One Night With a Princeby Sabrina Jeffries
Continuing her irresistible Royal Brotherhood Series, bestselling author Sabrina Jeffries introduces the third of three half-noble half brothers— the brashest rogue in all of London.
Proper Lady Christabel, the Marchioness of Haversham, is desperate to regain some letters that could destroy her—so desperate that she pretends to be the mistress/b>
Continuing her irresistible Royal Brotherhood Series, bestselling author Sabrina Jeffries introduces the third of three half-noble half brothers— the brashest rogue in all of London.
Proper Lady Christabel, the Marchioness of Haversham, is desperate to regain some letters that could destroy her—so desperate that she pretends to be the mistress of notorious gaming-club owner Gavin Byrne to accompany him to a scandalous house party where she can reclaim them. But when she agreed to let Byrne coach her on how a true mistress behaves, she never suspected how very . . . persuasive his wicked lessons would be.
Gavin is secretly determined to find the letters himself and use them for revenge against the noble sire who abandoned him to grow up in London’s worst slums. He’s also delighted at how very successful his “mistress lessons” are: it won’t be long before the luscious young widow is in his bed. But when Christabel catches Gavin in his own seductive net, he faces a difficult choice: to wreak the vengeance he’s planned all his life, or to protect the woman he may—to his own astonishment—need more than revenge.
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One Night With a Prince
By Sabrina Jeffries
Pocket Star BooksCopyright © 2005 Deborah Gonzales
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When choosing a lover, I made sure we both agreed to the terms of the liaison, so there would be no recriminations later. - Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress
Sometimes having half brothers was a bloody nuisance.
Gavin Byrne scowled at them both. The youngest - Alexander Black, the Earl of Iversley - was the only one of them whose mother had waited until he was full-grown to tell him that his real father was the Prince of Wales. Next came Marcus North, the Viscount Draker, whose massive build and scandalous past still had society calling him the Dragon Viscount. Draker had known their father most of his life and did not consider that a good thing.
It was Draker's study that they stood in now. And it was Draker who was behind this insanity.
"You want me to do what?" Gavin bit out.
Draker exchanged a glance with Iversley. "Perhaps our older brother is losing his hearing."
Iversley chuckled. "Perhaps so, now that he's in his dotage."
Gavin rolled his eyes. "I could whip you pups with one hand tied behind my back. And if you think wounding my vanity will provoke me into doing this, you've obviously forgotten whom you're dealing with. I was manipulating men before you grew hair on your ballocks." Though he should have suspected something when Draker asked him to arrive early for dinner. Gavin selected a prime cigar from the oak box on his brother's desk. "Why in hell would I do a favor for Prinny anyway?"
"For the reward, of course," Draker said. "Prinny is offering you a barony."
Ignoring the instant leap in his pulse, Gavin lit his cigar. A title wouldn't make up for spending the first twenty years of his life being called Byblow Byrne to his face, and the last fifteen being called it behind his back. It couldn't erase the stigma of being Prinny's unclaimed bastard.
Besides, he already possessed everything he required. His gentlemen's club had made him wealthy beyond his wildest expectations, he never lacked for a woman in his bed, and his friends were all viscounts, earls, and dukes.
All right, so perhaps those friends weren't the enduring sort, more interested in his wit than his welfare. And perhaps he was sometimes painfully aware of that invisible line of illegitimacy that separated him from them, despite his royal blood. But that was nothing to him. "Why should I care about a barony?"
"If you don't care for your own sake," Iversley said, "consider your future children. Your first legitimate son would inherit the title."
Gavin snorted. "That's no incentive. I don't plan to marry or sire a 'legitimate son.' With luck, I won't sire any children at all."
"Then consider this." Draker eyed him closely. "Titles are bestowed in Parliament by the Regent himself. It's the closest you'll ever get to having Prinny acknowledge that you're his son."
Now that gave him pause. The idea of Prinny being forced publicly to give a title to the bastard he'd denied for years was enormously tempting. Even if it was only a fraction of what he wanted from the man. "He agreed to that?"
"He did," Draker said.
Gavin chomped down on his cigar. "That doesn't mean he can't renege."
"He won't," Iversley insisted.
"He has before." His brothers knew what Prinny had done to Gavin's mother.
"I'll make sure he keeps his word," Draker said.
"Ah, yes," Gavin said dryly. "Now that you and our sire are such fast friends, you think you have some influence over him."
