Sunrise with a Notorious Lord

Sunrise with a Notorious Lord

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Dashing, decadent, and deliciously seductive, the notorious Lords of Vice indulge their every desire—from dusk until dawn…



Christopher Courtland, Earl of Vanewright—known around London as "Vane"—is the very picture of a rich, handsome ladies' man. Why shackle himself to just one lady when he's free to sample them all? In

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Dashing, decadent, and deliciously seductive, the notorious Lords of Vice indulge their every desire—from dusk until dawn…



Christopher Courtland, Earl of Vanewright—known around London as "Vane"—is the very picture of a rich, handsome ladies' man. Why shackle himself to just one lady when he's free to sample them all? In spite of his own mother's attempts at matchmaking, Vane has sworn to stay single. Until he has a chance run-in with Miss Isabel Thorne…

A modest and refined beauty, Isabel is a lot more brazen than she appears. When a pickpocket tries to make away with Vane's bejeweled snuffbox, Isabel attempts to thwart his escape…and manages to steal Vane's heart. But the harder he tries to seduce the sharp-tongued, strong-willed Isabel, the more she resists. Now it's up to this tried-and-true bachelor to find a new way to play the game…or risk losing the one woman who's ever captured his heart.

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Hawkins’s fourth Lord of Vice Regency romance (after After Dark with a Scoundrel) is a lighthearted and familiar story of lovely and impoverished sisters seeking their fortune. When Lady Netherley meets Isabel and Delia Thorne, she sees them as a way to trick her wild son into marriage. Dutifully, Isabel helps throw Delia and the earl of Vanewright together, hoping her sister can make a match that would benefit the family financially, with only a few wistful thoughts for her own prospects. Of course Vanewright is attracted to serious Isabel instead of saucy Delia, and Isabel tosses caution to the wind for one night of passion. But Lady Netherley had Isabel in mind for her son all along, and Vanewright is furious to learn he’s been set up. Plot developments are telegraphed well in advance, but Regency fans will enjoy the bold heroine and rakish hero. (Jan.)

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ISBN-13:
9781429950985
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
01/03/2012
Series:
Lords of Vice Series , #4
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304
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Sunrise with a Notorious Lord


By Alexandra Hawkins

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2012 Alexandra Hawkins
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-5098-5


CHAPTER 1

January 28, 1823

"Never has God created a more devious creature," Christopher Avery Courtland, Earl of Vanewright, declared as he walked the vale of Blackmoor one early morning in January with his friends, the Marquess of Sainthill and the Duke of Huntsley, as they hunted hare. Cold and hungry, the earl, who was often acknowledged by the abbreviated version of his title, wished they had taken their horses on the trail hunt.

Squinting at the pack of baying harriers on the horizon, the duke spared a glance at Vane. "What are you muttering on about?"

Huntsley, or simply Hunter to his friends, was aptly named. He excelled at sports whether they involved pursuing game on the frost-crusted low-lying meadow or more challenging quarry, the ladies of the ton. Perhaps it was because his days as a free man were numbered. Though he rarely spoke of it unless he was deeply in his cups, his wily grandmother had betrothed her twelve-year-old grandson to a young girl barely out of her swaddling clothes to increase the family's landholdings.

Now that his own mother, the Marchioness of Netherley, had decided it was time for her surviving son to marry, Vane had nothing but sympathy for his friend.

Simon Wyndham Jefferes, Marquess of Sainthill, or Saint, on the other hand, did not possess the temperament or patience that his nickname implied. Having severed his ties to his family in his youth, the twenty-nine-year-old marquess lived only for himself. It was an enviable position, to be certain, when Vane could not seem to prevent his own family from meddling in his life.

"Likely his new mistress," Saint said, the butt of his double-barreled gun nestled in the crook of his arm.

"No, have you not been paying attention for the past hour? I am speaking of my mother," Vane said, scowling at Saint. "She is determined to ruin my stay in London this season. I feel it like a damp chill in my bones."

Hunter looked askance at Saint. "Care to wager on it?"

Saint's gaze sharpened with interest. "Will a hundred pounds suffice?"

"Two hundred," Hunter countered.

Irritated — it was on the tip of his tongue to increase the wager to five hundred pounds — Vane kicked Saint in the calf, causing him to stumble. Hunter, regrettably, was too far away to punch. "Have some respect, gents! This is my cursed future both of you are discussing with such disrespect. Not that either one of you seems to care. If my mother gets her way, I shall be wed by summer."

