Scandalous Deception

Scandalous Deception

by Rosemary Rogers

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Overview

Scandalous Deception by Rosemary Rogers

Desperate to escape her lecherous stepfather, flame-haired Brianna Quinn seeks refuge with the Duke of Huntley, a childhood friend. But her hopes crumble when she discovers that Edmond, the duke's hot-blooded twin, is masquerading as the duke to thwart an assassination scheme. With nowhere to turn, Brianna plays into the intrigue as Edmond's fiancée…and soon their forced proximity ignites into a burning desire. But when Edmond's enemies threaten Brianna, he must choose between his countrymen and the woman he loves more than life itself.…

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ISBN-13: 9781460308288
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 11/15/2012
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 336,144
File size: 682 KB

About the Author

Bestselling author Rosemary Rogers, dubbed "The Queen of Historical Romance" by the New York Times Book Review, was born into a wealthy family in the colonial splendor of Ceylon, now Sri Lanka. Prone to daydreams and fantasies since childhood, she wrote her first novel at the age of eight, and throughout her teens penned passionately romantic epics in the style of her favorite writers.

Rosemary began her writing career while working full-time as a secretary for the California Parks Department.

A divorced mother of four, Rosemary was struggling to raise her children on a meager secretary's salary. During lunch hours and late at night after the children had fallen asleep, Rosemary put pen to paper, capturing the steamy romantic fantasy that played itself out so vividly in her imagination.

A stickler for detail, Rosemary rewrote her first manuscript 23 times, toiling over the historical accuracies. Until the day her teenage daughter found the manuscript in a drawer, and encouraged her mother to send her novel off to a publishing house.

The hours of revision paid off when the unsolicited, unagented manuscript was accepted immediately for publication.

That novel, Sweet Savage Love, skyrocketed to the top of bestseller lists, and became one of the most popular historical romances of all time. Throughout her career, Rosemary has written over 16 novels, sold millions upon millions of copies worldwide, and her novels have been translated into 11 languages.

Rosemary makes her home in Connecticut.

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Russia, 1820 Tzarskoye Selo

The journey from St. Petersburg to Tzarskoye Selo was hardly an arduous one during the short summer months when the roads were fair and the brisk breeze held a pleasant scent of wildflowers and rich earth.

Which was precisely why the Emperor had left the Summer Palace two days earlier, claiming that such fine weather was too fleeting not to enjoy a few days away from the pressures of Court.

Lately Alexander Pavlovich would use any excuse to flee his heavy duties, but so far as Lord Edmond Summerville was concerned, it was an Imperial pain in the ass.

Coming over the slight swell in the road, he turned his black charger on the path to Ekaterinsky, the larger of the two palaces that sprawled with a majestic beauty across the Russian countryside.

Catherine the Great's masterpiece was a stunning sight. Over a thousand yards long with narrow wings, it was three stories high and painted a bright blue that contrasted pleasantly with the five golden domes that marked the chapel. Along the front was a line of draped female figures that glowed with a gleaming bronze in the sunlight.

Edmond did not allow his hard pace to slow as he entered the courtyard through the gilded gateway to halt directly before the entrance.

His arrival brought a dozen footmen rushing forward, taking command of his mount and that of his outriders. As the younger son of a duke, Edmond was accustomed to the pomp and ceremony that surrounded royalty and barely noted the scurrying servants as he made his way up the marble stairs and stepped into the vast vestibule.

There he was met by one of Alexander's more trusted companions attired in a dark gold coat and striped waistcoat that would have been perfectly suitable in any London drawing room. European fashions were always preferred among Russian aristocracy.

Herrick Gerhardt was of Prussian descent and had arrived in St. Petersburg when he was barely seventeen. He possessed a gaunt countenance, a thick crop of silver hair, and piercing brown eyes that held a cold, ruthless intelligence.

This was a man who did not suffer fools gladly and had made countless enemies among the Russian court for his brutal ability to see through their treacherous deceits.

