Portrait of a Scandal (Harlequin Historical Series #1172) [NOOK Book]

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HE HAS TAKEN HER TO HEAVEN, HELL AND BACK AGAIN…

Her heart and hope long since shattered, Amethyst Dalby is content with her life as an independent woman. With wealth of her own, and no one to answer to, she is free to live as she pleases.

Until a trip to Paris throws her into contact with the one man who still has a hold over her—the bitter but still devastatingly sensual Nathan Harcourt! Living as an artist, this highborn gentleman has been ...

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Portrait of a Scandal (Harlequin Historical Series #1172)

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Overview


HE HAS TAKEN HER TO HEAVEN, HELL AND BACK AGAIN…

Her heart and hope long since shattered, Amethyst Dalby is content with her life as an independent woman. With wealth of her own, and no one to answer to, she is free to live as she pleases.

Until a trip to Paris throws her into contact with the one man who still has a hold over her—the bitter but still devastatingly sensual Nathan Harcourt! Living as an artist, this highborn gentleman has been brought low by scandal—and he is determined to show Amethyst that life is much more fun if you walk on the dark side….

"A beautiful, poignant, sensual story." —RT Book Reviews on A Countess by Christmas

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460325209
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 2/1/2014
  • Series: Harlequin Historical Series , #1172
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 359,108
  • File size: 274 KB

Meet the Author


Annie Burrows love of stories meant that when she was old enough to go to university, she chose to do English literature. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do beyond that, but one day, when her youngest child was at senior school, she began to wonder if all those daydreams that had kept her mind occupied whilst carrying out mundane chores, would provide similar pleasure to other women. She was right… and Annie hasn’t looked back since!

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'Madame, je vous assure, there is no need to inspect the kitchens.'

'Mademoiselle,' retorted Amethyst firmly as she pushed past Monsieur Le Brun-or Monsieur Le Prune, as she'd come to think of him, so wrinkled did his mouth become whenever she did not tamely fall in with his suggestions.

'Is not the apartment to your satisfaction?'

'The rooms I have so far seen are most satisfactory,' she conceded. But at the sound of crashing crockery from behind the scuffed door that led to the kitchens, she cocked her head.

'That,' said Monsieur Le Brun, drawing himself to his full height and assuming his most quelling manner, 'is a problem the most insignificant. And besides which, it is my duty to deal with the matters domestic.'

'Not in any household I run,' Amethyst muttered to herself as she pushed open the door.

Crouched by the sink was a scullery maid, weeping over a pile of broken crockery. And by a door which led to a dingy courtyard she saw two red-faced men, engaged in a discussion which involved not only a stream of unintelligible words, but also a great deal of arm waving.

'The one with the apron is our chef,' said Monsieur Le Brun's voice into her ear, making her jump. She'd been so intent on trying to work out what was going on in the kitchen, she hadn't heard him sneak up behind her.

'He has the reputation of an artist,' he continued. 'You told me to employ only the best and he is that. The other is a troublemaker, who inhabits the fifth floor, but who should be thrown out, as you English say, on his ear. If you will permit..' he began in a voice heavily laced with sarcasm, 'I shall resolve the issue. Since,' he continued suavely, as she turned to raise her eyebrows at him, 'you have employed me to deal with the problems. And to speak the French language on your behalf.'

Amethyst took another look at the two men, whose rapid flow of angry words and flailing arms she would have wanted to avoid in any language.

'Very well, monsieur, she said through gritted teeth. 'I shall go to my room and see to the unpacking.'

'I shall come and report to you there when I have resolved this matter,' he said. Then bowed the particular bow he'd perfected which managed to incorporate something of a sneer.

'Though he might as well have poked out his tongue and said "so there",' fumed Amethyst when she reached the room allocated to her travelling companion, Fenella Mountsorrel. 'I think I would prefer him if he did.'

'I don't suppose he wishes to lose his job,' replied Mrs Mountsorrel. 'Perhaps,' she added tentatively, as she watched Amethyst yank her bonnet ribbons undone, 'you ought not to provoke him quite so deliberately.'

