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A Little Bit Wicked
A Forbidden Love Novel
By Robyn DeHart, Alethea Spiridon
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2012 Robyn DeHart
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Vivian March checked again to make certain her mask was secured in place. This was only her second masked ball since she'd come out four years before and she wasn't used to the tickle of feathers and velvet against her cheeks. Excitement thundered through her body, setting her nerves on edge.
Tonight was the night, and she wanted him to know how very thrilled she was at the prospect, which was why she'd snuck out to the gardens to see him. But she also intended to do something scandalous. It wasn't proper for a lady to kiss a gentleman, even if they were engaged, but tonight she wanted to be brazen — wicked, even. She smiled in the darkness. It was not as though she hadn't been truly wicked in his arms already.
Not only had she finally met the man she would marry, but it was a love match. They were the lucky ones. Love matches were rare indeed, but especially for a woman such as herself, at the ripe age of four and twenty. She had had her come-out late, having not been introduced into society until she'd turned twenty. The first three Seasons were spent dancing with plenty of gentlemen, but she realized quickly that men were only interested in her because of her sizeable inheritance.
And then she had met Frederick, her sweet and passionate Frederick. He had changed everything.
She left the noise and lights of the ballroom and made her way out to the terrace that would lead her to the gardens. They were to meet at a quarter of eleven and she still had about five minutes before their secret rendezvous. The pebbles on the path crunched beneath her dancing slippers, but the discomfort only heightened her awareness, reminded her how reckless her behavior was. These slippers were delicate and lovely, but meant for ballroom dancing only, not a rendezvous in the garden. But Vivian ignored all of that because she was made of sturdier stuff.
A few couples walked arm-in-arm past her. They too were out enjoying the bright night with the full moon illuminating the gardens. Vivian kept moving. She forced herself to walk instead of running into the garden, so eager was she. They were to meet by the willow trees near the pond.
As she made her way down the gently sloping hill, she saw the pond up ahead and a gentleman's tall frame standing near the water's edge. Even from behind, she could tell he looked positively dashing, dressed all in black. He didn't see her approach, and she stepped quietly so as not to alert him. She wanted to surprise him. Her heart pounded and happiness threatened to choke her. Oh, how she loved that man! She sent another thank you heavenward for her good fortune. She moved as quickly and as quietly as she could until she'd reached him. Without another thought, she flung herself against him, snaked her arms around his neck, and kissed him with all the passion and love she felt.
Strong, masculine arms came around her and his kiss deepened. The kiss felt different this time, more passionate, more heady, more intense somehow. Desire poured through her, threatening to weaken her knees, so she clung more tightly to him. Perhaps this new awareness stemmed from what had transpired between them since their first kiss. And tonight she would become his in the eyes of London.
He ended the kiss and held her out in front of him. "Brazen and delectable," he said.
Vivian's heart fell to her stomach. That was not Frederick's voice. She reached up and ripped off the man's domino mask. Definitely not Frederick. Her mouth fell open.
He smiled, a crooked smile that transformed him into a most dashing man. He was young, perhaps only twenty, perhaps younger, but so handsome with that cocky smile and blue eyes that seared her.
She had kissed him. A stranger.
And not merely a simple, sweet kiss, but rather a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss. She prayed for a hole to open in the ground and swallow her up, but alas, two breaths later she was still standing there, as was he, still wearing that charming yet annoying grin.
He reached over and removed her mask. "That was quite an introduction. I can assure you, I won't forget you anytime soon." He bowed dramatically. "Marcus Kincaid."
"Vivian March," she said out of polite habit, and then realized she probably should have kept that piece of information to herself. "You must understand," she continued, "that I thought you were someone else. That kiss —" she shook her head. "That was not intended for you. I am most apologetic, not to mention thoroughly embarrassed."
He shrugged. "Don't be. It's the best thing that's happened to me all evening." He clicked his tongue. "Pity all that passion was intended for someone else, though." His eyes traveled the length of her. "He's a lucky fellow."
"I do hope you will be kind and keep this —" She searched for the appropriate word. "— misunderstanding to yourself. Forget you ever met me."
"That would be unlikely. I shall keep your little secret, but I won't forget you or that kiss." He turned on his heel. "Good evening, Miss March."
