Seducing Charlotte

Seducing Charlotte

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by Diana Quincy
     
 

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England, 1811. The wealthy and dashing Marquess of Camryn can have any woman he wants, but the charismatic bachelor stuns society by falling for a plain Jane. When the no-nonsense Charlotte Livingston shows no interest in him, Camryn is even more intrigued and embarks on a relentless campaign to win her over.

As a fierce attraction flares between them,

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England, 1811. The wealthy and dashing Marquess of Camryn can have any woman he wants, but the charismatic bachelor stuns society by falling for a plain Jane. When the no-nonsense Charlotte Livingston shows no interest in him, Camryn is even more intrigued and embarks on a relentless campaign to win her over.

As a fierce attraction flares between them, a machine-breakers rebellion rages across England. Camryn vows to wipe out the rebel movement, unaware that the spinster who has captured his heart harbors a shocking secret connection to the machine breakers that could destroy him…and ruin any chance at love they both have.

To win her, he must seduce her...

Continue the Accidental Peers series...
Tempting Bella
Compromising Willa
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ISBN-13:
9781622661039
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
04/15/2013
Series:
Accidental Peers
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
229
Sales rank:
66,062
File size:
2 MB

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Seducing Charlotte


By Diana Quincy, Alethea Spiridon Hopson

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Dora Mekoua
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-103-9


CHAPTER 1

Sweet angels in heaven. Where ever did she learn to do that?

The Marquess of Camryn lost his line of thought as Maria Fitzharding's expert ministrations began to have an impact on him. One hand resting atop her head, he fell back against the tree, oblivious to the evening chill, and looked down at the woman kneeling before him. The full moon cast a blue glow over her form, treating Cam to glimpses of an impressive décolletage. He'd met Maria a time or two at one of the few social affairs he'd attended this Season. The lady had been the one to seek him out this evening and now, well, he discovered she had her charms.

Turning his head to the side, he glanced up at the baroque manor glittering in the velvet darkness, its imposing stone belvederes standing rooftop sentry against the night sky. Muted sounds of music and laughter wafted into the boundless gardens where the pungent aroma of cultivated blooms engulfed them. Fruity fragrances and darker, somber aromas intermingled with the sweet and sharp.

His body tensed as pleasurable sensations shot up the back of his legs. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back against the rough bark, shuddering when physical release came to him.

"I suppose we shouldn't dawdle, my dear," he said sometime afterward, offering a hand to help her up. "Someone is bound to notice our mutual absence."

Coming to her feet, she cast a satisfied look in his direction. "No need to worry on that account," she said. "My husband is no doubt paying court to his mistress this evening."

Husband? A dull pain throbbed at the nape of his neck, threatening a headache. He helped brush leaves from the lady's skirt, her heavy perfume, a mixture of cloves and rosemary, stung his nostrils. "Allow me to escort you back."

"Lud." She laughed, patting her coiffed golden curls into place. "Let's not make more of this than it is. I shall return first so we are not seen together." Maria turned to go. "Oh, and Camryn?"

"Yes?"

Her eyes glimmered in the darkness. "I look forward to our next meeting."

Cam bowed, his polite smile fixed, knowing he would not pursue a liaison with a married woman. "You honor me with your attentions." As she faded into the shadows, he finished fastening his breeches, still somehow unsatisfied.

Hollowness stretched inside his chest. The physical exhilaration of sexual release had never seemed so fleeting. The empty sensation reminded him of why he hadn't been with a woman in months. He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes to counter the pounding in his head. Such associations had once been vastly entertaining.

The sound of a tiny hiccup punctured the air. Stilling, he cocked his head. It happened again, only this time it was the muffled squeak of someone trying to contain a sneeze. Someone in close proximity.

His skin prickled. "Who's there?" The words, low and unfriendly, were met with silence, except for the strains of music and conversation floating through the darkness from the main house.

"Ah choo!" There it came again, this time louder and unrestrained. "Ah, choo! Ah choo!" Distinctly feminine sneezes. A guest? The brisk evening air kept most people from strolling this deep into the garden. And no innocent maiden would venture this far alone. Perhaps it was a servant out for a liaison of her own.

Cam released the breath he'd been holding. "Come now, you've already been detected." He eased his tone, injecting his usual amiability into it. "You may as well show yourself."

The bushes rustled, followed by sounds of swishing skirts and skittish footsteps bounding away. Shrugging, he turned to stride onto the path toward the manor, ignoring the delicate blooms he trampled underfoot until their heady perfume enveloped him, chastising him for his indifference. He rubbed his throbbing temples and thought again of the mystery girl somewhere out there in the dark. Whoever the chit was, he regretted she'd witnessed such a show.

