One Night Scandalby Christie Kelley
Born on the wrong side of the blanket, matchmaker Sophie Reynard understands the consequences of unbridled desire all too well. Despite the many highborn friends she has matched, falling in love with an aristocrat without a pedigree of her own would be an act of futility. But that doesn't stop her from succumbing to one evening/b>
A Night With A Marquess
Born on the wrong side of the blanket, matchmaker Sophie Reynard understands the consequences of unbridled desire all too well. Despite the many highborn friends she has matched, falling in love with an aristocrat without a pedigree of her own would be an act of futility. But that doesn't stop her from succumbing to one evening of anonymous passion. . .
A Lifetime Of Desire
Nicholas Tenbury, Marquess of Ancroft, knows nothing of Sophie's lineage. He knows only that the enchanting beauty captured his heart in one night and then fled, leaving no trace of her identity. But when he seeks answers from London's finest matchmaker, he finds none other than the woman herself--stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the attraction they share! Now the enamored Marquess has no choice but to sway Sophie with seduction. . .
Praise for the novels of Christie Kelley
"A sexy Cinderella story--racy and romantic!" --Anna Campbell, author of Captive of Sin on Scandal of the Season
"Rollicking, sexy. . .you'll enjoy this one!"
--Kat Martin on Every Time We Kiss
"Kelley joins the ranks of Cheryl Holt, Pamela Britton and Lisa Kleypas." --Romantic Times Book Reviews on Every Night I'm Yours
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One Night Scandal
By Christie Kelley
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Chapter OneVenice, 1818
Sophie Reynard stood on one of the many small bridges that spanned the multitude of canals in Venice. She didn't know if this one had a name but doubted it was anything special. Wrapping her shawl around her tighter to keep out the cool February wind, she glanced down the dark waterway. Music sounded from one of the grander homes slowly sinking into the canal. For some odd reason the music comforted her and reminded her of home.
London. She planned to depart Venice in three days to return home after a two-month absence. A part of her missed London while another part of her would love to stay in Venice a few more weeks. It wasn't as if her friends would have missed her much. Now that they all had their husbands and children, her friends were constantly busy. Of course, most of their happiness was her doing.
Sophie had matched all her friends with her skills as a medium. Even her half brother, Anthony, was now married to one of her dearest friends.
While Sophie had no one.
After matching Anthony and Victoria, Sophie had scurried away from London. Afraid that she had lost her friends, afraid that she would never find a love of her own. But more than anything, frightened of spending the rest of her life alone like most of her life had been thus far. Something had told her to come to Venice.
There must be a reason why.
After almost a month under sail and then a month in Venice, she had no indication of a man entering her life. Nothing that had happened so far made her believe this trip had been anything but a lovely holiday. Perhaps that's all it was supposed to be.
Leaning far over the balustrade, she stared down at the cold, murky water, looking for some sign that she should stay here longer. Another disheartening thought crossed her mind, perhaps she wasn't meant to find love.
But she wanted love.
All her life she'd wanted someone to love her, not just care for her because her father paid their salary. She supposed in her own way, her mother loved her. But lovers always took precedence over a daughter. Even tonight. While Sophie was outside alone, her mother had gone to a party in hopes of enticing a new man. Nothing much had changed in twenty-six years.
Sophie continued to stare at the water, concentrating completely, hoping to see a clue of what she should do with her life. Nothing came to her but frustration. What had caused that sensation two months ago, prompting her to leave her home and friends for a trip she could ill afford?
There had to be a reason. But as she gazed down, trying to let her mind free itself of inhibitions, the only thing she saw was water. Focusing all her energies on the water, she scarcely heard the sound of children's voices getting louder, coming closer. She ignored their noise, preferring to envisage what she hoped would be a sign of her future. She felt a quick jolt.
Suddenly the water she'd been staring at was getting closer.
Oh, dear God!
She was falling into the canal!
No wonder she couldn't see anyone in her future. She didn't have one! Releasing a loud shriek, she fell and hit her head on something before the water and darkness swallowed her.
"What the bloody hell?" Nicholas looked up as a figure plummeted from the bridge, hit his gondola, and slipped into the water.
"I no swim, signore," his gondolier said as the small boat rocked from the wake.
