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Miss Lavigne's Little White Lie
     

Miss Lavigne's Little White Lie

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by Samantha Grace
 

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A Scoundrel Drives a Hard Bargain...But a Lady Always Gets the Upper Hand

Spirited and determined to protect her young brother at any cost, Lisette Lavigne is desperate to flee New Orleans. There's only one ship sailing to England, though, and the rakish Captain Daniel Hillary will only allow Lisette's family aboard for a very

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A Scoundrel Drives a Hard Bargain...But a Lady Always Gets the Upper Hand

Spirited and determined to protect her young brother at any cost, Lisette Lavigne is desperate to flee New Orleans. There's only one ship sailing to England, though, and the rakish Captain Daniel Hillary will only allow Lisette's family aboard for a very steep price...

Daniel prides himself on running a tight ship, and he knows a lady will be nothing but trouble on a long voyage. Yet he can't help but break his own ironclad rules when Lisette persuades him that being gentlemanly just this once is his wisest course of action...

Beau Monde series:
Miss Hillary Schools a Scoundrel
Lady Amelia's Mess and a Half
Miss Lavigne's Little White Lie
Lady Vivian Defies a Duke

Praise for Samantha Grace:
"Evocative...There's a charm in Grace's prose that will delight readers."-RT Book Reviews
"Grace's fabulously fun debut will dazzle readers with its endearingly outspoken heroine and devilishly rakish hero."-Booklist
"Clever, spicy, and fresh from beginning to end."-Amelia Grey, Award-winning author of A Gentleman Never Tells
"A delightfully witty romp seasoned with an irresistible dash of intrigue and passion. Samantha Grace is an author to watch!"-Shana Galen, Award-winning author of Lord and Lady Spy

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Passion and intrigue are deftly woven together in Grace’s splendid third romantic adventure (after Lady Amelia’s Mess and a Half) featuring the Hillary family. Lisette Lavigne will do anything to escape 1818 New Orleans and the clutches of her loathsome fiancé. Fearing for herself and her brother, Rafe, she tries to secure passage on a ship captained by handsome Daniel Hillary. Daniel mistakenly believes Lisette to be a widow, and she encourages this belief when he agrees to take her and Rafe to England and suggests her sexual favors might sweeten the trip. The love/hate relationship between Daniel and Lisette is just as enticing as their simmering desire. Grace’s talent for crafting multidimensional characters is particularly evident in her portrayal of Rafe, whom modern readers will recognize as autistic. The suspense and intrigue are well tuned and the humor is subtle and charming, much like the novel as a whole. Agent: Nephele Tempest, the Knight Agency. (Oct.)
From the Publisher
"The suspense and intrigue are well tuned and the humor is subtle and charming, much like the novel as a whole. Starred Review." - Publishers Weekly

""The characters are colorful, the research on target." -- RT Book Reviews" - RT Book Reviews

"Overall, this was a really enjoyable read. " - Books Like Breathing

"This is a very original historical romance story and I liked that. Like I said it had a lot of twist and turns, action and suspense which made it a very entertaining read and I would recommend it to all Historical Romance fans. I think you'll really enjoy it." - Romance Book Junkies

"A delightful, witty romance with a dashing sea captain and a stubborn woman bent on protecting her family against all odds that will leave you cheering and sighing with delight. " - Rogues Under the Covers

"I really hope this series carries on through a few more books, because I really love to read Samantha Grace." - Confessions of a Toxic Friend

"I enjoy this author's stories. They are full of witty banter,danger,romance,passion,intrigue,betrayal,secrets and love." - My Book Addiction Reviews

"Ms. Grace's smooth flowing style of writing and descriptive language brings the story to life for her readers. " - Romance Junkies

"I loved the story with it's smooth flowing style, dastardly evil counterpoints mashing against all the good that's flowing around and the hot steamy scenes that take place behind closed doors and in the open air of the gardens." - Yankee Romance Reviewers

"However, this piece is a great read I'd recommend to anyone. If you're looking for a spin on a crazy, romantic ride — this is the book for you. " - Romantic Romp