Hunter dismissed Vane's accusation with a casual wave of his hand. "Your charming seventy-two-year-old mother has been determined to see you leg-shackled for the past two years. Nothing has come of it."

"You have deftly avoided all her elegant snares," Saint pointed out. "You will best your dear mother again." To Hunter, he added, "And I am willing to wager three hundred pounds on our dear friend's victory."

Hunter's brows came together as he mulled over Saint's terms. "A reckless wager, to be certain. However, I'll accept." He sent Vane an apologetic look. "No disrespect to you, of course."

"Of course." Vane took no offense at the wager. The Lords of Vice — as he and his six friends had been dubbed by the ton — thrived on outrageous bets and impossible odds.

Hunter must have been feeling slightly guilty for not siding with his friend. His gait slowed as he added, "Cynical as I may be of Lady Netherley's triumph, it would be rude not to offer the dear woman my support."

Vane gave the two men a morose glance. "Both of you are underestimating my mother. Two failed seasons in London have made her desperate. As far as she is concerned, I am as unmarriageable as a toothless spinster without a penny to her name."

Hunter and Saint chuckled at Vane's absurd comparison.

"Never yield to a woman, my friend," Hunter advised. "It's an indisputable fact that they are ruthless if they believe they have the upper hand."

CHAPTER 2

March 20, 1823, near the village of Cotersage


"Delia!"

Thoroughly exasperated at her sister's ability to disappear at a moment's notice, Isabel Thorne stood stiffly at the bottom of the narrow staircase as she awaited a response.

A lady never has to raise her voice to oversee the household.

Isabel mentally winced as one of her mother's pithy little sayings grated on her already frayed nerves. Had Sybil not retired early to her bedchamber to sleep off the tea she laced liberally with laudanum and brandy every afternoon, Isabel was certain she would have been scolded for her rudeness.

She forced a smile into place when their housekeeper's face appeared over the polished wooden balustrade on the second landing. "I have looked high and low, Miss Thorne. There is just no sign of her."

"Thank you, Mrs. Dalman. You may return to your duties," Isabel said, her eyes narrowing as she contemplated where her sister might have wandered in an attempt to avoid the chores given to her. "Delia, you cannot keep running off when it pleases you. This household is showing signs of neglect, and we cannot afford to hire more servants."

Of course no one was listening to Isabel's quiet complaints.

With a sigh escaping her lips, she pivoted and strode toward the back of the house. There was the informal parlor to check, and the kitchen. Delia might have even escaped the house to flirt with one of the many gentlemen who seemed to show up at all hours of the day to court her.

Even though Delia accepted their small tokens of esteem and fluttered about prettily under their fervent regard, Isabel could have told all of them that they were wasting their time. Much like their mother, Delia had a high opinion of herself. As the granddaughter of Viscount Botly, her sister thought she could do better than a hardworking farmer or tradesman when it came to finding a husband.

Delia was certainly beautiful enough to aspire higher.

"Isabel," Mrs. Willow said, stepping out from the study. "There you are. I was just about to go upstairs and check on your mother."

The thirty-nine-year-old woman was a blessing. Widowed nine years earlier, she was a close friend of the Thorne family. When Isabel had difficulties handling her mother's bouts of melancholy, Mrs. Willow had always been on hand to assist the young girls.

Isabel smoothed an errant tendril of hair back into place. "There is no need. Sybil retired with her tea. With luck, she will sleep the entire afternoon. Have you seen Delia? A thousand things need to be done, so naturally my sister has gone into hiding."

"Have patience, Isabel," the older woman instructed. "Delia is young. She will find a good man, marry him, and give up her flighty ways."

She did not share Mrs. Willow's faith in Delia. Her sister's volatile moods and vanity reminded her too much of their mother. Sybil was a forty-three-year-old widow with two grown daughters and a dwindling annual income. If her responsibilities had not curbed her reckless nature, what hope did Delia have?

"I almost forgot." Mrs. Willow offered the letter in her hand to Isabel. "This arrived for you. I was going to put it on your father's desk, but I was worried it might get overlooked."

Puzzled that anyone would be writing her, Isabel accepted the letter with a slight frown. "I wonder who ... why, it is from Lady Netherley!"

It was toward the end of summer that Isabel and Delia had had the pleasure of being introduced to the elderly Marchioness of Netherley. Distinguished visitors such as the marchioness were rare in Cotersage, so word quickly spread throughout the tiny village that Mrs. Whitechurch's cousin was spending the fortnight at her house.