Muffled sounds drew his attention once he neared the manor. He strained to see two people struggling by the white marble fountain just below the terrace. A tall, lanky man in uniform clutched a much smaller, slender female form in plain servants' clothing.

"No, please, sir," she pleaded in a wobbly voice.

A gruff laugh followed. "You've got lovely bubbies, my dear. I'll wager no one else has had a look at them yet." The man wrestled with the girl's arms, causing the gold spangles and tassels on his uniform to dance in the glimmering torchlight.

Cam blinked hard and focused; his flesh crawled when he recognized the military officer in the crimson coat. He'd never had much use for Titus Boyle, one of the Earl of Townsend's many sons. They'd been together at Eton, but Cam hadn't seen the man since he'd joined the fight on the continent. From the looks of things, Boyle hadn't changed much.

The girl fought to free herself, but Boyle wrenched her against him, his free hand yanking up her skirts to expose slender, waiflike limbs. "Let's see what delights you have hidden under here."

Cam stepped out of the shadows. "Boyle."

The man jerked in Cam's direction. Disheveled, dark curls fell onto a flushed face drawn with refined features. He dropped the girl's skirt, his wary, bloodshot eyes homing in on Cam. "Arthur Stanhope? Is that you?"

"In the flesh."

"I say, you shouldn't sneak up on a gentleman like that." His voice grew louder. "I hear you've come into your title."

"Yes, I'm Camryn now."

"Some culls have all the luck." The words had a bitter edge. "Bloody fortunate thing for you that your uncle could only spawn wenches."

Cam recalled hearing rumors of Boyle's preference for innocents. "Allow the girl to return to her post."

Boyle yanked the girl hard against him. She shrieked and jerked. The despair in her eyes reminded Cam of an animal caught in a trap, one who knew the fight was futile.

"No, please!" She appeared no older than fourteen, perhaps younger.

"Mind your own affairs, Camryn. This fresh one is mine." Scorn twisted Boyle's smile. "You're welcome to the chit once I'm done tupping her."

He wanted to shove that smirk down Boyle's throat. "I strongly suggest you release her."

"Bugger off. This is none of your concern." Boyle rubbed the girl's bottom. She squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving. "This one should count herself lucky one of her betters is willing to give her a tumble."

"The chit is young and appears unwilling." The pain drumming inside his head sharpened. "You will let her go."

"Or what?"

Boyle's sneer snapped what little was left of Cam's patience. He smashed his fist into the man's face, his knuckles screaming in protest when they made contact with Boyle's nose. The man teetered for a moment, his arms swinging about in a futile effort to keep his balance. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.

Cam shook his head. Boyle must be foxed out of his mind to go down cold after one chop. Cradling his throbbing fist, he turned to the girl. "Are you injured?"

She shook her head, her gaze fixed on the heap of man lying inert on the floor.

Cam suppressed the urge to give the scum at his feet one last swift kick. Instead, he gentled his voice. "Go on then. And don't wander alone when your master is entertaining."

With a shaky smile, the girl curtsied before scurrying away. Cam watched her for a moment before trotting up the terrace stairs and slipping inside through an arched door.

"There you are, Cam." His cousin Willa, Duchess of Hartwell, narrowed in on him the moment he reentered the ballroom. No small feat given the crush of dancing and chattering guests in the immense columned chamber. "Where have you been? What use is it to have London's most eligible bachelor in attendance if he will not take to the dance floor?"

"My apologies." Trying to ignore his smarting knuckles, Cam bowed over her hand. "I promise to locate the nearest wallflower and take her for a turn."

Her husband, the duke, lifted a dark eyebrow. "I suppose we should feel honored by your attendance," said Gray Preston. "You've been conspicuously absent from social gatherings of late."

Cam took a glass of champagne from a passing footman. "There are several matters involving the Luddites in the Lords that require my attention."

"Is there someone on the terrace who requires your undivided attention as well?" Hart asked with a sardonic twist of his lips.

"One Titus Boyle." Cam sipped champagne to wash the sour taste out of his mouth. "He might require assistance to reach his coach."

"Boyle?" Hart grimaced. "I won't even ask what that jackanapes did this time to draw your ire." Turning to a nearby footman who stood at the ready, he murmured a few quiet instructions.

Willa's mind seemed to be on other matters. "You look fatigued, Cam. You mustn't work so much."

"I was loath to leave work for several days in the country. But as I'm never able to deny you, here I am."

"Imagine all of the hearts that would break if you neglected to attend," she teased. Marriage to the duke agreed with Wilhelmina. With her chestnut curls and alabaster skin, she had an innate grace befitting a duchess.