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781402258374
Publisher:
Sourcebooks
Publication date:
10/02/2012
Pages:
416
Sales rank:
673,601
Product dimensions:
4.36(w) x 6.72(h) x 1.08(d)

Read an Excerpt

One

New Orleans

June 20, 1818

Grandmamma had always said nothing good happened under the cloak of darkness. The witching hour was ripe with men practicing their evil. Therefore, it was with much trepidation that Lisette Lavigne huddled together with her younger brother and cousin in the shadowy gardens of Passebon House, praying the night would conceal their escape from the wickedest of men, her betrothed.

The coarse language of Louis Reynaud's men carried on the sluggish air. They made no attempt to hide their presence outside the gate of her father's Vieux Carré home, and hadn't since their arrival two days earlier. The men had even followed her on a shopping excursion to Rue Royale earlier in the day, confirming her suspicions. Her betrothed sensed she no longer wished to marry him, and he had no intentions of releasing her from their agreement.

Her brother shifted and whimpered softly. Hiding in the gardens rather than being tucked into bed at this hour would disturb any child, but to one with Rafe's temperament, a fit of temper could ensue at any moment.

Their cousin, Serafine Vistoire, placed a comforting arm around his shoulders. "There, there, sweet child," she murmured. "Look for your stars."

Rafe rocked side to side as he searched the star-splattered sky, soothing himself, at least for the time being.

The deafening trill of cicadas pierced the night, their ever-rising call tweaking Lisette's taut nerves. She forced herself to slow her breathing.

"Where are they?" Lisette whispered. "Monsieur Baptiste said midnight."

Serafine nodded. The whites of her eyes stood out in the darkness.

What if they didn't come? The wedding was in two days. This would be their only chance to flee. Lisette's fingers tightened on her bombazine skirts until her knuckles ached.

"Good evening, messieurs." A throaty laugh floated on the heavy air, the call of a temptress. Relief flooded through Lisette. The distraction had arrived at last.

"Sacre bleu!" one of the men yelped. "Are ya seeing what I see?"

"Whores. Whatta they doing here?"

"Perfect night to take exercise," one of the women purred. "Wouldn't you agree, gents?"

Her companion chuckled, her voice heavy with seductive promise. "Oui. Two virile messieurs like you must take exercise often."

Reynaud's man uttered a combination of unspeakable words that might have impressed Lisette under different circumstances, for he excelled at the art of vulgarity. She considered herself an expert, having developed an ear for inappropriate language while visiting Papa at the waterfront.

Rafe wiggled, his control nearing the limits.

Sweet Mary. This had best work, and quickly.

"Just for a bit? S'il vous plaît."

"Damn," one of the guards muttered. "I'm gonna hate myself for this, but we can't leave our posts."

Really, the man's integrity was shocking. How did one go about locating such upstanding criminals?

"May I share a secret, mister?"

"I s'ppose. What kind of secret?"

"As your friend implied, a pair of whores do not happen by on a lark. Perhaps you should think of us as a reward for a job well done."

"Reynaud sent you?"

Lisette held her breath as she waited for the woman's response.

"Shh. 'Tis a secret, remember?"

Both men chuckled as if they couldn't believe their good fortune. And anyone with sense would know better. Lisette was barely acquainted with her betrothed, and yet she understood he did nothing that benefitted anyone aside from himself.

"Ain't no harm in exercise, right?"

"Splendid. This way, sir, where we may enjoy some privacy."

"What about here? In the garden."

Lisette froze like a rabbit that had spotted the family pet. If the women led them through the gate, she and her family would be discovered. Frantic, she searched for a place to retreat among the potted flowers and garden statues.

"Flowers make me sneeze, monsieur. But I know a better spot for amorous sport."

Their voices faded as they moved away from the house.

Lisette crept from their hiding place and slung the bag of their belongings over her shoulder. "We must go quickly."

Seeing no one else outside on the walk, she pushed open the gate and captured her brother's hand. Dressed in all black to blend with the night, they headed toward the wharf.