When her mother had learned of the noblewoman's visit, she'd naturally insisted that the three of them call on their good neighbor. Sybil had argued that Lady Netherley would be insulted if she was not properly introduced to Viscount Botly's granddaughters. She was quite happy to ignore the unpleasant detail that their grandfather had disowned his only daughter for marrying a commoner. As far as he was concerned, his granddaughters did not exist.

It also had not boded well that their initial visit with their neighbor and Lady Netherley had been an appalling disaster. Agitated and most likely drunk, their mother had managed to insult Mrs. Whitechurch within minutes of their arrival. The conversation had been stilted and the visit blessedly brief. On the drive home, Sybil had railed at the injustice of it all. She told her daughters that their neighbor was envious of their beauty so she had deliberately portrayed the Thorne women in the worst light to the visiting marchioness.

Needless to say, Isabel was quite surprised when Mrs. Willow approached her days later with an invitation from Mrs. Whitechurch for a second visit. The good woman had claimed that Lady Netherley had enjoyed meeting her and Delia. It was also politely suggested that their mother should refrain from joining her daughters. When Sybil learned of the invitation, she reacted in her typical manner by throwing a tantrum and sulking. However, even she could not deny that a connection to Lady Netherley could open doors for her unmarried daughters. She did not try to discourage their visits.

During the fortnight of the marchioness's stay at Cotersage, she and Delia called on the Whitechurch residence five times.

"Well, girl, are you going to just stand there woolgathering or are you going to open the letter?" Mrs. Willow teased.

Isabel smiled mischievously, sensing that Mrs. Willow was just as curious as she about the contents of the missive. "Later. First, I must find Delia. She will want to hear what Lady Netherley has to say, too."

Knowing it was useless to press Isabel further, the older woman hugged her. "Off with you then. You might want to try the back of the house near the gardens. I've caught Delia fluttering about the hedges with the rest of the butterflies."

Isabel was still smiling as she passed through the kitchen, sparing a moment to chat with the cook about their dinner before she stepped outdoors.

It was a brisk sunny day. Wishing she had thought to collect a shawl, Isabel wrapped her arms around her chest and started for the hedges Mrs. Willow had mentioned. There were a dozen places Delia could have picked to avoid her household chores, and if Isabel had her way, she intended to add a few more tasks to her sister's list as punishment.

Before Isabel had walked halfway across the weed-choked yard, she heard a soft giggle coming from one of the outbuildings. Changing directions, she marched over to the building, noting absently that it needed a new coat of paint. As she opened her mouth and prepared to blister Delia's ears for her laziness, Isabel skidded to a halt at the sight of her sister in the arms of Mr. Ruddel.

Her Mr. Ruddel.

Well, not hers exactly, she silently amended. Isabel considered the thirty-one-year-old gentleman a good friend. A respectable three inches taller than her own willowy five-foot-seven-inch stature, the handsome, softly spoken blond stranger had come into her life quite by chance eighteen months earlier when a mutual friend brought about an introduction because of their shared interests.

Like her father, Mr. Ruddel was an inventor and natural philosopher. Over the course of their acquaintance, she had sought his opinion on numerous occasions as she quietly sold off her father's papers to keep the creditors at bay. Mr. Ruddel had offered her friendship, and had seemed to be on the verge of offering more if his somewhat chaste kisses had been any indication.

There was nothing chaste about the kiss he was sharing with her sister.

Isabel's right brow arched as the gentleman, overwhelmed with passion, cupped Delia's backside in his hands.

Oh, for heaven's sake, enough is enough!

"Pardon me," she said, despising the waspish quality in her voice. "I was not aware that we had a guest, sister."

Mr. Ruddel practically shoved Delia away from him. Isabel might have laughed if her throat hadn't constricted with unexpected anguish.

"Oh, my, Isabel!" he said, taking out a folded handkerchief and dabbing the wetness from his mouth. Mr. Ruddel looked profoundly embarrassed to have been caught in a torrid embrace. "I can explain."

Delia, on the other hand, was staring at Isabel with smug satisfaction on her beautiful face. Her sister had known that Isabel was rather fond of Mr. Ruddel. It was as if Delia had deliberately set out to ruin her happiness.

"That will not be necessary," she said coldly. "Delia, Mrs. Dalman is waiting for you indoors. She will give you a list of tasks."

Her sister's lower lip jutted out mutinously. "But I do not want —" "Your wants are of little concern, Delia. Go. Now!"