Nicholas tore off his jacket and jumped in the water, wondering how a man who made his life on the water couldn't swim. The frigid dark water made finding her difficult but luckily her skirts had caught on something, holding her in place.
He ripped her skirt and then grabbed onto her waist. Pulling her up through the cold water almost took his breath away. But he continued, determined not to die in some stinking canal in Venice where no one would ever find him and Emma would never know what happened to him.
As Nicholas broke the surface, Vincenzo heaved the wet woman into the boat. Nicholas thrust himself over the side of the rocking gondola. He turned his attention on the unconscious woman lying on the bottom of the boat.
"Vincenzo, take me home quickly," he ordered in Italian, and then sank to his knees.
Nicholas remembered what his father had taught him about drowning and pressed all his weight on that spot just below where her ribs came together. After pressing down three times, she coughed up the water.
Vincenzo docked the boat as the woman continued to bring up more water and gasp for air. A servant opened the door. Nicholas gently picked her up and brought her inside the warm house. Several servants swarmed around them.
"Get a hot bath and put her in my bedroom. I will bathe in another bedroom." He walked toward the steps and then looked back. "I want a fire in my bedroom, too."
He didn't wait for a reply but carried her up to the third floor where his bedchamber was located. He placed her in the chair by the fireplace and hoped her teeth would soon stop chattering.
She blinked her eyes open but her dark brows furrowed.
"Shh," he whispered. Speaking in Italian, he said, "I ordered a bath for you."
"Grazie," she said softly. "Where am I?"
"I brought you to my friend's home. You can bathe to get clean and warm. The servants will find you something to wear. Then I shall escort you home."
The minutes passed in silence as they waited for the water to heat. She kept her eyes closed much of the time either trying to ignore him or to keep the pain of her accident away.
Finally, a knock sounded at the door and then the servants entered with a large tub and steaming buckets of water. They placed the tub by the fireplace as he requested.
She blinked her eyes open and watched the bustling activity in the room with a frown. She rubbed her head and winced.
"Are you all right?" he asked slowly. "Does your head hurt?"
She stared at him a moment then nodded. "My head hurts but I believe I shall live."
Hearing her resigned tone, a horrible thought crossed his mind. "Was it your intention to die?"
Her soft laugh danced in the air around him. "No, signore! I did not try to kill myself. It was an ..." she paused a long moment. "An accident."
The pause made him wonder if she spoke the truth. "Shall I call for a physician?"
"No, I am all right. Grazie."
"I will have a maid assist you," he said, and then left the room. Walking to the second bedchamber, he wondered about the woman who bathed in his room. With her black hair, gray eyes, and oval face, she was one of the most beautiful women he had seen since arriving in Venice. Though she wasn't as olive toned in complexion as most of the women he'd seen here.
He tugged at his wet cravat, which only seemed to tighten the knot at his neck. He pulled a knife out of his ruined boots and cut the offending garment off. After stripping out of his soaked clothes, he slipped into the warm clean water of the tub.
His mind wandered back to the beautiful woman in his room. As he thought about her, naked in the tub across the hall, his cock hardened with desire. He hadn't had that swift of a reaction to a woman in ages. He was tired of the artifices of women. Most of them wanted the one thing he wasn't willing to give yet: marriage. The others wanted the gossiping rights to say they slept with a future duke.
The only woman he knew not like that was now married and had a son. And she had never considered him anything but a friend, or worse, like a brother to her. Then again, he never had the nerve to discover if anything more was possible. Perhaps she might have been amenable to a different relationship. Not that it mattered now, he had wasted his chance.
But the woman in the tub had no idea who he was, and he intended to keep it that way. If she discovered his identity then she would be as shameless as all the rest of the women he had met. Not that any of it mattered. He would return her to her home and never see her again. For all he knew, she was married. And he avoided married women.
He finished washing the stench of the canal off him and stepped out of the tub. Standing by the fire, he dried himself and then poured a splash of brandy in a snifter. As he glanced about the room, he noticed his valet had not delivered dry clothes to him yet.
He pulled the bell and waited for a servant. Now dry and warmed by a fire and the brandy, he wanted to dress and find out more about the lady in his bedchamber. If only his friend Dominic was still here. He might know of the woman. But Dom had urgent business in Milan and left Nicholas to enjoy his Venetian home.