She watched him walk away, and released a slow breath. Her shoulders slumped. Where was Frederick? Certainly it was past the time of their arranged meeting. Had something happened to him?
Oh no. Had he seen her in the arms of another man and fled? A wave of nausea passed through her. How would she explain, if he'd seen her kissing another man? She waited for several more minutes, pacing at the water's edge, before finding her way back to the ballroom. The wall clock pronounced it eleven-thirty. Where was he?
Forty minutes later she entered the front door of her townhouse. She found her two aunts sitting in the front parlor playing cards, clearly waiting up for her, as normally they did not stay up this late.
"Did you have a nice time, dear?" Aunt Lillian asked.
"What? Oh yes, it was a lovely time," Vivian said. She hadn't told them about her and Frederick's plans for the evening. She had wanted to surprise them. They'd had such hopes for her when she'd first come out, and then those years had passed without even a hint of a proposal. All three of them had begun to lose hope, though they'd never said as much. Vivian could tell they worried she would end up like them — spinsters, wealthy, and alone.
"You received this note shortly after you left for the ball," Aunt Rose said. She turned the note over in her hand, and held it out to Vivian. "Looks to be from that painter fellow."
Vivian's heart seemed to stop beating and her breathing became shallow. If he'd sent the note right after she'd left for the ball, then perhaps he hadn't seen her kissing another man. She took the note and cracked the wax seal.
My dearest Vivian,
I know you are probably waiting for me tonight and I hate that I cannot be there with you. Please know that what I am doing, I do for us. I am leaving for Paris to study with the masters so that I can become the very best artist I can be. I know that your fortune is enough for both of us and I have money from my family, but I want to provide for you myself. Make my own fortune. I shall return for you and we can marry then. I love you, my dearest.
The letter fell from her hand. Vivian vaguely heard her aunts talking, but their voices blurred into the distance. The only thought she had before she fell to the floor was that she had trusted him, given him her heart, and her body, and he had left her.
And now she was ruined.CHAPTER 2
London, ten years later
His brother was dead, and damnation if he hadn't missed the funeral. And not by a couple of days, but rather several months. Evidently, no one had seen fit to send him notice.
Marcus Kincaid poured himself a third glass of brandy and swore loudly. He glanced around the late earl's study, noting the meticulous arrangement of furniture — the tidy stack of papers on the desk, the quill in its holder, and the inkwell free from any drips or stains. He doubted anyone had been in here since his brother's passing. It was as if the entire room had been set up as a shrine.
Marcus slammed his glass onto the desk, sloshing the contents onto an envelope. His brother's name and address smeared and bubbled until only a black puddle of ink remained.
He took a deep breath and briefly closed his eyes. He stepped away from the desk, making his way to the wingback chair across the room. Halfway there he stopped and looked at the globe. Marcus scoffed, spun the miniature world, and watched it slow to a few restless circles. He plopped his finger onto the ball and stopped it.
Africa. His latest tour had been Africa, where he'd given England's wealthiest citizens the bloody adventure of their lifetimes. All the while, his own brother had died of something no more exciting than a lung infection. Granted, Charles had been more than fifteen years his senior, still Marcus hadn't been prepared for his death. The Kincaids had seen more than their fair share of deaths.
He dropped into the chair. He couldn't help noticing it was more comfortable than any place he'd sat or slept during his entire trek through Africa. The guests traveling with Thomas Adventure Tours slept in lavish tents with plush bedding while the guides were relegated to more inferior quarters. He hadn't minded much, though. He'd enjoyed his work — lived for it, if he were honest.
He tilted back his head and stared at the ceiling. The ornate wood carving at the top of the chair dug into his scalp. He pushed his head against it, increasing the dull pain.
The death of his older brother, the Earl of Ashford, meant one thing — now he was the bloody earl. Marcus searched his body for feelings of grief, but felt only numbing shock. They'd never had the traditional sibling relationship, he and Charles. The eldest Kincaid son had been raised to be the heir, raised to run the properties, and expected to serve in Parliament. And he'd been nearly sixteen when Marcus had been born. By the time he'd learned to read, Charles had been married.
Upon his return to England, Marcus had come home to Ashford Hall fully expecting to see things much as he'd left them. Instead, he'd found his Aunt Maureen had moved in to be the full-time guardian to his younger sister Clarissa, and the entire house had been shrouded in mourning.