His love of his Emperor was unquestionable, but his talent at diplomacy was sadly lacking.

"Edmond, this is a most unexpected surprise," he said in the perfect French spoken by all the Russian nobles, his gaze searching Edmond's starkly chiseled features, the vivid blue eyes that were such a stunning contrast to his thick raven hair and arched brows, and the wide mouth that was missing his usual charming smile.

Despite being the son of an English duke, Edmond possessed the high Slavic cheekbones of his Russian mother, as well as her cleft chin, which had been driving women to distraction since he left the nursery. He also possessed a love for his mother's land that his elder twin brother would never comprehend.

Edmond offered a respectful nod of his head.

"I fear I must beg a few moments with the Emperor."

"Is there trouble?"

"Only of a personal nature." The restless fear that had plagued him since receiving his brother's latest missive clenched at his heart. "I must return to England without delay."

The older man stiffened, his thin face hardening with displeasure. "This is an ill time for you to leave the side of the Imperial Highness," he chided sternly. "It was assumed you were to travel with him to the Congress of Troppau."

"An unfortunate necessity, I fear."

"A great deal more than unfortunate. We both know that there is growing distrust of Metternich and his increasing influence on the Emperor. Your presence would assist in keeping the Prince at a distance."

Edmond shrugged, unable to feel any disappointment that he would be missing the conference of the Quadruple Alliance in Opava. For all his love of politics and intrigues, he despised the stifling formality of diplomatic gatherings. What could be more tedious than watching puffed-up dignitaries strutting about and pinning medals upon each others' chests?

Serious negotiations were best done behind closed doors and far from the public view.

The fact was that without Britain or France in attendance, the Congress was doomed from the beginning.

Not that he was about to mention his doubts in front of Gerhardt. The Emperor was set on this mission, and it was expected that his loyal subjects would cheer his strong determination to squash the revolution in Naples.

"I believe you overestimate my influence," he instead murmured.

"No, I am well aware you are one of the few confidants that Alexander Pavlovich still trusts." Gerhardt regarded Edmond with a fierce scowl. "You are in a rare position to assist your motherland."

"Your confidence in my meager skills is flattering, but your own presence with the Emperor will dampen the ambitions of Metternich far more than my own humble self."

A hint of frustration tightened Gerhardt's thin face. "I must remain here."

Edmond arched a brow. It was rare for the older man not to be at the side of his Emperor at such an important gathering.

"You suspect trouble?"

"So long as Akartcheyeff is left in charge of the country, there is always danger," he muttered, not bothering to hide his distaste of the man who had risen to such lofty ranks despite his lowly birth. "His devotion to his Emperor is beyond question, but he will never learn that you cannot use force to earn loyalty. There is a powder keg beneath our feet and Akartcheyeff might very well be the spark that ignites disaster."

Edmond could hardly deny the danger. He, better than anyone, understood the smoldering dissatisfaction with the Czar that infected not only the masses, but several aristocrats as well.

The last thing he desired was to leave during this volatile time, but there was no choice.

"He is…unfortunately brutal in his dealings with others," Edmond admitted, "but he is one of the few Ministers who have proven his integrity cannot be swayed."

Stepping even closer, Gerhardt pitched his voice so it would not carry to the two footmen on duty beside the door.

"Which is why it is so important that you remain at Alexander Pavlovich's side! Not only do you have the ear of the Emperor, but your…network will learn of any dangers long before any official report is put on my desk."

Gerhardt's delicate mention of the web of thieves, prostitutes, foreigners, sailors and more than a few nobles brought a smile to his lips. Over the past eight years, he had managed to create a connection of spies that kept him aware of brewing trouble the moment it began to stir.

It was an invaluable asset to Alexander Pavlovich. One that he had come to rely upon, as did those who considered it their duty to keep him safe.

"I will ensure that my associates keep in close contact with you," he promised, his expression somber, "but I cannot postpone my return to England."

Realizing that Edmond would not be swayed, Gerhardt stepped back, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Should I offer my sympathies?"