'If I didn't,' she retorted, flinging her bonnet on to a handily placed dressing table, 'he would be even more unbearable. He would order us about, as though we were his servants, not the other way round. He is one of those men who think women incapable of knowing anything and assumes we all want some big strong man to lean on and tell us what to do.'

'Some of us,' said her companion wistfully, 'don't mind having a big strong man around. Oh, not to tell us what to do. But to lean on, when…when things are difficult.'

Amethyst bit back the retort that sprang to her lips. What good had that attitude done her companion? It had resulted in her being left alone in the world, without a penny to her name, that's what.

She took a deep breath, tugged off her gloves, and slapped them down next to her bonnet.

'When things are difficult,' she said, thrusting her fingers through the thick mass of dark curls she wished, for the umpteenth time, she'd had cut short before setting out on this voyage, 'you find out just what you are made of. And you and I, Fenella, are made of such stern stuff that we don't need some overbearing, unreliable, insufferable male dictating to us how to live our lives.'

'Nevertheless,' pointed out Fenella doggedly, 'we could not have come this far, without-'

'Without employing a man to deal with the more tiresome aspects of travelling so far from home,' she agreed. 'Men do have their uses, that I cannot deny.'

Fenella sighed. 'Not all men are bad.'

'You are referring to your dear departed Frederick, I suppose,' she said, tartly, before conceding. 'But given you were so fond of him, I dare say there must have been something good about him.'

'He had his faults, I cannot deny it. But I do miss him. And I wish he had lived to see Sophie grow up. And perhaps given her a brother or sister.'

'And how is Sophie now?' Amethyst swiftly changed the subject. On the topic of Fenella's late husband, they would never agree. The plain unvarnished truth was that he had left his widow shamefully unprovided for. His pregnant widow at that. And all Fenella would ever concede was that he was not very wise with money. Not very wise! As far as Amethyst could discover, the man had squandered Fenella's inheritance on a series of bad investments, whilst living way beyond his means. Leaving Fenella to pick up the pieces.

She took a deep breath. There was no point in getting angry with a man who wasn't there to defend himself. And whenever she'd voiced her opinion, all it had achieved was to upset Fenella. Which was the last thing she wanted.

'Sophie still looked dreadfully pale when Francine took her for a lie down,' said Fenella, with a troubled frown.

'I am sure she will bounce right back after a nap, and a light meal, the way she usually does.'

They had discovered, after only going ten miles from Stanton Basset, that Sophie was not a good traveller. However well sprung the coach was, whether she sat facing forwards, or backwards, or lay across the seat with her head on her mother's lap, or a pillow, she suffered dreadfully from motion sickness.

It had meant that the journey had taken twice as long as Monsieur Pruneface had planned, since Sophie needed one day's respite after each day's travel.

'If we miss the meetings you have arranged, then we miss them,' she'd retorted when he'd pointed out that the delay might cost her several lucrative contracts. 'If you think I am going to put mercenary considerations before the welfare of this child, then you are very much mistaken.'

'But then there is also the question of accommodation. With so many people wishing to visit Paris this autumn even I,' he'd said, striking his chest, 'may have difficulty arranging an alternative of any sort, let alone something suited to your particular needs.'

'Couldn't you write to whoever needs to know that our rooms, and yours, will be paid for no matter how late we arrive? And make some attempt to rearrange the other meetings?'

''Madame, you must know that France has been flooded with your countrymen, eager to make deals for trade, for several months now. Even had we arrived when stated, and I had seen these men to whom you point me, who knows if they would have done business with you? Competitors may already have done the undercutting…'

'Then they have undercut me,' she'd snapped. 'I will have lost the opportunity to expand on to the continent. But that is my affair, not yours. We will still want your services as a guide, if that is what worries you. And we can just be genuine tourists and enjoy the experience, instead of it being our cover for travelling here.'

He'd muttered something incomprehensible under his breath. But judging from the fact these rooms were ready for them, and that a couple of letters from merchants who might take wares from her factories were already awaiting her attention, he'd done as he'd been told.