"It's fortunate that you chose this week to return," Aunt Maureen said as she floated into the room. She was a formidable woman with a large frame, yet she managed to maneuver herself with surprising grace.
"Yes, fortunate was precisely what I was thinking," he said, doing nothing to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
"The Season hasn't even opened yet and technically we have a couple more months of mourning, but your sister has managed to get herself into quite the predicament." Maureen lowered herself onto the leather sofa adjacent to his chair. She had hinted about something dire she needed to speak with him about when he'd arrived the night before, but she'd allowed him time to rest.
Evidently, his resting time had ended. "Yes, you mentioned something last night."
"If we don't take action soon," she said, "there will be a terrible scandal — one from which she might not ever recover."
"Certainly it cannot be that bad." He pinched the bridge of his nose, willing the dull headache away. "It is not as if the girl has gotten herself compromised."
"Not quite," Maureen said holding up one finger. "But we were not far from that."
Marcus swore, then shook his head in lieu of apologizing. "What happened?"
"She was seen speaking to a questionable gentleman." It was on his tongue to wave her off. That alone was not so scandalous.
"Outside of his gaming hell."
He swore again. "What the devil was she thinking?"
"She claims to have had business to discuss with him and will say nothing more on the matter."
"What manner of business could a girl possibly have with a man the likes of him?"
"She is hardly a girl anymore," Maureen said. "She is three and twenty."
How was it possible that Clarissa was already a fully grown woman? Of course he'd seen her briefly when he'd arrived the night before, but he hadn't stopped to think about it. He hadn't expected a lot upon his return. Primarily, he hadn't expected his brother would be gone.
Over and over he kept realizing that he was now the earl. He was in charge of this family. Charles had always handled family matters with a deft, but firm, hand. Marcus considered what Charles would have done in this situation. For one thing, he would not allow the girl to remain secretive about her goings-on.
Marcus sat up, bracing his elbows on his knees. "I want her down here now to answer my questions." He pointed to the carpet for added emphasis. Then he stood. No, Charles would not wait on anyone. "Never mind. I shall go to her and demand answers."
Marcus ran up the stairs with his aunt trailing somewhere behind. He stormed into his sister's room. She jumped at the intrusion. Clarissa stood before her writing desk, where she'd been sitting and penning a letter.
"What are you about, barging into my private rooms?" she asked. Her brow knitted in a tense frown.
"I demand to know the truth of what happened at this gaming establishment," he said. Yes, that is how Charles would have approached this. He would not have asked; he would simply have expected to receive the information.
Her eyes flared and she stepped over to him. "You demand? You have no right to demand!" She settled her hands on her hips. "You haven't been part of this family since I was thirteen. You might be the earl now, but I have been living on my own, with Aunt Maureen, of course." She motioned toward their aunt standing behind him. "And without any man to keep me protected. We've managed perfectly well on our own."
"You're embroiled in a scandal. If ever you needed a man's protection, it's now."
"I don't want your protection," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Her features set, her eyes staring straight at him as if daring him to defy her.
Charles would know precisely what to do in this situation, know how to calm Clarissa and know how to squelch the rumors. Marcus knew precisely where to shoot a lion to stop him cold from attacking an unsuspecting Englishman. He knew how to use a knife to protect a group of travelers from a spitting cobra. He knew how to tie a hundred different knots and build a fire with nothing more than flint and a handful of brush. But he knew virtually nothing about his own sister or how to manage his new familial responsibilities.
He did, however, know when to retreat from a foe he couldn't possibly battle. Marcus turned and stepped out of Clarissa's bedchamber. Arguing with her was getting them nowhere. He needed to reassess. Come up with a different plan.
Clarissa slammed the door behind him. Marcus glanced at Maureen.
She gave him a smile. "Pardon me, nephew, for my boldness, but you barely know your sister. You left when she was but a child and you've been gone since she was but a child. You cannot simply barge in there and demand answers." Maureen took a slow breath. "Might I suggest an alternative?"
Marcus eyed her, then nodded slowly.
"I know someone who can help." Maureen tapped her fingers on the wood paneling that lined the upstairs corridor. "Someone who will be better equipped to persuade Clarissa to talk — someone who might assist in smoothing over the situation. Perhaps even make it disappear altogether."