"Not if I can prevent it, my friend."

"Then God go with you."

With a bow, Edmond turned and with swift steps headed toward the Main Staircase, a magnificent work of marble that towered for three stories. For most guests to the Palace it was the extensive collection of Chinese porcelain vases and plates displayed along the walls that captured their attention, but Edmond had always been captivated by the warm glow of sunlight that was reflected in the rich marble. A true architect could breathe life into a building without the fuss of ornamentation.

From there he moved through the Portrait Hall where the painting of Empress Catherine I held a fitting place of glory amid the seeming endless gilded carvings, then through another hall, to at last reach Alexander Pavlovich's private study.

In contrast to the lavish public rooms, Alexander had chosen a chamber that was refreshingly small and comfortable with a view of the beautiful gardens. Ignoring the guards who stood at impassive attendance, Edmond entered the room and performed a deep bow.

"Sire."

Seated behind the rigidly tidy desk, Alexander Pavlovich, Imperial Highness, Emperor Czar, lifted his head and offered that singularly sweet smile that never failed to remind a person of an angel.

"Edmond, join me," Alexander commanded in French.

With his Hessians clicking against the inlaid wooden floor, Edmond moved to settle his tall, lithely chiseled form in one of the mahogany carved and gilded wood chairs, his gaze covertly studying the man who had earned his unwavering love and loyalty since the battles against Napoleon in 1812.

The Emperor possessed the imposing form of his Russian ancestors that had grown a bit stout over the passing years, and the fine, even lines of his mother's countenance. The golden hair had receded, but the blue eyes remained as clear and intelligent as in his youth.

It was the air of weary melancholy, however, that Edmond silently considered. It was growing worse. With every passing year, the once eager, impractical idealist determined to alter Russian's future was becoming a defeated, withdrawn man who was riddled with such distrust, of himself and others, that he retreated more and more from the Court.

"Forgive me for my intrusion," Edmond began gently.

"There are many who I consider an intrusion, but never you, my friend." He waved a hand to the ever-present tray on his desk. "Tea?"

"Thank you, no, I do not desire to keep you from your work."

"Always work. Work and duty." Alexander heaved a sigh, precisely laying down his quill before leaning back in his chair. Like his father, Czar Paul, Alexander possessed a preference for a simple, military-style attire, relieved only by his Cross of St. George. "There are nights I dream of simply walking away from this palace and disappearing among the mobs."

"Responsibility always comes with a heavy price," Edmond readily agreed. There had been more than one night he had dreamed of becoming lost among the crowds. A simple, uncomplicated existence was a rare gift that few appreciated as they should.

"A pity I was not like you, Edmond. I think I should have liked to be a younger son, to have had some say in my own destiny. There was a time I even considered abdicating the throne and living a quiet life upon the Rhine." He offered a wistful smile. "It was impossible, of course, a foolish dream of youth. Unlike Constantine, I had no choice but to accept my duty."

"Being a younger son comes with its own share of troubles, sire. I would not wish my life on anyone."

"Yes, you hide your troubles well, Edmond, but I have always sensed your heart is not at rest," Alexander Pavlovich astonished Edmond by admitting. "Perhaps someday you will share what demons haunt you."

Edmond battled to keep his face impassive. He had vowed never to speak of the raw wound that festered deep in his heart. Not with anyone.

"Perhaps." He wisely evaded a direct response. "But not today, I fear. I have come to beg your forgiveness."

"What is it?"

"I must return to England."

"Has something occurred?"

Edmond carefully considered his words. "I have been concerned for some time, sire," he confessed. "The letters that I have received from my brother over the past months have mentioned a number of…incidents that make me suspect that someone is attempting to do him harm."

Alexander abruptly leaned forward. "Explain these incidents."

