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From award-winning author Caroline Linden comes a dazzling tale of seduction, intrigue, and unexpected lessons in love…
Charlotte Griffolino knows a rake when she sees one—and the man her niece longs to marry most definitely qualifies. Stuart Drake is handsome, charming—and penniless. That he is interested in more than Susan/i>
From award-winning author Caroline Linden comes a dazzling tale of seduction, intrigue, and unexpected lessons in love…
Charlotte Griffolino knows a rake when she sees one—and the man her niece longs to marry most definitely qualifies. Stuart Drake is handsome, charming—and penniless. That he is interested in more than Susan’s considerable inheritance is highly unlikely. That he will be immune to Charlotte’s allure is even more unlikely…
With a Viscount title in his future, Stuart expects it shouldn’t be difficult to marry an heiress. Still, once he meets Charlotte, how hard will it be to charm her? Quite, actually. Now Stuart has only one option: to take revenge on her through seduction. But learning what this woman needs might only leave him hungry for more…
Stuart Drake wasn't opposed to a plain bride, but he didn't want an ugly one. He didn't require a witty girl, but he couldn't bear a stupid one. Her disposition was negotiable, depending on her dowry, but he couldn't see himself tolerating a shrew. His single inflexible condition was wealth; tall or short, plain or pretty, sweet or sour, she must be rich, exceedingly rich if at all possible. If he had to marry for money, then by God, he meant to marry a lot of it.
He didn't think it would be difficult. What he had to offer a wife was not inconsequential: one of the oldest and most distinguished viscountcies in England, as soon as his grandfather and father shuffled off their mortal coils. Granted, it might be years before his wife lived as Viscountess Belmaine in the fine house at Barrowfield, but barring his own death it was an absolute certainty, and when the title came, it would bring enough wealth and status to satisfy any female.
Fortunately he had come across a fine girl at what passed for a ball here in the wilds of Kent. Miss Susan Tratter, and her fortune of twenty thousand pounds, was everything he was looking for in a bride. She was pretty, in the rather pale tradition of English girls; clever, at least enough to sneak away from her chaperone for private strolls on the terrace; and more than wealthy enough. She was quite simply perfect, as well as completely infatuated with him almost from the moment they met.
The only obstacle to his courtship was her guardian. Susan was convinced her guardian, who was also her aunt, didn't want any joy in her life. Aunt Charlotte had traveled all around the Continent in her youth, but refused to take Susan even to London. Aunt Charlotte had kept company with any number of men when she was young—scandalous men, even—but refused to allow Susan to take so much as an afternoon drive with a gentleman. And, most damningly of all, Aunt Charlotte wore anything she wanted, much of it highly inappropriate for a woman of her age and widowed status, yet forced Susan to dress like a child in plain, girlish frocks that weren't at all fashionable. Aunt Charlotte, in fact, did Stuart's cause a world of good, all the more so by being out of town and leaving only a hired companion to chaperone her niece. In her absence, Stuart was free to console and sympathize until he found himself on the brink of a marriage proposal he knew would be accepted.
That was perhaps part of the problem, he reflected one evening. There had been nothing challenging about his pursuit, and Stuart could never believe it when anything fell into his lap so easily. He was always certain the benefits would be offset by some hidden deficiency. Now that he had Susan Tratter, he was beginning to doubt he wanted her. On the surface he did, no question. His father had cut off his funds and told him not to come back, an action Stuart still thought way out of proportion even to his supposed offense, let alone to the truth. There was no way he could possibly earn enough in time to satisfy his banker, even had he had a profession. Marrying an heiress was the quickest, easiest way out of his financial problems—or so he had thought.
He sighed and resumed pacing the Kildairs' library. This was supposed to be his triumphant hour. Aunt Charlotte had returned to town, and tonight he would meet her, charm her, and ask for her niece's hand in marriage. Susan would accept his formal offer tomorrow, and within a month he would be a wealthily married man, no longer subject to his father's rigid dictates and an object of amusement to the gossips. He would be financially secure for the first time in his adult life, and should be reasonably content; Susan was a nice girl, and he was sure they would get on well enough. But even though Stuart couldn't quite put his finger on it, there was just something ... wrong.
He reminded himself that he was mad to reconsider now. He ought to be happy the plan had gone so well instead of questioning the plan itself. If only it were done already, and he didn't have the luxury of wondering whether it was the right thing and not simply the least objectionable thing. He forced aside his doubts as the door clicked open behind him.
Susan hurried forward, wringing her hands. "Oh, Drake!" she said with a little sob. "What are we going to do?"
"Come, my dear," he said in surprise, taking her hand. "What's the trouble?"