"Si, signore?" the servant asked as he entered the bedroom.
"Per favore, send Lane in with my clothes." He sipped the last drop of brandy and placed the glass on the table.
"Signore," the servant started and then paused.
"The lady in your bedchamber locked the door and won't open it."
He chuckled softly. "She must want her privacy. Ask Signora Costa to knock on the bedroom door and explain the situation."
Nicholas sat back in the chair, wearing only his towel, and waited. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sound of footsteps and then rapping of knuckles on the door across the hall.
"Si," he replied without opening his eyes.
"The signorina does not reply."
He blinked his eyes and frowned. Could something have happened to her? She had hit her head on the gondola before she dropped into the water. Not willing to let an injured woman die in his friend's home, he strode from the room.
Mrs. Costa stood before the door with an armful of clothes and shrugged. "She no answer, signore," she said in her broken English.
"Open the door and check on her."
Mrs. Costa shrugged again. She took the ring of keys from her pocket and opened the door. The servant walked into the room and glanced around. After returning to the hall, she said, "The signorina sleeps."
"Grazie. I will get my things."
Mrs. Costa handed him the clothing for her. Nicholas walked into the bedchamber. Slowly, he walked into the bedroom and stopped at the threshold. The woman lay on his bed with her eyes shuttered tight, her breathing even.
Nicholas shook his head. He needed to get his clothes and leave her alone. The poor woman had been through enough this evening. He walked farther into the bedroom and stopped again.
Drawn to her by the force of desire, he stepped closer to the bed. He sat on the edge and stared at her. Her black hair curled around her face and appeared still slightly damp. He reached out to sweep a few dark tendrils off her cheek. She shifted and turned away from him, baring an ivory shoulder to his lecherous gaze. Discovering that she lay naked under the coverlet only increased his yearning.
Leaning over her, he gently kissed her soft shoulder. She smelled like lavender and tasted like sin. He was being completely foolish, wanting a woman whose name he didn't even know. His unruly cock hardened again. What was it about this particular woman that made him desire her so badly? He couldn't remember ever wanting a woman with this much force.
She moved again, this time so she rested on her back. Her eyes blinked and a pair of the most beautiful gray eyes he had ever seen looked up at him. Her eyes rounded with surprise but a slow smile lifted her full red lips.
Sophie's smile turned into a frown. Even after napping for a few minutes, she felt dazed by the accident. Who was this man staring down at her?
The pain in her head had lessened slightly but the confusion in her mind remained. She stared at the bare chested man and trembled. Hard muscle shaped his strong chest and fine brown hair formed a line that traced a path downward. Her gaze followed that path until she realized it went under the towel that covered him.
A towel. He only wore a towel!
No gentleman would appear in front of a woman in a towel. Could things be that different in Venice? She highly doubted it but wondered why he would be here dressed as such. If anyone saw them together like this she would be ruined. Not that anyone knew her here.
She moved her gaze to his face, assuming that would be a safer place to look. She was dreadfully wrong. His chestnut hair was a tad long for the conventional English gentleman. Perhaps she had not noticed that the Italian men wore their hair longer. He had warm brown eyes that crinkled as he smiled back at her and a nose that while larger than some, seemed to fit perfectly on his face.
Was he the reason she'd felt propelled to Venice? She had to know.
She closed her eyes for a long moment and focused on love just as she had for the past few months. Her love. A hazy image of a man came to her. Finally! She could see an image of the man she was supposed to love. He looked like ... she blinked her eyes open.
"You," she whispered in Italian. The man in her vision was him. He was the reason she traveled here. Her intuition hadn't steered her wrong as she'd wondered. She had to find out more about him before he sent her on her way back to her rented rooms.
"Me?" he asked in reply.
"The man from the gondola," she said, trying to make up an excuse. "I'm sorry. I fell asleep in your bed."
"I truly do not mind." His smile widened revealing two deep dimples.
Her heart fluttered. This was the man she was supposed to fall in love with, she was certain of it. She had absolute trust in her visions. "I was dreadfully cold even after the bath and the maid hadn't returned with any dry clothes."
"I never mind having a beautiful woman in my bed."
Heat crossed her cheeks with his implied meaning. She seemed unable to look away from the handsome man. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"Saving my life."
