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Regency Reputation: A Reputation for Notoriety / A Marriage of Notoriety
Diane Gaston
A Reputation for NotorietyAs the unacknowledged son of the lecherous Lord Westleigh, John ‘Rhys’ Rhysdale was forced to earn a crust gambling on the streets. Now he owns the most thrilling new gaming establishment in London. Witnessing polite society’s debauchery and excess every night, Rhys prefers to live on its fringes, but a mysterious masked lady tempts him into the throng.Lady Celia Gale, known only as Madame Fortune, matches Rhys card for card and kiss for stolen kiss. But the stakes are raised when Rhys discovers she’s from the very world he despises…A Marriage of NotorietyThe mysterious pianiste is the Masquerade Club’s newest attraction, captivating guests with her haunting music . What is the true identity of the lady concealed beneath the mask?Only Xavier Campion, the club’s new proprietor, recognises Phillipa Westleigh, the Lady with whom he once shared a dance. Concerned for her safety, Xavier escorts her home each night. But when their moonlit strolls are uncovered the only protection Xavier can offer is marriage!
Regency Reputation
A Reputation for Notoriety
A Marriage of Notoriety
Diane Gaston
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
DIANE GASTON always said that if she were not a mental health social worker she'd want to be a romance novelist, writing the historical romances she loved to read. When this dream came true she discovered a whole new world of friends and happy endings. Diane lives in Virginia, near Washington DC, with her husband and three very ordinary house cats. She loves to hear from readers! Contact her at www.dianegaston.com (http://www.dianegaston.com) or on Facebook or Twitter.
Table of Contents
Cover (#u55792c1b-7008-587f-8836-d2b7743136d1)
Title Page (#u77f4a4ea-3ff7-5067-99f7-3e9bbdf52408)
About the Author (#u630d0815-e118-5f24-9c2d-6ba5b976e738)
A Reputation for Notoriety (#u8e30c985-374d-5803-84df-c253512cc792)
Dedication (#u30dbd87e-deea-584f-bea4-be9a299a590d)
Prologue (#ulink_2dd985cd-6ff6-507f-ab2c-e0758ec83fec)
Chapter One (#ulink_7cca97d6-1902-5064-85fd-cd1a9c6dc373)
Chapter Two (#ulink_e7147b24-d175-546a-9d74-99ce20348ab8)
Chapter Three (#ulink_072b3386-c45b-5fc9-b5a9-ab64fbcb8032)
Chapter Four (#ulink_e8c47bf9-dd10-5e0a-9c83-555d541fb4d8)
Chapter Five (#ulink_e162f605-5b88-5865-82c3-a9c3c8c011b9)
Chapter Six (#ulink_069f38d3-d3b0-5c56-92f0-9c2d453f0611)
Chapter Seven (#ulink_53f9fec9-ac9f-5969-bf92-5d90baa7d17f)
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)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
A Marriage of Notoriety (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue (#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)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
A Reputation for Notoriety (#uc51bd0fc-9f9c-5b68-a4fc-e4439545665f)
Diane Gaston
In fond memory of my Aunt Loraine, who taught me to enjoy life, no matter what.
Prologue (#ulink_b143ef06-1c45-5b8b-8651-ee768b140c23)
London—June 1819
Rhys noticed the woman as soon as she appeared in the game room doorway. Taller than fashionable, she held her head high as she perused the room. Her face was half covered by a black mask reminiscent of those he’d seen in Venice, crowned with feathers and painted with gilt filigree. A large garnet was set between the eyes. Visible still were her full lips, tinted and enticing.
In her deep red gown, matching the reds, greens and golds of the game room, she might have been an item he’d personally selected. He watched as she moved gracefully through the room, stepping carefully as if uncertain the space worthy of her. Did she intend to play hazard? Or one of the other games? He was keen that this woman should admire what he’d done to the gaming hell and enjoy herself.
He wanted her to return.
Rhys intensely wished for this gaming house to be a success. He would settle for nothing less than it becoming London’s most desirable place to gamble, a place both gentlemen and ladies would be eager to attend. Not for the profit it would earn, but to show he could be the best at whatever he tackled.
The challenge exhilarated him, in a way he’d not experienced since the stimulation of battle. Only this time there was no carnage in its wake.
This time there was a beautiful woman here to enjoy herself and it was his job to see that she did.
She paused in the middle of the room and he quickly made his way to her.
‘Good evening, madam.’ He bowed. ‘I am Mr Rhysdale, the proprietor of this establishment. It will be my pleasure to assist you. What game do you wish to play?’
She lifted her eyes to him. Through the black mask he saw they were an intriguing green. Her hair, a walnut-brown laced with gold, was loosely piled on her head.
Who was she?
‘Mr Rhysdale.’ She nodded and her voice was surprisingly soft and reticent. ‘I would like to play whist, but I do not have a partner.’
How he would relish partnering her himself, but he did not play in his own gaming house. He would have to find a gentleman willing to be her partner, but he’d find no enjoyment in the task. His friend Xavier would play cards with her if Rhys asked, but women much too easily succumbed to Xavier’s handsome features. No, Rhys would not pass her on to Xavier.
Rhys wanted her for himself.
Chapter One (#ulink_2cb0c366-18cb-5c40-b827-f983473ec26f)
London—May 1819, one month earlier
Rhys and his friend Xavier sat at a table in the dining room of Stephen’s Hotel. They had just been served their food when Rhys glanced towards the doorway.
Two men stood there, scanning the dining room.
Rhys knew them. Had known them since childhood. Viscount Neddington, né William Westleigh, and his brother Hugh, the legitimate sons of Earl Westleigh.
His brothers.
Rhys turned back to his food.
Xavier put down his fork with a clatter. ‘What the devil?’ He inclined his head towards the doorway. ‘Look who is here.’
Rhys glanced up. ‘They are looking for someone.’
Stephen’s Hotel catered to military men, or former military men like Rhys and Xavier. Not the usual stamping ground of the Westleighs.
Rhys waited for the inevitable moment one of the Westleighs would notice him and slip his gaze away as if Rhys had never existed. Over the years when their paths had crossed, Neddington and Hugh always tried to act as if he’d never existed. Certainly that was their wish.
Ned, the elder, taller brother, turned his head in Rhys’s direction. Their eyes locked, but this time Ned did not look away. This time he nudged his brother and the two walked straight for Rhys’s table.
‘They are headed here,’ Rhys told Xavier.
His friend blew out a breath. ‘I’ll be damned …’
Rhys continued to hold Ned’s gaze. Rhys always stood his ground with the Westleighs.
They stopped at the table.
‘Rhys.’ Ned inclined his head in an effort, Rhys supposed, to appear cordial.
‘Gentlemen.’ Rhys would be damned if he’d greet them by name and pretend an intimacy that had never existed. He gestured towards Xavier. ‘My friend, Mr Campion.’
‘We are acquainted.’ Ned bowed in acknowledgement.
‘We are indeed.’ Xavier’s tone was sarcastic.
Rhys cut another piece of meat. ‘Are you merely paying your respects, or do you seek me out?’
‘We seek you out,’ Hugh replied, his voice taut and anxious.