No one spoke as they crossed Rue de Chartres. Moss draped like gauze from the gnarled limbs of the trees as they drew closer to the river.

Rafe dragged on her arm, forcing Lisette to stop. "I want to go home."

She reassuringly squeezed his hand and urged him forward. "But we have a surprise for you, remember?"

"I want to go home."

Serafine tugged his other arm. "Not now, ma biche. We must hurry."

Rafe had maintained excellent control up to this point, donning black clothing despite his abhorrence of the color and kneeling in the garden where dirt might soil his hands. Expecting anything more from him seemed unfair, but they required his cooperation now more than ever.

Lisette crouched at his level. "Shall I reveal the surprise now? We are sailing on a ship."

"A ship?" A twinge of interest colored his voice.

"Yes, a majestic ship called the Cecily. We must sleep close to the port for we cannot miss our ship."

"Cannot miss the Cecily." Rafe resumed his measured strides. "Baltimore flyer, clipper, frigate, Indiaman." He recited the types of ships he knew with a note of excitement.

She had handled her brother without much difficulty this time. Now if only they could enter The Abyss without drawing notice. Reynaud had nefarious connections all over New Orleans, and hiding among the derelict of the city was a risky endeavor. What manner of man must the captain of the Cecily be to commune with petty thieves and cutthroats?

Lisette forced her concerns to the edges of her consciousness. Captain Hillary's ship was the only ship departing for England and provided the sole means of protecting her brother. Nothing would deter her when it came to keeping Rafe safe.

***

Captain Daniel Hillary loved two simple pleasures in life: a woman's supple curves beneath his body and his Indiaman with sails unfurled, forging through the ocean waves. But damn it to hell, women and the sea didn't mix, and based upon Paulina's determined eyes staring up at him, he was in for a row.

Why she chose to make her request before they had taken their pleasure was beyond him. They were still wearing their clothes, for the love of God.

He rolled off his handsome mistress and flopped to his back. "I don't allow women aboard the Cecily. End of discussion."

Paulina lifted to her elbow and frowned down at him. Her mussed chestnut hair made her appear as if she'd already been tumbled, increasing his discomfort. "That is untrue. What of the beautiful blond woman?"

"She's my brother's intended. I can't leave her in New Orleans." He reached for Paulina, but she jerked back. "I'll leave more money this time. You will never know I'm gone."

She leaned over to nip his earlobe then trailed kisses down his neck. This was more like it. "It-is-not-the-money-I-want." She spoke between pecks, unwilling to abandon the topic after all.

Daniel sighed. Paulina resided in luxury. She would not forfeit her comfort for weeks on a bloody ship, which meant she had another objective. He lifted her chin to look at him.

"Tell me what you want, and don't insult my intelligence by claiming you only want me."

He was aware of her other gentlemen benefactors, even if she believed herself discreet. His connections kept him abreast of the happenings in New Orleans, and the reports on Paulina's indiscretions could keep him occupied for the better part of a day. If he cared to listen.

She sat back on her haunches and pushed out her bottom lip. "Don't you want to be with me all the time?"

He linked his fingers behind his head. Paulina was a talented woman who knew how to please him, but he didn't want to be with her all the time. He didn't wish to be with any woman all the time, not after Cecily.

"I'm content with our arrangement." He didn't bother to tread lightly with her sensibilities.

As he expected, no hurt crossed Paulina's face, only irritation. "Very well, but I would like some security. You spend more time in England than here now. I don't enjoy your protection as I once did. Nor do you bring me beautiful trinkets as in the beginning. I am not getting any younger, Daniel. My beauty will fade and my prospects will dwindle. I need to know I won't end up in the streets."

He cocked a brow. "This isn't your attempt at proposing marriage, I hope."

"You mock me." She crawled toward the edge of the bed.

"Wait." Grasping her around the waist, he pulled her back.

Paulina had been an accommodating mistress these last two years. He supposed he could fulfill one of her wishes, if they could get on with other matters.

"Tell me what you really want, my dear, and dispatch with the theatrics."

