Chloe Somerton, daughter of an infamous art forger, has known what it means to be poor. As a girl, desperate to aid her sisters, she'd picked a pocket
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London, Summer 1816
On an ordinary day, Michael Keswick, the Duke of Cameron, would enjoy strolling Bullock's Museum at his leisure to study the rare Egyptian artifacts on display. He preferred being alone and disliked the foolish topics of conversation that often arose among his peers. He'd made an exception today at the request of a friend. But Henry, it seemed, had little interest in the museum, and had asked Michael to accompany him for an entirely different reason.
"What do you think of her, Your Grace?"
Michael frowned at the young man by his side. Henry may have recently inherited an earldom, but he was more than ten years his junior and lacked judgment when it came to the fair sex. He was also Michael's responsibility.
"Which one is she?" Michael said, his eyes scanning the crowded entrance.
The popular museum in Piccadilly, also known as Egyptian Hall, was renowned for its stunning architecture inspired by an Egyptian temple and vast array of curiosities from the South Seas. But Henry's gaze was not on the impressive grand hall with its pillars engraved with hieroglyphics and Egyptian symbols. Rather he was focused on two women who were admiring a reproduction of a sphinx.
"Miss Chloe Somerton is the fair-haired lady," Henry pointed out.
The women had their backs to them. Only one possessed golden hair, the object of young Henry's obsession.
"Well, then. We don't want to keep the ladies waiting, do we?" Michael started forward.
Henry placed a hand on his sleeve. "Wait. They are not expecting us."
Michael halted and narrowed his gaze at the young man. "What do you mean?"
Henry had the good sense to look uneasy. "I overheard Miss Chloe mention at Lady Holloway's ball that she would be attending the museum today with her sister, Lady Huntingdon."
Michael arched an eyebrow. "That's a bit conniving, even for you, Henry."
"I want you to meet her. Your approval is important to me, Your Grace." Henry looked at him with a mixture of admiration and hope that never failed to prick Michael's conscience.
"You shouldn't rush it, Henry. You're too young to be shackled with a wife." Michael's voice sounded harsh to his own ears.
Henry's gaze returned to the blond woman, and a lovesick look flickered in his brown eyes. "What does it matter when the lady is so fair?"
Don't let your balls rule your brains! Michael wanted to shout at Henry and shake some sense into him, right here in the middle of the museum's vestibule. How the hell was he supposed to look after the young man anyway?
The women had left the sphinx and moved on to a curiosity cabinet. From this distance, they appeared to be studying an array of Egyptian jewelry. The blonde wasn't as tall as he preferred his women, but even in the demure pink gown she wore, any man could see she was generously curved. Her golden hair was piled in an elegant style atop her head. He squinted but couldn't make out the color of her eyes. Something was vaguely familiar about her. Perhaps it was the way she walked. Head held high, almost regally, her steps fluid and graceful.
"I'll go along with your ruse," Michael said. "I know Lord Huntingdon from White's. It's an excuse to speak with his wife. Stay here until I motion for you."
Michael wove through the crowd and headed for the two women. He passed statues of Egyptian gods and goddesses, similar to the statues of Isis and Osiris that flanked the exterior of the museum. A glass dome in the ceiling cast sunlight on a temple on the Nile. But just as he neared, Lady Huntingdon wandered off to study a gold-tinted statue of a pharaoh. Chloe Somerton remained by the curiosity cabinet.
His step slowed. Should he first approach the blonde or her chaperone? He knew which was proper, but this was a strategic decision — similar to a battle plan — and he always went with his gut.
He'd been right about the cabinet's contents. Gold necklaces and earrings nestled on black velvet were displayed behind the glass. The young woman was gazing at the jewelry and didn't turn when he approached. Once again, the nagging feeling that he'd seen her before rose within him.
Michael glanced at the jewelry, then back at the lady. He cleared his throat. "Stunning."
She nodded, her attention still focused on the artifacts.