It was a silent battle of wills as the two sisters locked gazes. Isabel was not a person who condoned violence, but if Delia thought to defy her, she would not be accountable for her actions.

Mr. Ruddel took a wary step toward her. "Isabel ... Delia ... please, I feel responsible for this."

"You are, sir," Isabel snapped, leaving the stunned man sputtering in wordless outrage. "However, not in the manner in which you believe. If you wish to make amends, you may do so by taking your leave." f ood

From the corner of her eye, she observed that the man had sent Delia a beseeching look. She could have told him that her sister only looked after her own interests.

"Perhaps you are right, my dear," he said, when Delia remained silent. "I will call on you another day."

"Do not rush back on my account, sir," Isabel said in chilling tones. "I have neglected my work of late and cannot promise to be home."

To you.

Mr. Ruddel hastily bowed, and backed away. "I shall return when cooler heads prevail. Good day, ladies."

Delia broke eye contract, and bent over to pick up a stick. Both women watched Mr. Ruddel's harried stride as he disappeared around the corner of the cottage. "You frightened poor Malcolm. What do you intend to do if he calls on us again — wave our father's old pistol under his nose to protect my honor?" she teased.

Isabel blinked, fighting back the sting of tears now that Mr. Ruddel was gone. She would not cry in front of Delia. "You have no honor, sister," she said bluntly, causing her sister to gasp. "And that will be your downfall. Now be useful and go help Mrs. Dalman."

"You are just being hateful because you are jealous that Malcolm would rather kiss me than you!" Delia cried before she dashed off toward the house.

With unshed tears blinding her, Isabel ran in the opposite direction. She kept running until the sharp pain in her side caused her to stop near an unused shed. Leaning against the wall, Isabel finally allowed her tears to fall.

Oh, she knew she was making a fool of herself over Mr. Ruddel. He had just been so helpful and kind and she had been so lonely. Delia was right. Isabel had been hateful to her because she had been jealous. And why not? Everyone paid attention to Delia while Isabel seemed to blend into the wallpaper. She was considered the good daughter, the responsible one.

For once in her life, she would not mind being the one who tossed caution in the wind. Unfortunately, recklessness did not pay the creditors or keep the household running.

Isabel wallowed in self-pity for several minutes, an indulgence she rarely afforded herself. It wasn't until she started to retrieve her handkerchief that she recalled Lady Netherley's letter. Using the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, Isabel took a fortifying breath and broke the wax seal on the letter.

"Dear Miss Thorne," she read aloud. "I trust my letter finds you in good spirits. I have thought of you and your sister often these passing months." Her gaze skimmed over the flattery and usual pleasantries about health and weather. Then Lady Netherley got down to business. "I have a proposition for you, Miss Thorne, and I do not make this offer lightly since this is a matter of utmost importance to me. I hope I can trust you to be discreet. This involves my son and your sister, Delia ..."

In disbelief, Isabel read the marchioness's letter three times before she could put it down. She carefully folded the paper and tucked it into the top portion of her bodice. Although she was chilled to the bone, she crossed her arms and stared off into the distance at the apple orchard as she contemplated Lady Netherley's outrageous invitation.

Was she daring enough to accept?


(Continues...)

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Alexandra Hawkins is the author of the Lords of Vice Novels, including All Night with a Rogue, Till Dawn with the Devil, and After Dark with a Scoundrel. An unrepentant Anglophile, she discovered romance novels as a teenager, and knew that one day she would be writing her own stories. She has combined her love of English history, mythology, and romance to create sensual character-driven stories that she hopes will touch readers' hearts. She lives in Georgia with her husband and three children.


Alexandra Hawkins is the author of the Lords of Vice Novels—All Night with a Rogue, Till Dawn with the Devil, and After Dark with a Scoundrel. An unrepentant Anglophile, she discovered romance novels as a teenager, and knew that one day she would be writing her own stories. She has combined her love of English history, mythology, and romance to create sensual character-driven stories that she hopes will touch readers’ hearts. She lives in Georgia with her husband and three children.

