausted. <br> Heather collapsed with a groan on the floor and Brick leaned agnst the wall beside her. Only Jo seemed untaxed by the physical exertion. <br> She walked over to the moniters and quickly surveyed them, "there's nothing helpful on these," she scowled, "we came all this way for nothing." <br> Heather glared at her, "you're kidding me right? Way to ruin everything Jo!" <br> "Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions," I walked shakily over to the screens and pointed at one, "look, this one shows footprints in a place we've yet to go, and this one," I moved my finger, shows a very odd looking indention in the rocks." Jo studied it closly. <br> "I see it now! Nice eye!" <br> "So we just head towards the weird rock," Heather stated, "easy." <br> "Don't be so sure," we jumped as the loudspeaker turned on, "things can't be too easy, can they?" The screens on the moniters turned static and the speaker clicked off. <br> I felt my spirits drop and I turned to face the others, "well-" I was interrupted by a gasp. I whirled around. <br> On the screens, a whole new scene was being shown. Each moniter had a different camper on it. I quickly noticed that they were all in cells and shackled to the wall. I shivered, remembering the feeling to well. <br> "Are they dead?" Brick asked, and I surveyed the screens. <br> "No, they're asleep," Heather replied, "besides, Brigette's moving, so is Izzy, and Gwen, and Zoey." <br> My heart skipped a beat, "Zoey!" I found her screen and searched her image for any signs of harm, there weren't any visible ones save for the caging and shakeling. <br> From the screens, we could hear voices, though the were quiet. Jo found the volume and noise filled the room. <br> "Help, let me out of here!" That was Gwen. <br> A sob, Zoey this time. <br> "I went to the zoo and I saw a meerkat and a chiuahua and an Izzy!" That was undeniably Izzy. <br> Then came an exchange of words that chilled my bones, "where's Trent?" It was Brigette. <br> A man replied, "let's just say that he wasn't cooperating, and you, Brigette, you should onsider yourself lucky." <br> Bu bum bum! Review! -Fern

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  • Posted November 10, 2013

    Loved this book! This was my first Karen Hawkins book and I pu

    Loved this book! This was my first Karen Hawkins book and I purchased 2 others. Unfortunately, the other 2 did not live up to this book. Rose &amp; Sin are a delightful couple.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2013

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    Karen Hawkins has the code book for writing the best of the roma

    Karen Hawkins has the code book for writing the best of the romance genre. Is it any wonder that her adopted motto is &quot;Love ad Laughter&quot; on every page. Having read almost all of Ms. Hawkins' books, I have found each one new and refreshing, where as she has &quot;the code&quot; none of her books smack of formula writing. I have found each one a brand new tale of love and some times hilarious circumstances. The tale of Rose and Lord Sin, under the watchful Duchess of Roxburghe (the consummate matchmaker known throughout the high and lowlands of Scotland), has taken it upon herself to make a match made this side of heaven. The story of Lord Sin and Rose is one borne of humiliation, but woven together with Ms. Hawkins' own brand of unexpected magic. You will be thankful that this is only one of three of the new series featuring The Duchess of Roxburghe plots to make sure that her “goddaughters” find good matches. So grab your favorite reading place and prepare yourself for another of Karen Hawkins' fantastic reads. Where Karen Hawkins' books are concerned, mand meets women, and flames ignite!

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