At that moment, her train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was the particularly arrogant knock Monsieur Le Prune always used. How he accomplished it she did not know, but he always managed to convey the sense that he had every right to march straight in, should he wish, and was only pausing, for the merest moment, out of the greatest forbearance for the unaccountably emotional fragility of his female charges.

'The problem in the kitchen,' he began the moment he'd opened the door-before Amethyst had given him permission to enter, she noted with resentment-'it is, I am afraid to say, more serious than we first thought.'

'Oh, yes?' It was rather wicked of her, but she relished discovering that something had cropped up that forced him to admit that he was not in complete control of the entire universe. 'It was not so insignificant after all?'

'The chef,' he replied, ignoring her jibe, 'he tells me that there cannot be the meal he would wish to serve his new guest on her first night in Paris.'

'No meal?'

'Not one of the standard that will satisfy him, no. It is a matter of the produce, you understand, which is no longer fit to serve, not even for Englishmen, he informs me. For which I apologise. These are his words, not my own.'

'Naturally not.' Though he had thoroughly enjoyed being able to repeat them, she could tell.

'On account,' he continued with a twitch to his mouth that looked suspiciously like the beginnings of a smirk, 'of the fact that we arrived so many days after he was expecting us.'

In other words, if there was a problem, it was her fault. He probably thought that putting the welfare of a child before making money was proof that a woman shouldn't be running any kind of business, let alone attempting to expand. 'However, I have a suggestion to make, which will overcome this obstacle.'

'Oh, yes?' It had better be good.

'Indeed,' he said with a smile which was so self-congratulatory she got an irrational urge to fire him on the spot. That would show him who was in charge.

Only then she'd have to find a replacement for him. And his replacement was bound to be just as irritating. And she'd need to start all over again, teaching him all about her wares, the range of prices at which she would agree to do deals, production schedules and so on.

'For tonight,' he said, 'it would be something totally novel, I think, for you and Madame Montsorrel to eat in a restaurant.'

Before she had time to wonder if he was making some jibe about their provincial origins, he went on, 'Most of your countrymen are most keen to visit, on their first night in Paris, the Palais Royale, to dine in one of its many establishments.'

The suggestion was so sensible it took the wind out of her sails. It would make them look just like the ordinary tourists they were hoping to be taken for.

'And before you raise the objection that Sophie cannot be left alone,' he plunged on swiftly, 'on her first night in a strange country, I have asked the chef if he can provide the kind of simple fare which I have observed has soothed her stomach before. He assures me he can,' he said smugly. 'I have also spoken with Mademoiselle Francine, who has agreed to sit by her bedside, just this once, in the place of her mother, in case she awakes.'

'You seem to have thought of everything,' she had to concede.

'It is what you pay me for,' he replied, with a supercilious lift of one brow.

That was true. But did he have to point it out quite so often?

'What do you think, Fenella? Could you bear to go out tonight and leave Sophie? Or perhaps-' it suddenly occurred to her '-you are too tired?'

'Too tired to actually dine in one of those places we have been reading so much about? Oh, no! Indeed, no.'

The moment Bonaparte had been defeated and exiled to the tiny island of Elba, English tourists had been flocking to visit the country from which they had been effectively barred for the better part of twenty year. And filling newspapers and journals with accounts of their travels.

The more they'd raved about the delights of Paris, the more Amethyst had wanted to go and see it for herself. She'd informed her manager, Jobbings, that she was going to see if she could find new outlets for their wares, now trade embargoes had been lifted. And she would. She really would. She'd already made several appointments to which she would send Monsieur Le Brun, since she assumed French merchants would be as unwilling to do business with a female as English merchants were.

But she intended to take in as many experiences as she could while she was here.

'Then that is settled.' Amethyst was so pleased Fenella was completely in tune with her own desire to get out and explore that for once her state of almost permanent irritation with Monsieur Le Brun faded away to nothing.

And she smiled at him.

'Is there any particular establishment you would recommend?'

'I?' He gaped at her.

It was, she acknowledged, probably the first time he had ever seen her smile. At him, at least. But then she had never dared let down her guard around him before. She'd taken pains to question every one of his suggestions and to double-check every arrangement he'd made, just to make sure he never attempted to swindle her. Or thought he might be able to get away with any attempt to swindle her.