Draker snorted. "We'll never be fast friends, but to his credit, he's begun to regret his past actions. So yes, I have some influence over him."
Gavin shook his head. "I swear, you and Iversley have gone soft. Ever since you settled down with your pretty wives, you see the world through a haze of sentimental nonsense."
Hearing envy creep into his voice, Gavin ruthlessly squelched it. He didn't envy his brothers their contented marriages. He liked his life - liked being his own man, liked his easy, nonthreatening liaisons with the married women who turned to him for a few hours of wickedness here and there.
He liked being essentially alone and rootless. A scowl knit his brow. "So what must I do to gain this dubious reward?"
Iversley relaxed. "It's nothing, really. Convince Lord Stokely to invite a certain widow to the annual house party he throws for his gambling friends."
"How do you know about that?" Gavin asked.
"Prinny has his spies," Draker put in.
Gavin knocked some ash from his cigar into the tin bowl Draker kept for that purpose. "I take it that the woman is one of them? Or one of his mistresses?"
Iversley shook his head. "She's definitely not Prinny's mistress. And I would guess, having met her, that she's not a spy either."
"Stokely is very particular about his guests. They have to be adept at whist and comfortable with wickedness, not to mention discreet. Is she?"
Draker looked blank. "I'm sure she can be discreet, under the circumstances. I suppose she could pretend to be comfortable with wickedness, but I have no clue if Lady Haversham is any good at -"
"Wait a minute - the Marchioness of Haversham? She's the one you want Stokely to invite? Are you insane?"
That seemed to catch Draker offguard. "She's not your average marchioness," he said defensively. "She's General Lyon's daughter."
"That's probably why the bloody chit nearly blew my head off a year ago," Gavin said.
Draker blinked. "You've met her?"
"If you could call it that." An image rose instantly in Gavin's mind, of a small, raven-haired lass with a very large gun. "I rode out to speak to her husband at his estate about his mounting debt at the Blue Swan, and she put a hole in my cabriolet - not to mention my hat."
Iversley smothered a laugh. "You mean, she didn't take a liking to you at once, like the other ladies in society?"
Gavin arched one eyebrow. "Apparently the good Lady Haversham didn't approve of her husband's gambling. She was reloading her repeating rifle when Haversham himself came out and coaxed her inside. Otherwise, I'd probably be missing a crucial piece of my anatomy."
He shook his head. "That termagant could never blend in at Stokely's, even if the man would invite her. She's clearly opposed to gambling, and probably wickedness, too." Gavin scowled. "I take it she didn't tell you of our disastrous first meeting?"
"No," Draker admitted. "And if it was so disastrous, why did she choose your name from among the list of guests Prinny procured?"
"She probably wants to get close enough not to miss this time," Gavin said. "With Haversham dead, she's settling old scores. How did he die, anyway? Did she shoot at him, too?"
"Nothing like that."
"Well, I didn't kill the man, if that's what this is about. He paid me in full right before he died, so I had no reason to wish him dead."
"She knows that. Besides, he died in a fall from a horse." Draker poured himself some brandy. "And how he died has nothing to do with it."
"But you don't know what does," Gavin remarked.
"Prinny wouldn't say, so you'll have to ask her yourself." With a sly glance, he added, "Unless you're too afraid of the woman to talk to her."
Gavin snorted. Yet another attempt to coerce him by pricking his pride. Hadn't Draker learned by now that he could see through such ploys? "I'll let the woman speak her piece. But she'd better be unarmed for the meeting."
Iversley shot Draker a smile. "What do you say, Draker? Shall you search Lady Haversham now or shall I?"
"She's here?" Gavin growled. "Have you lost your mind? You let her in your house, around your wife and son? Did you lock up your firearms first?"
Draker scowled. "We had to arrange a meeting between you and her that no one would find suspicious, so you're both here for dinner. But she can't be as bad as you say. The woman seems perfectly amiable, if a little ... well -"
"If that's what you call it," Gavin muttered. "Fine, go fetch the wench. After I hear why she wants to drag me into this, I'll consider your proposal."
Draker nodded and left the room with Iversley. Only a minute passed before Lady Haversham herself marched in. Up close, she was prettier than he remembered, despite her awful widow's weeds and lopsided coiffure. She also looked quite fierce for a woman who came up only to his chin - a little spitfire with snapping green eyes and an impudent nose.
He stubbed out his cigar, though he wasn't sure why he bothered. Despite her title, Lady Haversham was no lady. She was a soldier in skirts.