"It's Aunt Charlotte," she wailed, gazing up at him with wet eyes. "She'll never let us marry, never! She's a spiteful, dried-up old witch!"
Stuart's eyebrows shot up. "I've not even asked for your hand yet. How can you know she'll refuse?"
"Because I hinted you were going to ask, and she told me she wouldn't allow it. She said terrible things about you—as if she would have the slightest idea, when she's never even met you. Please, Drake, please, say we shall run away together! I'll go with you tonight, I will!"
"That would ruin your reputation," he reminded her. "I don't want to do that to you."
"I don't care!" She flung herself on his neck, sobbing loudly now. Stuart patted her back for a moment, suppressing another sigh. Everything would be fine if only she'd let him handle things instead of rushing off to bungle them by herself. What had she accomplished by telling her dragon of an aunt they wanted to marry? Nothing good; now the woman had made up her mind against him without even the courtesy of meeting him. While he still had every confidence he could persuade her—elderly ladies were always impressed by a title, even a future one, and Stuart did move in the most elegant circles in London—it would have been far easier had he taken her by surprise.
"Come, calm yourself," he said when the sobs seemed to be dying down. He extricated her arms from around his neck. "You must put on a cheerful face and go back to the party."
She sniffed and rubbed her face with the handkerchief he offered. "A sad face is the least of my problems, thanks to her. I can't imagine what my papa was thinking, to make her my guardian."
"None of that is within our control, so we must simply try to make the best of it. You promised to introduce me this evening; let me meet her, and see if I can charm away her doubts."
"Oh, Drake." She hiccupped. "If anyone could do it, you could, but I think even you will find her as receptive as a stone."
"Are you implying my charm can't touch a stone?" he demanded lightly. She smiled up at him, starry-eyed.
"Well, perhaps. Come, I'll introduce you, and if she doesn't consent tonight, we can run away tomorrow."
Not bloody likely, Stuart thought as he chuckled for her benefit. He couldn't afford to marry her without her dowry, and it would serve neither of them to elope into poverty. She hesitated, then leaned forward slightly, her lips pursing in his direction. He almost recoiled in alarm, then recovered enough to kiss her lightly on the forehead. Her mouth turned down in disappointment. "Not until you are my wife," he whispered. "It would be improper."
She brightened. Stuart felt another pang of misgiving. It was frankly embarrassing how quickly she had fallen for him, how open she was about her infatuation. It only served to remind him how young and innocent she was.
He couldn't do it. He hadn't committed himself yet, he could still walk away. She would feel hurt and misled, as she had been, but he would still be free ... free to watch everything he had slip away. Stuart gave himself a mental shake. Oakwood Park needed only another year or two to become profitable, and Stuart refused to let it go now without exhausting every possible salvation.
He had discovered the modest estate last spring. The house was a wreck, with a leaky roof and a crumbling east wing, but it still had a certain charm, and Stuart could see renovating it into a very comfortable manor—for a sizable sum of money, of course. The real draw, though, was the land itself: gently rolling hills, prime forest, and the richest soil he had ever seen. Though not large, the property would more than support itself, if properly managed. Stuart had borrowed the entire purchase price from a friend and bought it four days later. Then he had turned around and mortgaged it to pay back his friend, and borrowed some more to get the estate running again. For over a year he had been pouring everything he had into Oakwood Park, growing more and more attached to it and to what it meant for his life. Stuart was tired of being dangled on a string by his father; with his own estate he would be a landed, respectable, independent gentleman. Unfortunately, he needed money to pay the mortgage until the farms were profitable, and his father had suspended his only income without warning. If he didn't marry Susan, he would marry another heiress, and nothing would be different except that he would have wasted this time courting her. He couldn't back out now.
Stuart reached into his pocket. If he gave her the ring, he would be as good as engaged. "I cannot bear to see you sad. Perhaps this ..." He unfolded his hand to show her. "Perhaps this will bring a smile to your face," he whispered. "It will be yours tomorrow. I have great confidence in my persuasive ability."
Her blue eyes opened wide, and her lips parted in a soundless gasp. "Oh, Drake," she breathed. "Really?" Stuart nodded. She took the ring reverently, cradling it in her cupped hands. "It's beautiful." She looked up, her eyes swimming with tears again. Stuart touched one finger to her lips.
"Now go back to the ballroom, my dear. Your aunt will be missing you."
She smiled, holding the ring close to her bosom. "I am sure she'll consent. And if she doesn't, we shall run away at once. I would do anything to be with you."
"Go on," he said gently. "But it must be a secret until tomorrow. Your aunt might not appreciate it, and we must do what we can to secure her blessing."