"There have been gunshots from the nearby wood that my brother dismissed as poachers, there was a bridge that collapsed just as my brother's carriage was upon it, and most recently a fire was started late one night in the wing of Meadowland where my brother's bedchambers are located." Edmond gripped the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white as he recalled his brother's latest letter. He intended to kill whoever was stupid enough to threaten his twin brother's life. Slowly, painfully, and without mercy. "It was only because of an alert servant that there was nothing more than a few scorched walls instead of a tragedy."

The Emperor did not pretend shock that someone as powerful as the Duke of Huntley might be in danger. The previous Czar had been assassinated, with scandalous rumors that Alexander himself had been involved. Then, of course, there was rarely a month that passed without some threat to the throne.

"It is understandable that you are concerned, but surely your brother has taken steps to ensure his safety?"

Edmond grimaced. Despite the fact there was less than ten minutes between their births, the two brothers could not be more different.

"Stefan is a brilliant Duke," he said, speaking nothing less than the truth. "He tends his lands with the love of a mother for her child, his business investments have tripled the family's coffers, and he is devoted to the care of those who depend upon him, whether it is his reckless younger brother or his lowest servant." A rueful smile touched Edmond's mouth. As different as they might be, the two brothers were devoted to one another, even more so since their parents' tragic drowning years earlier. "As a man of the world, however, he is extraordinarily naive, completely trusting of others and utterly incapable of deception."

Alexander gave a slow nod of his head. "I begin to comprehend."

"I want more than to keep Stefan safe," Edmond said in a soft, lethal voice. "I want whoever is responsible in my hands so I can choke the life from him."

"Do you know who it is?"

Edmond's body clenched with a fury he could barely contain. Along with his brother's grudging revelation of the odd incidences that had plagued him, had been a passing reference to the fact that their cousin, Howard Summerville, was visiting his mother who lived only a few miles from the Huntley family seat.

Howard was his eldest cousin and the third heir in line to inherit the dukedom if anything were to happen to Stefan and Edmond. He was also a pathetic whiner who rarely missed an opportunity to inform all of society that his family had been ill-used by the Dukes of Huntley.

Who more likely to wish to do away with Stefan?

"I have my suspicions."

"I see. Then most certainly it is your duty to protect your brother," Alexander agreed with a grave nod of his head.

"I realize it is an awkward time to leave, but…" His words were cut short as the Emperor abruptly rose to his feet.

"Edmond, go to your family," he commanded. "When all is settled, you can return to me."

Edmond gained his feet and performed a deep bow.

"Thank you, sire."

"Edmond."

"Yes?"

"Just make certain you do return," the Emperor commanded. "The Duke has given his loyalty to England, but your family owes Russia one of their sons."

Hiding a smile at the thought of what King George IV might have to say at the royal command, Edmond merely inclined his head.

"Of course."

Leaving his servants and carriage to follow behind him, Edmond urged his mount to a steady pace from London to his childhood home in Surrey.

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In 1820 adviser to Czar Alexander English Lord Edmond Summerville learns his twin brother Stefan, the Duke of Huntley, is in danger as someone wants him dead. Used to the lethal contest of Russian politics, Edmond leaves his mother¿s homeland to go to England, the land of his father, to help his sibling. Edmond insists on being bait to draw out the killer by pretending he is the Duke. --- Fearing her stepfather¿s depraved assaults are getting worse, Brianna Quinn turns to her childhood friend, Stefan for safety as a Duke he can keep her odious relative away from her. However, she realizes immediately that the duke who greets her is not Stefan, but his brother Edmond. They are attracted to one another so when the Czar needs him she accompanies him back to Russia. As they fall in love, someone threatens his beloved forcing Stefan to choose between his beloved and his beloved Russia. --- This terrific historical romance is at its best when the hero is in Russia as the audience obtains a powerful taste of Czarist intrigue a century before the Revolution. The segment in England is well written also especially as the lead couple get reacquainted, but does not possesses the uniqueness of the Russian chapters. The story line is fast-paced and filled with action as heroic Stefan risks his life for his brother, the Czar and especially for Brianna. Rosemary Rogers provides an exciting early nineteenth century romantic intrigue thriller. --- Harriet Klausner