"Good evening, Mr. Byrne." She thrust out her blackgloved hand as boldly as any man.
Gavin took it in a firm grip, then in one quick motion, jerked her around so he could clamp an arm about her waist and hold her still from behind while he smoothed his other hand down her starched wool gown.
She began to struggle. "What the devil -"
"Be still," he growled. "I'm making sure you didn't pack a pistol in some pocket."
"Oh, for pity's sake," she muttered, but stopped fighting him. After a moment of enduring the indignity of having his hands on her, she snapped, "My pistol is in my reticule, which is sitting in Lord Draker's drawing room. All right?"
The woman was a walking arsenal. "All right." He released her, not because of what she'd said, but because running his hands over her petite but surprisingly womanly figure had perversely aroused him. He didn't want her to know it, however - the female was liable to shoot off his cock for its impertinence.
She faced him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well? Will you help me?"
Nothing like going to the heart of the matter. "Why me?" he countered. "The last time we met, you weren't exactly impressed with my credentials."
A small smile touched her lips. "You mean I nearly put a hole in your credentials. I suppose I should apologize for that."
"That would be a good start."
She lifted her chin. "I was only trying to save Philip from certain ruin."
"Ruin! Your husband paid off his debt easily enough."
A weary sadness passed over her face. "Yes, he did. He gained the money by selling to Lord Stokely something belonging to my family."
Suddenly, things began to make more sense. "That's why you want an invitation to Stokely's. To retrieve your property. Or more accurately, to steal it."
"If I could buy it back, I would. But Lord Stokely won't sell."
"You asked him?"
"His Highness asked him." When Gavin's eyes narrowed, she added hastily, "On behalf of my family, of course."
Not bloody likely. Prinny didn't have a philanthropic bone in his body. Whatever her property was, Prinny clearly had a vested interest in it. Otherwise, he would never offer Gavin a barony to help recover it.
"How can you be sure it's at Stokely's estate? He has a town house. He might even possess a special vault at a bank."
"He would never let it that far out of his sight. Besides, his town house has only a couple of servants in residence; it would be too easy to break into. He wouldn't take that chance."
"Yet you think he'd take the chance of inviting you to attend his party, knowing that he has something you want that he won't sell to you."
"He doesn't know that I know he has it."
"I beg your pardon?"
"My husband told Lord Stokely that he'd received it from Papa, when in reality, Papa had given it to me, and Philip had stolen it without my knowledge. I didn't even realize it was gone until Lord Stokely wrote to His Highness about it and the prince summoned me to London."
"Why in God's name would Stokely write His Highness?"
She blinked, as if realizing she'd said too much. "I-I have no idea."
Liar. For the moment he let it pass. "And how does this tangled web concern me?"
She arched one eloquent eyebrow.
"Ah, you've decided I should help you steal your property back because your husband sold it to pay me."
"If he hadn't gambled with you -"
"- he would have gambled with someone else. Your late husband's weakness for cards isn't my problem, Lady Haversham."
"I should have known a man like you would have no conscience."
"Yes, you should have." When she glared at him, he added, "It's all moot, anyway. There's only a slim chance I could help you even if I wanted to."
"What do you mean?"
He laughed mercilessly. "Stokely only invites a certain type of person to his house party, and you're not it."
"Because I'm not a gambler."
"Because you're not a certain sort of gambler." Gavin lit a new cigar and took a long puff. "However, I might consider retrieving your property for you -"
"No," she said tersely. "I have to retrieve it myself."
What the bloody hell could this mysterious property of hers be? "At least tell me what you wish to steal and why."
She stiffened. "I can't do that. And if you insist upon it, I shall have to ask someone else to help me."
"Fine. If I can't get you into that party, though, no one else can."
An expression of sheer incredulity spread over her pretty features. "Didn't they tell you that you'll gain a barony out of it?"
"I've succeeded very well until now without one, so that's not much of an inducement."
"What if I said that helping me would be a service to your country?"
He laughed. "That's even less of an inducement. What has my country ever done for me that I should put myself out for it?"
She looked exasperated. "It's not as if it would be much trouble for you. You merely need to convince Lord Stokely to invite me to his house party. Just tell him I'm your whist partner or something."
"Do you play whist with any competence?"
She stuck out her chin. "I can manage well enough."
The chit was lying again. Badly. "Stokely is always my partner." Gavin dragged hard on his cigar. "Besides, his house party includes a very scandalous set - his friends would shock you."