She nodded, looking as if she would throw herself into his arms again, but then turned and slipped out the door. He smiled until she was gone, then dropped into a nearby chair the instant the door closed.
The whole thing made him feel vaguely pathetic. Here he was, a grown man, strong in body and sound in mind, reduced to charming a young miss barely out of the schoolroom. He told himself that if he had already inherited his title, young misses would be lining up to be charmed, heiresses and otherwise, and society would applaud the one who caught him. There was absolutely nothing exceptional about his actions. Stuart told himself this even as he knew it was different, to him at least. It was one thing to marry well, and another to marry well because the alternative was ruination. Stuart had never liked being cornered.
But the die was cast now. He had declared himself, and given her his mother's ring, the one thing he wouldn't sell to support himself or Oakwood Park. Although, in a way, it felt as if he had just sold something dearer than a ring.
He leaned forward, reaching for the decanter on the table close at hand. He needed a drink before going out to charm grumpy old Aunt Charlotte. Perhaps two drinks.
"Has she gone? Goodness, the child belongs on the stage." Stuart nearly choked on his brandy at the husky voice, tinged with amusement. He swung around and peered into the shadows.
"I didn't plan to," she said with a low laugh, coming forward. "I only sought a quiet moment alone with my thoughts. Libraries are usually quiet, are they not?" She stepped into the light, and Stuart's interest came to full alert in an instant.
Dark curls gleamed mahogany in the candlelight, diamonds glittering in their midst. Her skin was as golden as her gown, giving the material the appearance of being transparent. In fact, it almost was transparent, as he could clearly see when she crossed in front of the lamp, revealing the curves underneath the silk. A long, narrow shawl draped over and around her shoulders, drawing attention to the swell of her breasts, full, enticing breasts that swelled above a tiny waist and made her rounded hips all the more voluptuous. She strolled into the light, stopping in front of the lamp and leaning back against the table. She braced her hands on either side of her hips, and tilted her face up to his. Stuart realized he had come to his feet without thinking.
A smile lit her face. It was a beautiful face, even without the smile, but that mischievous look made her entrancing.
"I don't believe we've met," he said, his senses sharpening. This sort of woman was much more to his liking.
Another mysterious smile. "No, we have not, Mr. Drake." He considered her a moment longer, then put down his glass.
"How flattering that you know who I am. How I wish I could return the favor."
"Oh, I daresay we would have met eventually. The society in Kent at this time of year is rather limited."
There was a suggestive lilt in her voice. Stuart could hardly believe his ears.
"That is not altogether a bad thing. Often I find myself wishing to limit my society to one person entirely."
She arched her brow, dipping her head in a thoroughly seductive way. "Do you? How very decadent."
His blood thrumming with excitement, he moved a little closer. She didn't retreat at all. "Do you like decadence?"
Her laugh was throaty. "I've known a bit in my day," she admitted. "But what would your betrothed think?"
He paused, disconcerted, then remembered Susan Tratter. "She's not my betrothed."
"But you do plan to marry her?" The mystery woman twined one finger in the lone curl lying across her shoulder.
"That's surely a private matter, isn't it?" Stuart leaned against the table beside her, not wanting to discuss his marriage plans. Her pose emphasized her bosom, and Stuart couldn't stop himself from admiring it.
She tilted her head toward him, with another coquettish smile. "I just wondered. She seems to think you do, although I admire your forbearance in refusing to run off with her. "
He smiled, no longer caring what they talked about. He wasn't accustomed to flirting so aggressively with someone he didn't know at all, but if she was willing, so was he. Being seduced by a mysterious beauty would do a great deal to restore his humor this evening. His country exile looked suddenly brighter; even wooing old Madame Dragon wouldn't be half as dreadful with this lovely piece on the side. He wondered if she was widow or matron, and why the hell he hadn't met her before. "What is your name?"
Her smile faded. "Does it really matter?"
He met her smoldering glance with one of his own. "I would like to know it."
"Sometimes, don't you think things like names and station are irrelevant? Sometimes, isn't it only important what we desire deep in our hearts?" she whispered, her dark eyes glowing with intensity.
For a moment neither moved; Stuart could not recall when he had been so aware of a woman, so hot with desire for someone he hadn't even met ten minutes ago. He wanted her, as much as he had ever wanted any woman, and unless he read every sign wrong, she wanted him, too. "No," he whispered back, leaning closer. "Sometimes it really doesn't matter at all."
Just before his lips met hers, she turned away, trailing her fingers along the polished surface of the table as she walked. "I find myself wondering what you see in the girl. She seems far too ... innocent?" Her shawl slipped from one shoulder, artlessly. Entranced, Stuart followed, toward the darker end of the library. "I never understand what men see in children. I find it quite off-putting."