"I'm not certain we need to bring anyone else in on this. Our goal is to keep the situation quiet, is it not?"
"I wasn't actually asking you for permission," Maureen said. "I have, in fact, already contacted this person."
"Well, you can contact them again. Tell them we are not in need of their services," he said. He was not so archaic that he didn't believe women were allowed their opinions, but he had had enough of the women in his family telling him how things were going to be. He might have been gone for the better part of nine years, but he was still the bloody earl.
"No, I will not do that," Maureen said. "Marcus, you have only been back in London for two days. We had no notion of when you would return. As Clarissa says, we have been living on our own, and doing quite well, I might add, despite this recent debacle. I already scheduled a meeting with this person because it was up to me to handle matters." She took a few steps down the corridor, as if that settled everything. "Now then, it would make the situation much better if you would join us in the meeting, but we do not require your permission."
He eyed his aunt, who had, for all intents and purposes, just laid him out. "Who is this person, the one who can solve this problem?"
"Vivian March. The Paragon."
The name had sounded vaguely familiar, but Marcus couldn't place it. Vivian March. Well, she would be here soon enough and he could meet her then. His aunt had assured him that this woman, who was evidently referred to as The Paragon, would be able to divert attention from the scandal, effectively making it disappear, before it did much damage. But in order for that to happen, she would have to agree to align herself with them, which would require a certain amount of decorum from him.
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Another fun and flirty historical romp from Robyn DeHart. I can't get enough of her books and this one is no different.
I love Robyn Dehart books, because she will bring you to a world that you would want to be in.
Enjoyed the book. So happy the female lead wasn't in her teens or early 20's. Nice to have the lead be in her mid 30's. I find as I get older the more I appreciate this.
This is the first book that I read by this author. I can't wait to read more!. It was so wonderful. If you love historical romance' this is a book for you!! I can't wait to read many more books by Robyn :)
Great book, it brought tears to my eyes. I am now a fan of this author.
I received this book in exchange for an honest review. Robin DeHart's A Little Bit Wicked is just that, a little wicked. It's a romantic story, not too long, not too short, that revolves around mistakes, keeping them a secret and finding someone who will accept you even with your past mistakes and flaws. Vivian March, otherwise known as The Paragon, is the person families go to when they need help avoiding scandal. For all appearances, Vivian is not the perfect, proper lady every one thinks she is. She's guarding her own secret, a mistake she made when she was young and thought she was in love. Vivian is a character that everyone can identify with. We've all made mistakes, some of them we've tried desperately to cover up. Remember feeling like at any moment someone would discover your secret and tell every one? She's a brave character, most women would have banished themselves to the country but not Vivian, she does the best she can to move on and help others. Then there's Marcus Kincaid. He's come home after years in Africa to find out two things: His elder brother has died, making him the Earl of Ashford and his sister is only a few steps away from a full blown scandal and his aunt has asked Vivian March to come to their aid. He has traded one jungle for another and finds himself outnumbered by stubborn females who have apparently, gotten along fine without him and aren't too pleased that he now wants to assume control of the family. As if that's not enough, when he meets Vivian he suddenly remembers her.. She mistakenly kissed him at a masked ball 10 years ago. That she pretends not to remember really aggravates him. So at first it's Marcus' male ego that causes him to pursue Vivian but he quickly finds out that she is something special and begins to pursue her because he is genuinely interested in her. The two of them play a bit of a cat and mouse game for awhile that is filled with passionate kisses and whispered promises. A Little Bit Wicked is moderately paced, never dwelling on unimportant facts or unnecessary scenes. It was refreshing to read about a heroine who is NOT a young, fresh faced miss but a mature woman of 34. She's somewhat independent, well, as independent as a woman could be in those times, but she's not as tough as she comes across. She lives in fear that her secret will come out and ruin her. Giving Vivian moments of insecurity and fear made her more realistic. She was so consumed with guilt over her youthful mistake that she started imagining that everyone could secretly see her shame. Her fear and guilt made me sympathize with her. Marcus and Vivian's romance is not as passionate as it could have been, most times it was overshadowed by Vivian's fear that her secret would be discovered and Marcus would reject her. She always held something of herself back. The result is a handful of encounters that build in intensity but never quite explode into fireworks. A Little Bit Wicked is more about forgiving past mistakes and the emotional connection formed between two characters who don't entirely belong in the world.