"Which is your favorite?" he asked.
She sighed. "The necklace with the turquoise scarab beetle amulet."
"Not the gold wide-collar necklace?"
"No. The workmanship of the talisman beetle is exquisite." She turned to him and smiled. "Don't you agree?" Michael stiffened, his gaze riveted on her face.
He had seen her before.
A few loose tendrils of golden hair had escaped her pins and brushed the slender column of her throat. Her facial bones were delicately carved, and her lips temptingly plump. But it was the sapphire eyes — exotically slanted like the pharaohs surrounding them — that made his breath hitch.
Chloe Somerton was the picture of beauty, grace, and innocence.
She was also a fraud.
He must have taken too long to answer her question. She met his gaze, and for a brief second her smile faltered, but it was back in place so quickly he imagined it a quirk of the sunlight reflecting off the glass cabinets.
A dark-haired lady wearing a blue gown rushed forward with Henry in tow. "I'm Lady Huntingdon, Your Grace. I believe you are acquainted with my husband."
Michael bowed. "Of course. Huntingdon is an old friend." He glanced at Henry. "I'd make the introductions, but I see you've already met Lord Sefton."
"Yes. Lord Sefton and I were discussing the uniqueness of the pharaohs." She motioned to her sister. "May I introduce my sister, Miss Chloe Somerton."
The object of young Henry's interest curtsied. Chloe's bodice was trimmed with lace; just enough to display the creamy swell of her breasts. She wore no necklace, and the ivory skin at her throat was temptingly smooth. Her lips curled in a smile, revealing a dimple in her cheek, before she turned her blue gaze to meet Henry's.
Michael's protégé looked as if he would bow down to kiss her slippers.
"Lord Sefton and I previously met at Lady Holloway's ball," Chloe said. "How nice to see you again."
Something in her tone aroused Michael's suspicions. Had she known they would come? Had she devised for Henry to overhear her when she said she would be at the museum today?
The last time Michael had seen Chloe she wasn't wearing a fine gown or touring a museum. She also wasn't flirting with a young eligible gentleman who'd recently inherited an earldom.
What was her game?
"Do you have an interest in ancient Egyptian artifacts, my lord?" Chloe asked.
Henry emphatically bobbed his head. "Oh, yes. Both of us do."
"Splendid!" Lady Huntingdon clasped her hands to her chest. "I've arranged for a private tour from Mr. Bullock, the founder of the museum himself. He's a fascinating man who began as a jeweler and goldsmith before forming his collection during seventeen years of research. No one knows the museum better. Please join us."
Henry's eyes lit up as if she'd offered him all the gold in Egypt. "We'd be delighted." He glanced at Michael with a hopeful and excited expression.
Michael forced a smile. "Thank you for the gracious offer." It wasn't what he'd expected for the day, but at least he'd have a reason to observe the little charlatan and figure out her game. If she'd set her sights on Henry, then it was Michael's responsibility to look after the lad and his newly inherited fortune and title.
"We've been meaning to visit the museum since our return from Hampshire two weeks ago," Lady Huntingdon said. "But Chloe has been quite busy. She volunteers at the orphanage every Tuesday and Thursday."
"What admirable, charitable work," Henry said.
Chloe smiled sweetly. "I enjoy the children."
Michael doubted she'd know what an orphan looked like if she stumbled over one in the street. How could someone so fraudulent appear so angelic?
Mr. Bullock, the museum's founder and their guide for the afternoon, approached. A short, middle-aged man, he had a dark complexion more like a Spaniard than an Englishman. "Good day. Are you ready for your tour?"
The foursome were ushered out of the great hall, past pyramids and papyrus columns, and down a long corridor. Henry was quick to offer Chloe his arm, and his chest appeared to puff in his waistcoat when she placed the tips of her gloved fingers on his sleeve.
Michael's frown deepened. It was worse than he'd thought. The boy was already ensnared by her feminine wiles.
Mr. Bullock stopped outside an open doorway and waited for the group to enter. "This is our African room," he said, motioning to a dioramic taxidermy display of an elephant, zebra, lion, and other animals behind a roped-off section. Tall trees were also part of the display. The room was of an impressive size, and a long bench with a red cushion sat in front of the scene so one could sit and admire the animals.
"Oh my! I've never seen anything quite like this," Chloe said, her tone filled with awe. Her gaze traveled over the huge elephant with its wrinkled gray skin and ivory tusk, the zebra with its distinctive black and white stripes, and the lion with its razor-sharp teeth. She leaned across the rope to get closer. "They appear alive. I want to reach out and pet the zebra."
The look of wonder on her lovely face was genuine, and Michael found it hard to tear his gaze away. Her breathing was rapid and her breasts rose and fell temptingly against the neckline of her gown. Her blue eyes shone with excitement and eagerness. He felt the stirrings of desire, and annoyance rose within him.
Bloody hell. He was here to protect Henry from her scheming, not lust after the chit. But something about Chloe Somerton was exotic as well. Just like the animals behind the rope, she possessed a rare, wild beauty.
Mr. Bullock prodded them onward. "Come along. There's much more to see."
The group toured rooms with historical arms and armor as well as a room with more Egyptian rarities, including a sarcophagus. Michael stayed a step behind the group, where he could observe Chloe and Henry. The pair chatted about the displays. Anyone who saw her would swear she was a proper lady. Her gown was of the highest quality, her posture straight, and even the movements of her hands were elegant and graceful in her gloves. A picture arose in his mind of her nimble fingers slipping inside a man's waistcoat. The vision was arousing and infuriating at once.
He had to do something about this, but what? He had no intention of telling young Henry the truth. He'd have to deal with the lying lady on his own.
"Miss Chloe," Henry said, interrupting Michael's thoughts. "Since you've recently returned from Hampshire, would you like to see more of London? Hyde Park is lovely this time of year. I'd be honored to take you for a ride in my barouche." Henry glanced at Lady Huntingdon. "With your sister's approval, of course."
A blush tinged Chloe's cheeks. "A ride in the park sounds wonderful."
Michael gritted his teeth. He didn't like this turn of events. They had barely been in the museum for an hour and already Henry was making plans with her. At this rate, the reading of the banns would be arranged before they left the damned museum.
Mr. Bullock's heels clicked on the marble floor as he led the group. "The next room holds a special surprise."
They found themselves back in the corridor, following their guide until they came to another arched doorway. Mr. Bullock opened a door and motioned for the group to enter.
Michael was the last one inside, his narrowed gaze intently focused on Henry and Chloe. Henry lowered his head to speak in Chloe's ear and she laughed. Not an annoying, high-pitched giggle of the sort he'd heard from many debutantes at the countless balls he'd been obligated to attend since his brother's and father's deaths, but a rich, throaty laugh. His skin heated at the sound.
"Look!" Lady Huntingdon said.
Michael's attention snapped to his surroundings. The room was empty save for a large carriage that sat upon a wooden dais. He stopped short as his gaze homed in on the distinctive Imperial Arms emblazoned on the paneled door.
It can't be ...
His jaw stiffened. "What —"
"It's Napoleon's private traveling carriage captured by the Prussian Major von Keller as Napoleon fled the Battle of Waterloo." Mr. Bullock's voice rose an octave. He motioned to the dark blue conveyance embellished with gold frieze.
"Fascinating! May we sit inside?" Lady Huntingdon asked.
All at once, the group chattered excitedly as they approached the carriage.
Michael stiffened as a low buzzing started in his ears. His vision tunneled to pinpoints of light, the gilded edges of the crest on the door shimmering into a thousand shards. He wavered on his feet, then reached out for the doorjamb for support. The walls felt as if they were closing in like the bars of a prison. Despite every ounce of effort, his temperature swiftly began to rise and sweat beaded on his brow.
Christ, not here.
He fought the panic. Fought the escalating rise of his heartbeat and the icy fear that clawed at his innards, but he knew he would fail. He watched as the group circled the golden carriage. Henry opened the door, and Lady Huntingdon stepped inside. Her laugh echoed and rattled inside his skull. He watched, his body immobile, as she reached out to shut the carriage door. The click of the latch sounded as loud as a gunshot, and he jerked.
Voices vaguely registered through a tunnel in his brain.
"Thousands of visitors have come to see it," Mr. Bullock said. "Napoleon himself approved the design. It's rumored to resist bullets."
"It was initially sent as a present to the Prince Regent," Henry said.
"The spacious interior can be adapted to a bedroom, dressing room, and even an eating room," Mr. Bullock spoke again.
Michael sagged against the doorframe. He had to leave. Extract himself. But his hessians felt filled with lead, and his body failed to cooperate. His gaze was riveted on the curve of the crest, the shining gold facets of the carriage.
The last time he'd seen the conveyance, amid smoke and deafening cannon fire, bodies had littered the battlefield, and he'd cradled his friend's lifeless body in his arms.
Get out. Now.
With sheer force of will, he staggered out of the room and leaned heavily against the outside wall. Breathing deeply, he clenched and unclenched his fists and counted. He reached one hundred and eight before his vision returned to normal and the panic began to dissipate.
He pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his damp brow. He wandered aimlessly down the hall and paced back and forth until his heartbeat slowed and his body temperature returned to normal.
He'd lost track of time. Had it been ten or twenty minutes since he'd left? He could hear voices. The group was still enjoying Napoleon's carriage and they were asking to take turns sitting on the plush, red velvet cushions. He straightened and reached up to ensure his cravat was in place. He could do this. He could return and no one would be the wiser.
Still, he hated that he'd been completely helpless to prevent the episode, and anger and frustration roiled in his gut at his weakness. The triggers were different each time, but the fits were always the same, sudden and shocking, throwing him off balance and sending him back to past events, shadowy and gruesome battlefields that he wanted to forget. How long would this last? He'd been home for months and the fits continued — even seemed to worsen. Was this his fate? To become the mad duke?
No. He owed his friend and he had a duty to carry out.
He returned to stand outside the room. Taking one more deep breath, he took a step forward and collided with Chloe Somerton.
"Oh!" she cried out, stumbling back.
Instinctively, he reached out to grasp her arms.
Her blue eyes widened. "Pardon, Your Grace. I didn't see you."
Up close, she was even more striking. The top of her head reached his shoulder, and she tipped her face up to look at him. Her skin was flawless and smooth, and her blue eyes were fringed with thick lashes. The scent of lemongrass filled his nostrils. Fresh and pure.
He understood how Henry was besotted.
"I'm fine now. You can let go," she said.
He realized he was staring. His fingers flexed and he reluctantly released his hold.
A tiny crease formed between her brows. "Are you well, Your Grace?"
Of course she could tell something was wrong with him. One fraud could recognize another.
Excerpted from "The Duke Meets His Match"
Copyright © 2017 Tina Sickler.
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'The Duke Meets His Match' by Tina Gabrielle is Book Three in "The Infamous Somertons" Series. This is the story of Chloe Somerton and Michael Keswick, the Duke of Cameron. I have read the previous books but feel this can be a standalone book. Chole and her two sisters have come along way from the life they once knew thanks to her sister's marriages and with the passing of time. Now Chole has swore to marry well too and be respectable. Chole site is set on Henry, the new Earl of Sefton. But there is one person standing in her way.... Henry's mentor the Duke of Cameron. Micheal recognizes who Chloe once was and hold her to it to this day and swears her away from young Henry. But Chloe doesn't back down and that surprises Michael. Micheal is dealing with his own past and the memories it is bring out....knowing that he can't marry due to the past memories but finding Chloe to irresistible he would make a scandalous offer. But Chloe is determine to marry but still finds Micheal hard to resist. Through their past they grow close but when caught Michael reverts back to his old way of thinking leaving Chloe heartbroken. Series Order:Book #1 An Artful SeductionBook #2 Real Earls Break the RulesBook #3 The Duke Meets His Match"My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
I had a love hate relationship with the novel. The hate comes from my annoyance with the certain character traits. I don’t enjoy the “tortured” heroes/heroines who push people away because they feel they don’t deserve love or have done terrible things in the past. However, I loved the strong female lead and her willingness to take things into her own hands to get things done and the sassy male lead who didn’t know what hit him. The hero actually ended up being one of my favorites to date particularly for his ability to realize he is not infallible and must correct his own wrongdoings/misconceptions. Overall, it was an enjoyable novel. The pity parties got old, but I enjoyed watching the main couple fall in love. It was an easy kind of love that happened over time rather than forced. Not to mention the female lead had a brain on her shoulders. Always a plus in my book! I am looking forward to reading the rest of the series.
The Duke Meets His Match by Tina Gabrielle is Book 3 of The Infamous Somertons Series. While this story is part of a series it can be read as a standalone. This is Michael and Chloe’s story. Good golly, Ms. Molly....what a read. A beautiful story that just grabs you tight and doesn’t let go. This is one fabulously written historical romance. I loved every minute of it. A must-read! An ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review of which this is both honest and completely voluntary.
I couldn't put it down! I'll be completely honest; I wasn't sure if I'd like this book in the beginning, given how the synopsis read and how the story initially progressed. I formed certain opinions about Chloe in particular that gave me a "meehhhhh, not too sure about this book" feeling. But, as the book went on and I learned more about Chloe and Michael, I LOVED it. Talk about tortured. Michael, a battle-hardened war veteran, finds himself dealing with a certain affliction that I shall not name for fear of spoiling the story. His suffering was very well-written, and I was so happy that it eventually became a blessing in disguise. And Chloe. She was no shrinking violet, that's for sure. I liked how she stood up to Michael and also took her fate into her own hands. I met Chloe's two sisters, and I can't wait to double-back and read their stories as well! (This is totally a standalone book, but I loved this family so much I want to get to know them all!) (I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)
Wow! I loved it, it's well-written, and very interesting book. I loved the characters, as well as, the story. It's definitely one of the best historical romances I've read this year. Chloe has secrets, there are things which she did in her past that will forever haunt her, and make her feel like a fraud. But still she wants her future to be perfect. Love is not what she desires, from her hard times she learned that financial security is the most important thing in life. Therefore, she hopes to marry someone who will provide for her and never leave her like her father did. She never expected to meet someone she can fall in love, but Duke of Cameron is one person she can't stop thinking about.... Michael is plagued with nightmares of war. He knows that marriage, and children are not for him. He can't put someone in harms way because of his fits. So when he meets Chloe and realize how much he wants her, he tries everything to stay away from her. Unfortunately, staying away from said beauty will not be easy... he also needs to think about Henry, he owns his life to young earl's father... so why then he can't seem to stop wanting the woman he shouldn't want? It's a great book which I enjoyed reading a lot. I think anyone who likes historical romances will find it entertaining.
Chloe Somerton, daughter of an infamous art forger, has known what it means to be poor. As a girl, desperate to aid her sisters, she'd picked a pocket…or two. Now her circumstances have changed and Chloe has the chance to marry a young, wealthy lord. Only his mentor—a dark, dangerous duke—stands in her way. He knows about her past and she'll do anything to keep him from spilling her secrets. The very moment Michael Keswick, Duke of Cameron, sees Chloe Somerton, he recognizes her as a fraud. The stunning beauty with sapphire eyes and golden hair now appears to be a proper lady, but he knows better. What begins as a battle of wills escalates into a much larger threat—a fierce attraction. With Chloe, Michale could find peace from the memories of war. But he'll never take a wife…and she won't settle for anything less. This was my first time (that I can remember) reading this author so I didn’t go in with any expectations. IMO, the characters reminded me of Lizzy and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, which didn’t bother me at all. The plot was pretty straight-forward, but what makes this book is the depth of the characters. I like it when the author is able to successfully place things like PTSD in historical romances as they are usually only touched on in Contemporaries. I recommend. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book
Great read for a rainy day. Really enjoyed the characters
I really enjoyed Chloe and Michael's story! Michael isn't about to let a fraud take advantage of his young ward, so he steps in to take her attention away from him. He didn't count on falling for Chloe himself. I loved watching Michael and Chloe match wits and the bantering had me laughing out loud! This was a great conclusion to the Infamous Somertons series!
Really enjoyed this book. Wonderful characters and well written. I would have enjoyed reading more with these characters. Fun read.
This book made me laugh and cry!! It was such a ride of emotions! Michael and Chloe both have a difficult past but can they overcome them?? It is always refreshing to read a book with complex characters and relateable issues. Definitely not your run of the mill historical romance but has its share of passion mixed with pain, betrayal, and loss. Definitely a must read! **I thought the author's sensitivity and description of PTSD was well done- sad that men fighting for their country had no one to turn to upon release and were deemed crazy**
Chloe and Michael's story is one not to be missed! The characters in this book are well-developed with depth and substance. The plot is interesting, engaging and had just the right amount of push/pull between Chloe and Michael. Scenery and clothing were described with a richness as to make them easy to picture. I immediately felt for Chloe, who had done some dishonest things in her past to help out her sisters, but is now on the up-and-up and desperately wants to live a simple, peaceful life without having to worry about the trials and tribulations of being poor again. Chloe brings a tranquility to Michael's life that he has been needing and craving, but he stubbornly resists the notion that there could be something true and lasting between them. Because of this book, I would now like to read the others in this series. *I received a complimentary ARC of this book from NetGalley & Entangled Publishing, LLC in order to read and provide a voluntary, unbiased and honest review, should I choose to do so.
I received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review. Part of the story relates to PTSD from the battle at Waterloo and the lingering effects it has on Michael. Events can trigger an episode and during one of these Chloe assists in getting him safely home. The book is well written and keeps your attention. There is a lot more to the story but you need to read it for yourself. I enjoyed the book and would recommend it.
I loved this historical read! Chloe is the last of the Infamous Somertons that has not wed and she is on the hunt for a husband that will give her security. Chloe believe that Henry is the man for her, however Michael, the best friend of Henry’s late father know that she is a fraud and a thief. Can Chloe convince Michael that she is none of those things and what secrets is Michael hiding. This is a fast paced read with lots of drama and emotion, I was hooked from beginning to end. A great read!
Great story about love and compassion. Michael is a war hero who's traumatic nightmares keep him in a state of mind numbing chaos that sometimes overwhelm him even in his waking hours, suspicious and fighting his inner demons caused by the war and the atrocities he witnessed. Chloe a young woman who has been through her own complicated life, a life of poverty and sickness but not without sacrifice. Chloe and Michael are certainly attracted to each other but Micheal has difficulty accepting this attraction especially since he's trying to expose Chloe as a title grasping young woman. Well written and with a great understanding of PTSD. No matter what time we live in war has a way of altering a person, that being said this was a sensational story that will pull your heart through the wringer I loved it. Regency fans this one is for you! I received a complimentary copy from NetGalley and the publisher for my honest unbiased opinion.
My love of historical romance is a longstanding one. It began with authors like Judith McNaught and Julia Quinn, but has expanded to include authors such as Darcy Burke and Vanessa Kelly among others. Tina Gabrielle sends me back to that time when I first discovered the awe of this magical genre. The battle of wills, the blending of hearts. Women of strength, times of desperation and domineering yet captivating men of means. The Duke Meets His Match is all that I expect and want romance to be. The place where hearts meet and wishes come true.