Sipping his drink, Cam surveyed the crowded ballroom. The orchestra played on a balcony mezzanine which overlooked the crush of dancers below. Clinking glasses and the loud murmuring of dozens of conversations filled the air which, despite the open terrace doors, grew warm and humid.

"What you require is a wife," his cousin said. "I shall make it my mission this season to find one."

"Count on trouble now, my friend," the duke said, dismissing the footman and returning his attention to them. "My duchess is unshakable once she sets her mind to something."

"Willa is determined to fell me with the same marital bliss from which you are unable to recover."

"Quite right." The harsh angles of the duke's face softened into a contented smile. "There is no hope of a cure for my affliction."

Willa's ears turned red as they always did when she was embarrassed. Her gaze swept beyond them. "Splendid. Charlotte has arrived. Cam, you must take a turn with her."

"Must I?" He couldn't see why. The humorless bluestocking likely had as little interest in dancing with him as he had in engaging with her. He drained his glass as Miss Livingston approached. The smooth liquid slid down his throat, its warmth radiating into his chest.

She wore a plain, dark-colored frock, which did nothing for her tall, shapeless frame. Their eyes met for a brief moment before both hurriedly looked away, but he caught the way her disdainful little nose wrinkled at the sight of him standing next to the duchess.

Careful to maintain a neutral expression, he said to Willa, "Perhaps Hart would care to dance with her."

The duke chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of denying you the pleasure. Besides, I shall be taking a turn with my lovely duchess." He inclined his head at the approaching lady. "Miss Livingston."

"Your Grace." She curtsied. Willa barely gave the woman time to exchange the usual pleasantries before pulling her aside for an animated conversation. He wondered what his cousin saw in the cold, strident Miss Livingston.

Admittedly, the lady's looks improved a bit upon closer inspection. Some might even consider her handsome in a lackluster sort of way. Tall for a female, she had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Definitely her best feature, they were like an island sky, clear and cloudless against her fair skin and firm patrician nose. Her unremarkable brown hair parted down the middle and was pulled into an austere bun at the nape of her neck. His gaze dropped to the modest neckline of her simple gown, which suggested little in the way of curves. She wasn't to his tastes at all, which ran to buxom females with ample hips and an abundance of feminine slopes and valleys.

"You do remember meeting my cousin in town," Willa said to Charlotte, drawing the gentlemen back into the conversation. Cam certainly recalled meeting the baron's daughter once, several months ago at one of Willa's salons, where the lady's ardent diatribe on the importance of public education for the masses had been difficult to forget.

What he recalled most about Miss Livingston was her utter lack of feminine interest in him. Not that it mattered to him, of course. But if there was one thing to which he was unaccustomed, it was being ignored by the opposite sex. He knew he had a certain appeal to women and, except for the strange sexual doldrums he'd experienced of late, had been more than happy to return their attentions.

"My lord." Miss Livingston regarded him with a courteous expression, but Cam detected a flash of discomfort in those soft blue depths.

"Miss Livingston, what a pleasure it is to see you again," he lied, bowing over her hand.

Hartwell took his wife's elbow. "Darling, let's dance, shall we?" He glanced back over his shoulder as he ushered his wife toward the dance floor. "Cam, perhaps Miss Livingston will honor you with a turn as well."

Left on their own, they faced each other in silence for an awkward moment. Then he donned a cool and polite smile since anything more would no doubt be wasted on this particular female. "Miss Livingston, will you do me the honor of standing up with me?"

She pursed her lips. "I suppose there's nothing to be done for it. After all, the duke has practically commanded it."

"Indeed." He suppressed a sigh of irritation. Normally, his dutiful attentions toward wallflowers, spinsters, and bluestockings met with blushing, delighted gratitude.

Proceeding to a spot among the humid, perfumed throng of dancing couples, he placed his hand at the lady's lithe waist and led her into a waltz. At least her height complemented his, and she moved across the floor with graceful ease. Surprising. Her subtle floral scent teased his nostrils, triggering an unexpected urge to lean forward to inhale it more fully. "You are quite an accomplished dancer, Miss Livingston."

Extraordinary azure eyes considered him. "It is hardly gentlemanly of you to appear so thoroughly surprised."

He was though. She didn't seem the type to spend an abundance of time in ballrooms. He assumed she devoted most of her days to her causes. "Not at all," he said with practiced gallantry. "No doubt your dance card is always full to bursting."

Her even forehead rose in obvious amusement. "Hardly. You would not have asked me to dance had His Grace not badgered you into it." Her voice did not match that prim exterior. It was smooth and rich, with just a touch of spice, a resonant sound that satisfied the senses like a fine, warmed liqueur on a lonely winter evening.