She turned in his embrace, victory shining in the depths of her brown eyes. "There is a house I fancy. I wish you to purchase it in my name."

"A house?"

He glanced around the exquisite boudoir with the Turkish carpet, gilded mirrors, and silk curtains, all gifts he had given her. Not to mention that horrendous ruby amulet she draped around her neck, the fruits of her last sulk. It was a wonder she didn't walk hunched over from the weight.

When he had offered his protection, her home had required an extensive remodeling. He could ascertain no good reason to fund a different residence. "There's nothing wrong with this one."

She scooted to the far edge of the bed out of his reach and crossed her arms. "It is too small. In fact, the lack of space troubles me to the point where I fear I cannot perform my duties this evening." She tossed a sultry look over her shoulder. "A simple promise from you, however, would ease my mind."

Her petulant behavior was growing tiresome. Too tiresome. They had been through similar pouts when he'd last visited.

"Very well," he conceded, "then we shall consider our affair settled."

Paulina's eyes widened. "Pardon? Settled in what way?"

He climbed from the bed and fastened his trousers, no longer interested in satisfying his lust with her. "My man of business will complete the transaction." He shrugged on his waistcoat before grabbing his boots and jacket. "Consider the house your severance. Your services are no longer required."

Paulina gaped, frozen to the spot on the bed. "But, Daniel. You cannot-oh, Daniel, don't, please." She burst into tears, burying her face in her hands.

He stood there in awkward silence while she sobbed. Devil take it. What was he to do now? After all, she might genuinely hold a tendre for him.

Daniel took a step forward, prepared to offer a retraction, but Paulina chose that moment to peek at him.

Her dry eyes sent a flood of indignation rattling through his veins. Was there a bloody woman alive who didn't use tears to advance her agenda?

"Do give my best to Anderson and Molyneux." Plopping his hat on his head, he spun on his heel and stalked from the premises with no intentions of ever looking back.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher
"This is the first book by the author that I've read and will not be the last. " - Under the Boardwalk

"Miss Lavigne's Little White Lie by Samantha Grace has a special kind of charm and a beautiful love story." - Long and Short Reviews

"Samantha Grace's newest book titled "Miss Lavigne's Little White Lie" was an entertaining historical romance. " - Netgalley Review

Meet the Author

Historical romance author Samantha Grace discovered the appeal of a great love story when she was just a young girl, thanks to Disney's Robin Hood. She didn't care that Robin Hood and Maid Marian were cartoon animals. It was her first happily-ever-after experience and she didn't want the warm fuzzies to end. Now Samantha enjoys creating her own happy-endings for characters that spring from her imagination. Publisher's Weekly describes her stories as "fresh and romantic" with subtle humor and charm. Samantha describes romance writing as the best job ever.

Part-time hospice social worker, moonlighting author, and pilates nut, she enjoys a happy and hectic life with her real life hero and two kids in the Midwest. Visit her at: www.samanthagraceauthor.com.

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Miss Lavigne's Little White Lie 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
DComfort More than 1 year ago
REVIEW: This piece did not disappoint! It’s no secret that I’m a fan of Historicals and I’ve read quite a few. This piece took on a whole new approach to the typical historical you come in contact with. I love the spin the author put on this and think it was on key to be set on ship. The lovely humor went a long way from taking away from the tremor riding in the background. There was a lot of drama, but well placed at that. I think both characters were very well built and I felt the attraction building as I read. The only reason I gave this 4 and ½ stars was due to the fact that at times, it seemed as if the book had a lull to it. Some extra words in the sentences seemed to confuse me to the point where I had to read it over and over again. However, this piece is a great read I’d recommend to anyone. If you’re looking for a spin on a crazy, romantic ride – this is the book for you.
BigRube More than 1 year ago
I've really gotten into the novels by Ms Grace. So many delightful heroes to sigh over, and this story is no exception. But, in addition to the romance, I really enjoy stories that make me laugh, and that's where this one sparkles.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Had to force myself to finish this one. Not her best effort.
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I lost interest by the middle of the book.