And he had got them to Paris. If not quite to his schedule, then at least in reasonable comfort. Nor had he put a foot out of place.

She was beginning to feel reasonably certain he wouldn't dare. Besides, she had Fenella to double-check any correspondence he wrote on her behalf. Her grasp of French was extremely good, to judge from the way Monsieur Le Brun reacted when he'd first heard her speaking it.

'The best, the very best,' he said, making a swift recovery, 'is most probably Very Frères. It is certainly the most expensive.'

She wrinkled her nose. It sounded like the kind of place people went to show off. It would be crammed full of earls and opera dancers, no doubt.

'The Mille Colonnes is popular with your countrymen. Although-' his face fell, '-by the time we arrive, there will undoubtedly be a queue to get in.'

She cocked her eyebrow at him. Rising to the unspoken challenge, he continued, 'There are many other excellent places to which I would not scruple to take you ladies… Le Caveau, for example, where for two to three francs you may have an excellent dinner of soup, fish, meat, dessert and a bottle of wine.'

Since she'd spent some time before setting out getting to grips with the exchange rate, his last statement made her purse her lips. Surely they wouldn't be able to get anything very appetising for such a paltry sum?

Nevertheless, she did not voice that particular suspicion. Having watched her intently as he'd described what were clearly more expensive establishments, he was probably doing his best to suggest somewhere more economical. He wasn't a fool. His manner might infuriate her, but she couldn't deny he was observant and shrewd. Because she'd made him suffer enough for one day and because Fenella had a tendency to get upset if they quarrelled openly in her presence, she admitted that she rather liked the sound of Le Caveau.

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  • Posted January 21, 2014

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    A lovely historical romance. Portrait of Scandal was an enjoyabl

    A lovely historical romance. Portrait of Scandal was an enjoyable read. I had my issues with it, but I still liked it.

    Amethyst and Nathan were sweethearts years ago and they had intended to get married. Until Nathan's father decided that he didn't approve of the marriage and crafted a series of lies sent through the perfect vessel (one of Nathans' closest and most trusted friends) to ruin the relationship. Nathan believed them, left Amethyst, and ended up marrying someone else. Amethyst was left alone and bitter and stayed by herself. She took over her aunt's business, where her also scorned aunt fostered her hatred of Nathan (and men in general). Eventually, they meet again in Paris and all the secrets, emotions, and lies come flooding back. And, so the drama began...

    Amethyst was an okay heroine. She was independent and strong. But, she was my main issue with the book. I understood where her bitterness came from, but she let it turn her into a downright mean person. She was shrewish and unfair, determined to see bad in every man, even the ones that were good people. She let it take over her life and it really annoyed me. Especially when she let her bitterness blind her and almost lose her last chance at true happiness. Over the course of the book, she softened and realized what she had let herself become. She was able to turn herself around and become a nicer person. But, it was too late to save the book entirely. I was okay with her character, but I didn't love her.

    Nathan, on the other hand, I loved from the beginning. He was so sweet and wonderful and I totally adored him. Once he realized that the lies he believed all those years ago were, in fact, lies, he was determined to win Amethyst over. I thought he was perfect.

    The romance was okay. Even with Amethyst's reluctance, the emotions from all those years ago were still there and they just grew strong as they got to know each other again, which I thought was sweet. And, the heat factor was off the charts. We're talking about years of unfulfilled lust. It was super hot when it finally happened. I thought they were lovely together.

    The plot was okay. I wasn't really into the first half of the book, because that was when Amethyst was at her most stubborn. But, something (Nathan) kept me reading and, during the second half, I began to really enjoy the book. I ended up enjoying the story and I thought the ending was lovely.

    Portrait of Scandal  was a lovely historical romance. I had my issues with it, but I still enjoyed it and I ended up liking it. It was a wonderful story of a second chance at true love. Lovers of romance, I don't know that I would outright recommend this book, but it definitely is worth checking out. 

    *I received a free copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review

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