"Do you always speak so plainly, Miss Livingston?"

Her answering laugh was that of a woman, ripe and throaty, not the girlish tittering cultivated by most gently bred maidens. "Much to my mother's chagrin. Unfortunately, there are times I simply cannot stop the words from slipping out."

"Imagine that." Plain as she was, upon closer inspection and acquaintance, Miss Livingston exuded an elusive allure, an indescribable something he couldn't quite identify. Perhaps it was the translucent nature of her eyes that made them appear endless. It was almost startling to gaze into those plunging depths.

"Yes, indeed," she said agreeably, inclining her head toward the blank-faced misses floating around them. "I look at the expression on their faces and wonder how they manage it." She cocked her head, as if considering the thought. "Why do they insult themselves by pretending they haven't a brain in their heads? Most women of my acquaintance are quite intelligent."

"I believe they cultivate it quite purposefully." He led her through another smooth turn, which she deftly followed. "A shy and gentle countenance is considered desirable for a young maiden of a certain station."

"Hmm, then I am afraid Mother has the right of it. My cause is lost." Mirth tinged her sparkling eyes. "I'm certain I couldn't master that vacant stare, even if so desired. And holding my tongue might be a challenge."

This time he was the one to laugh. "I'm beginning to see that." She certainly was direct. Perhaps he'd been too rash in judging Miss Livingston's appeal, having never engaged her in conversation before this evening. While her published essays on social reform hit a stentorian note, the lady herself apparently had a sense of humor. And she looked a little less plain floating in his arms, her cheeks flushed, those mesmerizing eyes shimmering with intelligence.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Diana Quincy is an award-winning television journalist who decided she'd rather make up stories where a happy ending is always guaranteed.

Growing up as a foreign service brat, Diana lived in many countries and is now settled in Virginia with her husband and two sons. When not bent over her laptop or trying to keep up with laundry, she enjoys reading, spending time with her family and dreams of traveling much more than her current schedule (and budget) allows.

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Seducing Charlotte 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 42 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Seducing Charlotte. Diana Quincy is a talented storyteller who has weaved English historical events around the attraction between the Marquess of Camryn and Miss Charlotte Livingston, the daughter of a baron. I love Regency romances who show me something about the era and Quincy has centered her story around the beginning of England's industrial revolution. Camryn is an industrialist and Charlotte is a social reformer, which made for excellent conflict. I found Camryn and Charlotte very likable characters. It was easy to feel their growing attraction and I was eager to see how they would put aside their differences to give in to their well-written desires. Quincy is a master at making something as simple as a kiss scorching hot. With a keen use of foreshadowing I found myself waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop and was not disappointed in the story's progression. I'm looking forward to reading more from Diana Quincy.
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
SEDUCING CHARLOTTE by Diane Quincy is an exciting Regency historical romance. "The Accidental Peers" series. Debut novel and what a debut. Quick,fun read that is fast paced and passion filled. Filled with industry,textile mills,secrets,and did I mention passion. Follow,Charlotte Livingston and Marquess of Camryn on a journey of passion,through England,as a rebellion begins against the Textile industry. With the textile machine breakers getting increasing violent,a secret Charlotte harbors could destroy not only their budding romance but their lives and that of their friends. A wonderful debut. I can hardly wait for the next installment in "The Accidental Peers". Ms. Quincy has written an intriguing plot with engaging characters. A must read for any historical romance readers.Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4 HEAT RATING: MILD REVIEWED BY: AprilR,(Review courtesy of My Book Addiction and More)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
How many ways can someone tell you that they don't want to marry you before you finally give up. Luckily the Duke doesn't give up easily and all is well in the end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story from a wonderful author!
Anonymous 4 months ago
I really enjoyed reading this story. The characters are well presented. Their interaction trying to understand one another is catching.
Anonymous 7 months ago
This story had just enough sex and romance to keep me interested.
Anonymous 11 months ago
An enjoyable regency romance with the unusual accompaniment of the Luddite movement. The main characters are wonderful, and thankfully human enough to actually like. It is not the world's best novel but it is an absolute joy on an otherwise miserable time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well done. While i do enjoy happily ever afters, after the initial sparks fizzle, the pace seems to slow down a tad.
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Charlotte and Cam's story is better than I thought it would be. Opposites attract in this sexy romance. Good read...can't wait to read the rest in this series. 197 pages
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Enjoyed
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An enjoyable read...not too heavy with a little suspense
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197 pages. Good writing. Interesting plot line. Looking forward to more from this author.
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Short but on point. Engaging characters and plot. The Luddites were an interesting development in reaction to industrialization.
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