He smiled down at her. "You practically fell onto my lap."
"Still, you didn't have to jump into the canal to save me." But she was so grateful he had. Was it just gratitude warming her insides? She really didn't think so. She had met many handsome men in London and yet, not one of them ever set her heart beating as swiftly as this man had.
"I couldn't let you drown," he replied. "It would have been ungentlemanly of me."
She'd been waiting for years for a man to fire her passion. The ladies she had matched with husbands had told her how they knew the man was the right one with just a single kiss. She desperately wanted him to kiss her, touch her ... make love to her.
Make love? Could she really want to do such a thing with him? She'd only just met him.
Her gaze slid down from his eyes to his lips. Experiencing passion with this handsome man would be a lovely end to a long trip. She couldn't take her gaze off his lips. Full and beautifully molded lips. She had to kiss him.
"What is your name?" she finally asked.
His dark brow furrowed, and he paused a bit before answering, "Nico. And you?"
Instinctively, she knew he was lying. But why? What was he trying to hide from her? Could he be married? A libertine? Glancing around the room, she doubted either was the case. The high ceiling was painted with cherubs and angels, a large crystal chandelier dominated the ceiling. But the rest of the room was remarkably stark and functional. Not the sort of room a wife would like, also not the sort to impress a woman as a libertine might prefer.
She reached out and clasped his hand in hers. Closing her eyes, she attempted to read something from him. He was difficult to read. She'd had other people who were hard to read, but he was the most challenging. The only thing she felt was he wasn't a rake. He loved and respected women.
With a small smile, she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her with a look of confusion. "Your name?" he asked again.
"My name is Sophia," she said, giving the Italian version of her name.
"Sophia," he whispered.
Watching his lips move as he said her name brought her mind back to kissing him. But would he want more than a kiss? Could she give him more? The more she stared at him, the warmer her body felt. If this man was important in her life, and he must be in some way, then giving herself to him would be either a wonderful thing or the biggest mistake ever.
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Ok, I'm a teeny tiny perturbed!!! There is no indication that this is #5 in a series. Yes, this book can be read alone, but there are four books before this one that includes all the couples you read about in "One Night Scandal". In fact, this book could very well be the last of the stories of the couples. Here is the list of other books: Something Scandalous Every Night I'm Yours Every Time We Kiss Scandal of the Season That being said.I really liked this book. It kept me up all night long, well I did finally go to bed at 4:30am, but I could not put it down. I will likely read the other books by this author. This was a one sitting book. If you are a stickler about history, language, customs and all that stuff you may not like this book. I don't read historical romances for that. Yes, I do enjoy those types of books, by my focus is usually on the characters and storyline. Sophie Reynard is a bastard, plain and simple. While she does not hide the fact, she does honor that stigma within society. She knows her place and she doesn't push the situation. She is lonely though and wants to find her true love. She is a matchmaker that has helped all her friends find love and now she wants what they have found. Nicholas Tenbury is the Marquess of Ancroft. He is a man above most men in society. He is a future duke who knows that his station in life requires him to find a wife and start a family. He will do his duty, but only on his terms. He wants love in his life, home and heart. Sophie is a medium and sees her future husband and sees Nicholas. They share a steamy night of passion, but then Sophie loses her future visions when it comes to Nicholas. She runs away from him, leaving him to find a better future then a bastard for a wife. Nicholas can't get Sophie out of his mind. She is all he ever thinks about and is determined to find her. This story is about them finding each other and the obstacles they must hurdle to come together. The characters are fun to read about, the scenes are sexy and the story is well paced. This is a pleasant story to read, with no confusing mystery or suspense. It would be a lovely poolside/backyard read. Easy to put down and come back to, but you won't want to. It grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let go.
A very good book to read
Drama, steam and love.
Kept falling in and out of love with this one. Loved how they met, didn't like how quick they fell into bed together. Loved how he found her again after she left and pursued her..didn't like how quick they fell into bed together...again.
Author adds just the right amount of humor to her characters. I think I have found a new favorite.
This is a well written story that thoroughly tugs at my heart. I love it and can't wait to read the others, despite now knowing their end results too, since this is actually the end of a series. If you haven't started reading this yet, get the others and read first, then go on to fall in love with the characters all over again. :)