"I'm not that easy to shock. Remember, I spent many years abroad. I've seen more than the average Englishwoman."
He'd wager she'd never seen anything like Stokely's party. "All the same, it can't be done. Stokely only invites longtime gamblers whose playing he knows."
She frowned. "Other people on the guest list don't fit that description - like Captain Jones."
"True, but his mistress, Lady Hungate, does. That's also why Lord Hungate and his mistress will be there. You only get an invitation to Stokely's by being a serious gambler or a serious gambler's lover, spouse, or mistress."
Her face brightened. "Why didn't you say so? You can get me invited as your mistress!"
He stared at her. Few people could astonish him; the hot-headed Lady Haversham had done so twice. This was the most novel invitation he'd ever received.
And oddly enough, the most intriguing.
He trailed his gaze down her body, lingering over her ample bosom and the black fabric that hid what he'd discovered was a trim waist and nicely plump arse.
When she blushed, he nearly laughed aloud. The woman screamed innocence, so why the devil was she offering him this?
Dropping her gaze from his blatant one, she said, "You're not taking a mistress to the affair already, are you? I know that you and Lady Jenner -"
"Not anymore." He stubbed out his cigar. "I'm between mistresses at present. But you can't be serious about this."
"Why not? I realize I'm not the sort of female you generally prefer -"
"You mean, the sort who don't shoot at me?"
She scowled. "I mean, the statuesque, blond, shameless sort rumored to hang on your arm at every social event."
"You seem to know a great deal more about me than I know about you."
"Your preference for a certain type of female is legendary. I can't alter my height and my coloring - or the fact that I get what I want using my brain, not my bosom - but I believe that with some tutoring, I could make a convincing enough mistress."
"You'd require more than tutoring." Taking her by surprise, he snatched out the demure black fichu tucked into the bodice of her gown. "You'd have to shed these abysmal widow's weeds, for one thing. No one would ever believe I'd go about with a woman dressed like a crow."
Her gaze locked with his, fiercely defiant. "And I suppose you'll expect me to cut off my unfashionably long hair and torture it into silly curls -"
"No, nothing so drastic." He liked long hair and he couldn't wait to take hers down. "But you could use the services of a lady's maid to dress it better."
She stiffened. "I have a lady's maid. She's just not that good with hair."
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Sabrina Jeffries is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of several Regency-set historical romance series, including the Royal Brotherhood, the School for Heiresses, the Hellions of Halstead Hall, the Duke’s Men, and the Sinful Suitors. Whatever time is not spent writing in a coffee-fueled haze is spent traveling with her husband and adult autistic son or indulging in one of her passions: jigsaw puzzles, chocolate, music, and costume parties. With more than eight million books in print in twenty languages, the North Carolina author never regrets tossing a budding career in academics for the sheer joy of writing fun fiction and hopes that one day a book of hers will end up saving the world. She always dreams big.
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I looked forward to this book with Gavin Byrne. I was curious what kind of woman would end up "reforming" him of his rapscallion ways. The story was entertaining and had a few moments of drama that made it worthwhile and enjoyable.
Ms.Jeffries is a high-quality writer that keeps my interest throughout the book and gives me that feeling to read her next book. I have not been disappointed again! Another dazzling and intriguing story by Ms. Jeffries I liked the characters Gavin and Christabel. loved everything about this book and it was hard for me to put it down I would recommend this book to anyone because it is just a great one
Love all Sabrina Jeffries books!!! This is my all time favorite!
Though predictable and formulaic,One Night with a Prince was a fun read. The characters (including secondary characters) are well developed, and I came to care what happened to them. Definitely worth a read.
If you liked the dragon in the last book, then strap yourself in and get ready to read about the roughest brother of them all. This is the first series that I have ever read by this author and let me tell ya, it has been awesome! I can't wait to dive into another series! Both characters in this series are tough as nails! The lady of the story is attempting to do something she has never done before to hide her secrets and the leading gentleman is more than happy to assist as long as he can discover what she is hiding as well as keep his secrets safe aa well! Awesome story! Definately goes to my keeper shelf!
Again another book that I enjoyed and hate to have the series end. I have become of fan of Ms. Jeffries and will be hunting for more of her books. The three half brothers adventures are something you will enjoy and almost wish their were more brothers out there to overcome their heritage of being the children of a king who really had no use for his sons except for possible political reasons. Purchase this series of the Royal Brotherhood and enjoy, just don't rush thru them, go slow and savor all three books.