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Sunrise with a Notorious Lord 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 69 reviews.
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
SUNRISE WITH A NOTORIOUS LORD by Alexandrea Hawkins is another exciting addition to "A Lord Vice" Novel set in 1823 England. It is the 4th book in "A Lord Vice" novel,but can be read as a stand alone. See " After Dark With A Scoundrel","All Night With A Rogue" and "Till Dawn With The Devil". Although,you will see some to the characters from the previous stories re-appearing throughout this story with their wives,of course. "Sunrise With A Notorious Lord" is the story of "Vane",Christopher Courtland,Earl of Vanewright and Miss Isabel Thorne. It is written with details,the plot is interesting and the charcters will capture your heart. I have enjoyed the Lords of Vice. Although,considered dashing,scandalous,and over indulges in their vices, they are also,caring,dedicated to a cause,sexy,daring,and looking for something. This author has done it again,with this story. It is fast paced,adventure filled,with smart,sophisticated females and sexy,dark males. A wonderful addition to the "Lord of Vice" novel. I can hardly wait for the next installment. Received for an honest review from the publisher. Details can be found at St. Martin's Paperbacks and My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: Mild REVIEWED BY: AprilR,My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviewd
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Isabel Thorne is a great character; witty, intelligent, kind to an obnoxious sister. Vane has no character qualities other than loving his mother. Hawkins could have done so much more. This book lacks any kind of plot, is disjointed, and is held together by sex, barely. Hawkins could have done so much with Isabel's father's papers to make this a good story. She must have written this over a weekend and her editor never saw it at all. This one is garbage. Don't waste your time or your money.
The_Reading_Reviewer More than 1 year ago
Christopher Avery Courtland, Earl of Vanewright is determined not to get married. He is been sticking with this theory while at the same time attempting to stop his mother from trying to make that happen. When you have one of the most conniving of woman as your mother you have to out fox her but this time he may have been caught in a trap of his own making. The problem is not the woman his mother is pushing on him but her sister giving him a reason to blush, the radiant Isabel Thorne. Isabel has always been as much a parent as a sister to Delia so trying to get her married off to a titled gentleman is the perfect set up. With an introduction into London society promised, Isabel takes Vane’s mother up on her offer to get Vane interested in Delia regardless of the consequences. Problem is with great plans and organized thinking is that when the heart takes over all rules and clear thought fly out the window. Isabel is trying to stop this over whelming desire to rush into Vane’s arms and feel his lips brush hers. This trip has been nothing but trouble, confusion, and terrible decisions that keep leading Isabel back to Vane. Vane has led the most spirited life imaginable with his friends and never thought he was ever going to marry. Nevertheless, there stands Isabel with her innocence and striking beauty flowing around her like roses falling from the vine. Vane knows that Isabel cannot be his but has that stopped him before, no and as tempting as Isabel is in the simplest of frocks he cannot stop imaging the magnificence of seeing just her bare shoulder. This book starts on a fast pace and never slows down. The action between the characters is riveting and when one pushes, another one shoves all to achieve their individual goals. One man has no way of defending himself when all these women have a plan written in such a lovely fashion by Ms. Hawkins.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Overall I have adored the Lords of Vice series. It is so much fun watching these hardcore bachelors give up their womanizing ways for conventional family life. That being said I found this installment pretty disappointing particularly the end. The story felt rushed and the characters and the plot were underdeveloped. Much of the conflict was weak and many of the important plot points were spoken of after the fact but never actually shown. This story lacked the rich descriptions present in the other books and I'm really hoping the next story brings back the Lords of Vice wow factor.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First off, the beginning started off well. Then it dragged. Then there could've been a little more chemistry with the two main characters and Lastly there was only one real "love" scene...ok 1 and a 1/2! Love the series and the lords of vice...hopefully the next book in August will tickle my pickle! Lol
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was sorry to be so dissapointed in this one, but I know this author does it much better than this. I think it was rushed and somehow she wasn't focused on her characters or her plot. Maybe the next installment will bring her back to her true self? To bad because I waited for this one with very little patience.
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Great read
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Loved this book i just wish it was longer!
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LadyScarlet More than 1 year ago
Love this series! The Heroine is wonderful. The Hero is fabulously arrogant, protective and incredibly hot! No real drama in this one. Just a fun little romantic romp thru the Ton!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story was good it was a fun fast read While giving Vane and Isabel their HEA the sub plots of Lord Botly and runaway bride Delia were dropped Hoping to get the resolution with a casual mention in the remaining books in the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
#4 is not my favorite by far, but it is an ok read. I will, however, read #5.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a cute book..
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LeNet More than 1 year ago
Totally love this series. Can't wait for the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great Series.
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chadgirl More than 1 year ago
I've read all 4 books from this author and each one only makes me eagerly the next. I highly recommend her books.
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