He stopped her by catching the edge of the shawl, his fingers brushing her bare shoulder. She smelled of something foreign and exotic, not the usual rosewater English girls drenched themselves in. Did she taste as warm and spicy as she smelled? He was suddenly wild to find out. "You are not a child."
She laughed softly. "Certainly not." She took another step forward without turning around. Stuart kept his hold on the shawl, and it slid over her shoulder with a whisper.
"What a lovely gown." She took another step. The shawl tightened across her body, leading his eyes over very pleasing contours. Stuart let it drop to the floor as the end slid free. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming.
"Thank you. You didn't like my shawl, I take it."
"Indeed," he murmured. He touched one finger to the nape of her neck and let it drift down the furrow of her spine, bumping over the buttons he was already thinking of unfastening. "I could hardly bear the sight of it." A slight tremor shook her shoulders, and white-hot desire roared through his veins. He slid his palms up her arms, easing her back until she was almost against his chest.
With one movement, she ducked her shoulder out from under his hand and stepped away, taking three short steps to the sofa. "Isn't your fiancée waiting for you?" she asked teasingly.
Stuart shrugged, not at all upset by the progress she was leading him on. "We are not formally betrothed."
She studied him, an odd little smile playing around her lips. "You'll break her heart."
He stopped, took a deep breath. "Not by design."
Excerpted from What A Woman Needs by Caroline Linden. Copyright © 2005 P.F. Belsley. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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His father holds the title and the related purse strings as Stuart Drake learns when dad cuts him off without any money for the scandalous rumors of impropriety that is rampant amongst the Ton. Refusing to beg or correct the record, Stuart fears the small estate he recently purchased will be lost unless he marries a wealthy heiress. He chooses amiable pretty and most important rich Susan Tratter to court as his future wife though he knows he does not love her................ However, her pretty Aunt Charlotte Griffolino is like a lioness protecting her cub though the age difference between the women is slight. Charlotte wants better for her niece than a gold-digger so she fans the gossip fire that further devastates Stuart¿s already tattered reputation. When someone from Charlotte¿s past kidnaps Susan, she turns to Stuart to help rescue her niece. As they risk their lives and definitely their reputation, Charlotte and Stuart fall in love. However, she has a secret that once he learns of it she feels he will detest her while he is abashed with how he sought wealth and believes she will never accept he found love instead...................... WHAT A WOMEN NEEDS is an entertaining regency romance that sets the tone with the opening bondage scene and never slows down once Charlotte and Stuart begin battling for supremacy. The story line is action-packed as the lead couple turns from animosity to a tryst to amateur sleuths falling in love. Though Stuart¿s angst seems overly done, Caroline is a unique heroine with a sexual past together they make a formidable team starring in a fine historical tale...................... Harriet Klausner
Very good read
Stuart Drake is a rake of sorts but has now been reined in by his father for being in one scandal too many. His father has totally cut him off from his allowance and he is nearly penniless and even relying on his friends for a place to stay. As he has no other choice, he needs to marry a wealthy heiress soon. Miss Susan Tratter is a young girl who is a great bride prospect. She is very pretty, has a generous dowry and is totally infatuated with him. But there is a a problem in the form of her chaperone/guardian/widowed/aunt Charlotte. She is totally against Stuart courting Susan because she has had lots of experience with men like him. At 30 years of age, she has lived many places in the world and has a “past” as well. As Stuart presses his attentions upon Susan, the very beautiful Charlotte plots to best him at his own game by flirting with him to show that he truly is a fortune-hunter. However, the “game” begins to heat up as their bantering leads to an attraction. When Susan goes missing and Charlotte is found to have an intruder who has broken into her home looking through some items left to her by her late husband, Stuart and Charlotte band together to find out where Susan is and who is this thief and what is he looking for. The characters and intertwining plots make for a very gripping story that will keep the reader up late not wanting to put the book down. I thoroughly enjoyed the novel and hope others will read it too. The backgrounds of Stuart and Charlotte are not to be missed. This is a re-release of the novel originally published in 2005. It’s really nice to see great books brought out again so new readers can enjoy a great story.
I read this book a long time ago and am glad to see it re-released for new readers. I liked it a lot. While it is not as good as some of the author's later books it is still worth reading. I enjoyed it.
Very interesting. Finding out what the history is between Terrance and Drake even though it is revealed at the end of the book.
For a first time author this book was written well. It was a page turner and I would read books by this author again
And exposes her against her will. Disappointed because it had potential and I enjoy the author's other books.