"This book is more than a little bit wicked! It’s a tantalizingly sweet historical romance with characters that will make you swoon. Vivian March met the man she believed to be the love of her life when she was 24 where they shared a passionate kiss at a masquerade. When she discovers that she’s kissed the wrong man, she leaves quickly, ashamed of herself for making a huge mistake. For the next 10 years, she makes a life for herself as “The Paragon,” a woman brought in by families of note to bring their names back to the good graces of high society by correcting incidents of scandal. When she’s called upon by the Kincaid family, led by Marcus the Earl of Ashford, to solve the scandal problem of his sister, Clarissa, Vivian is brought face to face with the man she kissed so many years ago. Full of blackmail, scandal, passion and true love, this book is absolutely delightful. The romance that transpires between Vivian and Marcus after 10 years is beautiful and incredibly sweet. The tenacity of Marcus and the vivacious strength of Vivian give this story depth and make it fun to get lost in. Their emotional journey to discover the happily ever after with each other brings a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart. If you’re a fan of historical romance, this wicked little treat will definitely satisfy your needs! "Reviewed by Marie for Cocktails and Books
Great Quotes in this book All right everyone, for the past few days I have been reading A Little Bit Wicked by Robyn DeHart. I must say that I did enjoyed Ms. DeHart's newest book. So, without further ado I bring you A Little Bit Wicked: Vivian was going to meet the love of her life, Frederick Noble, for an secret rendezvous. When she gets to assign destination, she meets up with a guy, who she believes is Frederick and gives a passionate. All the sudden she realize its the wrong guy. OH NO! Freaking out, because she kissed the wrong guy decides to head home. Now disaster strikes, Frederick decides to leave for France to learn to become a famous artist. Now her life is ruin and she must pick up the pieces of her life and re-invent herself. Years later she is able to help others out of sticky situation and became dubbed "The Paragon." After all his adventures, Marcus Kincaid is summon home to take his place as Earl of Ashford. Too bad his homecoming could have been a little better if his sister, Clarissa, didn't find herself in a pickle. Now they have called in Vivian March, "The Paragon." However, Marcus knows more about Vivian than what she lets on, after all they did shared a passionate all the those years ago. Can Vivian's past stay in the past or is it going to make an ugly reappearance? Overall, I did enjoy the story. I love how Vivian decided to take matters into her own hands. At the same time, she kind of lived in fear to keep her secret hidden. Yet, she somehow manage to survived. I also enjoyed Marcus character and how he was trying to fill his brothers shoes and repair what was going on in the family. However, I kind of wish Frederick played more havoc on Vivian in the story than closer to the end, but that's just me. Not only was the story well written, but it had some memorable quotes that could be applied to life. For instance this would be one of my favorite: "Don't ignore life when it stands at your door and beckons, my sweet girl." Seriously, what an awesome quote. One more before I go: "People act out in certain ways to create a perception in others' minds of how we want to be seen." Which is so true. So, if you are looking for something new to read, you might want to checkout Robyn DeHart's A Little Bit Wicked. I enjoy her writing and you might too. Plus, it has some memorable quotes other than the two I listed. So, I hope you have a wonderful day.
A LITTLE BIT WICKED by Robyn DeHart is an exciting historical romance set in 1866-1876 London. Fast paced,passion filled story with engaging and likable characters. Filled with secrets,scandal,blackmail,and love. You don't want to miss a second of "A Little Bit Wicked". A quick,fun read. When a younger Lord meets and an older Lady, love has no age limit. Meet and fall in love with, Marcus Kincaid,the Earl of Ashford and Vivian March, known as, The Paragon to society or is she really? A long ago secret could destroy not only this budding romance,but Vivian's long earned reputation. Pick up "A Little Bit Wicked" to find out. Wickedness,desire,passion and scandal will have you turning pages. A must for anyone who enjoys quick,passion filled reads. Received for an honest review from the publisher. Details at the author's website,Entangled Publishing, and My Book Addiction and More. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: MILD REVIEWED BY:AprilR, My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews