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Those Scandalous Ravenhursts Volume 3
Louise Allen
The Notorious Mr Hurst (Those Scandalous Ravenhursts, Book 5)Rumours abound that sensible Lady M– has fallen for the infamous Mr H– Lady Maude Templeton has turned down many a marriage proposal. Why? She wants to marry for love – and her heart’s set on one man alone.Theatre owner Mr Eden Hurst is sexy, talented, intelligent – and resoundingly ineligible! What’s more, he doesn’t believe in love. It seems an impossible task, but Maude sets out to make Eden realise he needs love…and her.Society is about to see she can be just as shocking as her Ravenhurst friends when she puts her mind to it!Disrobed and Dishonoured (Those Scandalous Ravenhursts, Book 6)Hidden behind a mask, Jonathan Kirkland, Lord Redcliffe, has disguised himself as a highwayman to win a wager: to collect kisses from the first five women who pass.With only one kiss left, victory seems easy. . . until he encounters Miss Sarah Tatton, who has fled on horseback to escape her vile fiancé. Distraught and desperate, the last thing Sarah needs is to run straight into the arms of a highwayman.But his heart-stopping kiss gives Sarah an idea – to lose her virginity in order to break her engagement. And the surprisingly gentleman like thief is just the man to teach her the art of love. . . at least enough to pretend that she has lost her virtue. But as Jonathan and Sarah's passion grows, all pretence must come to an end. . .The Piratical Miss Ravenhurst (Those Scandalous Ravenhursts, Book 7)Alone and in danger, Clemence Ravenhurst is forced to flee her beloved Jamaica. Disguised as a boy, she falls straight into the clutches of one of the most dangerous pirates in the Caribbean! Nathan Stanier, disgraced undercover naval officer and navigator, protects Clemence on their perilous journey.The heat between them sizzles. But honour and his guarded heart dictate that Nathan resist Clemence. Though it seems she's determined to make their adventure as outrageous and passionate as possible!
Those Scandalous Ravenhursts
The Notorious Mr Hurst
Disrobed and Dishonored
The Piratical Miss Ravenhurst
Louise Allen
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#ub61c07bb-a8dc-503b-9583-707f2a79931b)
Title Page (#u7231b20d-3ae8-5e02-b100-5263fd24e5eb)
The Notorious Mr Hurst (#u7af1d0b3-f62a-55bc-98a9-84bb6deb68d3)
About the Author (#udabd9050-6368-53a8-a49e-503021f41a07)
Author Note
Chapter One (#ulink_01c928a8-caac-5176-b3d6-830c4b420fb0)
Chapter Two (#ulink_c1de8778-f25d-5ba9-a8bf-551effdec3b4)
Chapter Three (#ulink_9d70d5e7-f87b-5077-a423-7f880664d400)
Chapter Four (#ulink_2a6255f4-fa91-5f75-aa5d-696d67e48e0b)
Chapter Five (#ulink_eb86d1a6-3a2a-55db-991b-09bbea25345b)
Chapter Six (#ulink_e3e901f3-c351-5a41-bccf-b6a48e32a1c0)
Chapter Seven (#ulink_06fd255c-76d6-59b1-a5a2-14ac76abb745)
Chapter Eight (#ulink_23c60198-375b-5c71-ab9b-4a7588241acf)
Chapter Nine (#ulink_094e5066-88cf-5a74-a458-3434fbe4c30c)
Chapter Ten (#ulink_be33bff7-6214-5ea5-854a-3f00d10b661b)
Chapter Eleven (#ulink_474b4178-eb79-5616-a2ce-4b147f7a2e9d)
Chapter Twelve (#ulink_824edf29-34af-5922-aa53-8f314c5031da)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Disrobed and Dishonored (#litres_trial_promo)
Author Note
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
The Piratical Miss Ravenhurst (#litres_trial_promo)
Author Note (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Afterword (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
The Notorious Mr Hurst (#u0a223476-da0c-5417-bab1-7ebbf83e4d3a)
Louise Allen
LOUISE ALLEN loves immersing herself in history. She finds landscapes and places evoke the past powerfully. Venice, Burgundy and the Greek islands are favourite destinations. Louise lives on the Norfolk coast and spends her spare time gardening, researching family history or travelling in search of inspiration. Visit her at louiseallenregency.co.uk (http://www.louiseallenregency.co.uk), @LouiseRegency and janeaustenslondon.com (http://www.janeaustenslondon.com)
Author Note (#ulink_9bde0c90-4aad-5f7d-9bc9-59e28c90a76a)
Lady Maude Templeton believes in love, as I discovered during the course of THE SHOCKING LORD STANDON, when she refused to marry the hero on the grounds that she just knew the right man was out there waiting for her somewhere.
And then she found him and fell in love instantly with Mr Eden Hurst, who is not only resoundingly ineligible for the daughter of an earl, but as a man who most definitely does not believe in love.
Maude sets out to convince Eden not only that love exists but that she is the woman he needs in his life. It seems a hopeless task, but Maude can be quite as shocking as any of her Ravenhurst friends when she puts her mind to it and Eden Hurst soon finds that doing the right thing is harder than he can ever have imagined. If only he can work out what the right thing is…
Chapter One (#ulink_784c86a9-86df-59d0-867f-f7682e6338f2)
February 1817
‘And so, my false love—I die!’ The maiden sank to the ground, a dagger in her bosom, her white arm outflung.
The audience went wild. They applauded, whistled, stamped and, those members of it who were not weeping into their handkerchiefs, leapt to their feet with cries of ‘More! More!’
The dark-haired lady in the expensive box close to the stage gripped the velvet-upholstered rim and held her breath. For the audience who had flocked to see the final performance of The Sicilian Seducer, or InnocenceBetrayed, the tension was over and they could relax into their appreciation of the melodrama. For Lady Maude Templeton, the climax of the evening was about to occur and, she was determined, it would change her life for ever.
‘You would never guess it, but she must be forty if she’s a day,’ Lady Standon remarked, lowering her opera glass from a careful study of the corpse who was just being helped to her feet by her leading man.
‘One is given to understand that La Belle Marguerite never mentions anything so sordid as age, Jessica.’ Her husband turned from making an observation to Lord Pangbourne.
‘Fine figure of a woman,’ the earl grunted. He was still applauding enthusiastically. ‘Not surprising that she was such a sensation on the Continent.’
‘And so much of that figure on display,’ Jessica murmured to Maude, who broke her concentration on the shadowy wings long enough to smile at her friend’s sly remark. The loss of focus lasted only a moment. Tonight was the night, she knew it. With the excitement that surrounded a last night at the Unicorn she had her best opportunity to slip backstage. And once she was there, to make what she could of the situation.
Then her breath caught in her throat and her heart beat harder, just as it always did when she glimpsed him. Eden Hurst, proprietor of the Unicorn theatre, strode on to the stage and held up both hands for silence. And by some miracle—or sheer charisma—he got it, the tumult subsiding enough that his powerful voice could be heard.
‘My lords, ladies, gentlemen. We thank you. On behalf of Madame Marguerite and the Company of the Unicorn, I thank you. Tonight was the last performance of TheSicilian Seducer for this, our first full Season.’ He paused while exaggerated groans and shouts of ‘shame!’ resounded through the stalls and up into the gods. ‘But we are already looking forward to Her Precious Honour to open in six weeks’time and I can assure her many admirers that Madame Marguerite will take the leading role in this dramatic tale of love triumphant over adversity. Good night to you all and I hope to welcome you next week for our revival of that old favourite, How to Tease and How toPlease, with the celebrated Mrs Furlow in the leading role.’
‘Damn good comedy that,’ Lord Pangbourne pronounced, getting to his feet. ‘I recall it when it first came out. In ’09, was it? Or the year after?’
Maude did not hear her father. Down below in the glare of the new gas lights stood the man she desired, the man she knew she could love, the man she had wanted ever since she had first seen him a year before.
Since then she had existed on the glimpses she had caught of him. In his theatre she sat imprisoned, in a box so close she could have almost reached down and touched him. On the rare occasions he had attended a social function where she had been present he had been frustratingly aloof from the unmarried ladies, disappearing into the card rooms to talk to male acquaintances or flirting with the fast young widows and matrons. And even she, bold as she was, could not hunt down a man to whom she had not been introduced and accost him. Not in the midst of a society ball and not a man of shady origins who had arrived in England trailing a tantalising reputation for ruthless business dealing and shocking amours.
And last Season he had closed the Unicorn for renovations and returned to the Continent for a tour with his leading lady only months after they had arrived in England.
Standing there, he dominated the stage by sheer presence. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an intense masculine elegance in his dark coat and tight pantaloons, yet somehow flamboyant and dramatic. Maude caught the sharp glitter of diamonds at his throat and from the heavy ring on his left hand and recognised that his clothes had been cut with an edge of exaggeration that would be out of place in a polite drawing room. He was a showman, demanding and receiving attention just as much as the most histrionic actor.
‘Maude.’ Jessica nudged her. ‘One of these evenings your papa is going to notice that you dream through the performances and only wake up when Mr Hurst is on stage.’
‘I don’t dream,’ she contradicted, finally getting to her feet as Eden Hurst walked off stage to loud applause. ‘I am watching and I am listening. I have to learn how this place works.’
She had never managed to speak to him. The only words he had spoken in her presence had been to a shopkeeper while she, the bright, lively, witty Lady Maude had stood in Mr Todmorton’s perfume shop, struck dumb by the sheer beauty of the man. But three days ago, thanks to an overheard conversation at Lady Robert’s otherwise dull reception, she had discovered that Mr Hurst had been making discreet approaches to potential investors. And that, she realised, gave her the perfect excuse.
Now she must have her wits about her as she followed her father and the Standons down to the main lobby of the Unicorn. Parties were gathering and chattering beneath the famous clock that hung from the neck of the one-horned beast charging out of the wall like a ship’s figurehead. As she had hoped, Jessica stopped to speak to a friend. Gareth, her husband, waited patiently beside her while Maude slid through the crowd to her father’s side.
‘Papa, Jessica invited me to drive home with her and to spend the night,’ she said as he clicked his fingers at the attendant for their cloaks. It was quite true, Jessica had done just that and Maude had thanked her nicely and explained that she thought her papa would expect her home tonight.
Which was also true, so very gratifyingly she had told no actual untruths. And she was, after all, a lady o f resource with money in her reticule who was perfectly capable of finding herself a hackney carriage. Eventually.
