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One Night with a Regency Lord: Reprobate Lord, Runaway Lady / The Return of Lord Conistone
Isabelle Goddard
Lucy Ashford
Who will you spend tonight with? Take your pick of 6 thrilling types of companion in this amazing collection of 17 stories, including:One Night with a Regency LordREPROBATE LORD, RUNAWAY LADY by Isabelle GoddardTHE RETURN OF LORD CONISTONE by Lucy AshfordOne Night with Her Brooding BossRUTHLESS BOSS, DREAM BABY by Susan StephensHER IMPOSSIBLE BOSS by Cathy WilliamsTHE SECRETARY’S BOSSMAN BARGAIN by Red GarnierOne Night with a Seductive SheikhTHE SHEIKH’S REDEMPTION by Olivia GatesFALLING FOR THE SHEIKH SHE SHOULDN’T by Fiona McArthurTHE SHEIKH AND THE SURROGATE MUM by Meredith WebberOne Night with a Tempting PlayboyFROM PLAYBOY TO PAPA! by Leanne BanksTHE LEGENDARY PLAYBOY SURGEON by Alison RobertsUNWRAPPING THE PLAYBOY by Marie FerrarellaOne Night with a Gorgeous GreekDOUKASIS’S APPRENTICE by Sarah MorganNOT JUST THE GREEK’S WIFE by Lucy MonroeAFTER THE GREEK AFFAIR by Chantelle ShawOne Night with a Red- Hot RancherTOUGH TO TAME by Diana PalmerCARRYING THE RANCHER’S HEIR by Charlene SandsONE DANCE WITH THE COWBOY by Donna Alward
One Night with a Regency Lord
Reprobate Lord, Runaway Lady
Isabelle Goddard
The Return of Lord Conistone
Lucy Ashford
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Table of Contents
Cover (#u15d46174-4038-5aa8-97f7-65e228dde333)
Title Page (#u9ea0aa2a-1b04-560d-9e13-09f6d1dba2bb)
Reprobate Lord, Runaway Lady
Excerpt (#u56149f9f-5367-5a44-8e69-c5e38021ed39)
About the Author
Dedication (#u33cc92b8-33b2-596b-9340-747f256f4ac0)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
The Return of Lord Conistone
Praise
Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author
AUTHOR NOTE
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Epilogue
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Reprobate Lord, Runaway Lady (#u386c8765-238e-562b-8609-1c72f30229c0)
Isabelle Goddard
‘A maidservant who speaks French as well as having a French name! It becomes more and more intriguing.’ Gareth looked searchingly at Amelie.
‘I’d hardly say that I spoke French,’ she said, desperately seeking a way of moving the conversation onto less dangerous ground.
‘Still, it’s an unusual maid who knows any French. And you are an unusual maid, aren’t you? You’re proud and independent, you speak genteelly and hold yourself like a lady. If it weren’t for your clothes I would take you for a lady.’
About the Author (#u386c8765-238e-562b-8609-1c72f30229c0)
ISABELLE GODDARD was born into an army family and spent her childhood moving around the UK and abroad. Unsurprisingly it gave her itchy feet, and in her twenties she escaped from an unloved secretarial career to work as cabin crew and see the world.
The arrival of marriage, children and cats meant a more settled life in the south of England, where she’s lived ever since. It also gave her the opportunity to go back to ‘school’ and eventually teach at university. Isabelle loves the nineteenth century and grew up reading Georgette Heyer, so when she plucked up the courage to begin writing herself the novels had to be Regency romances.
REPROBATE LORD, RUNAWAY LADY is Isabelle Goddard’s debut novel for Mills & Boon® Historical.
To the friends who listened.
Chapter One (#u386c8765-238e-562b-8609-1c72f30229c0)
London, 1817
‘Amelie, you will do this for me, for the family.’ It was a command rather than a question.
The young woman held her head high and blinked back the tears. Despite her resolution, there was a stricken look in the soft brown eyes.
‘Papa, I cannot. Ask anything else of me, but I cannot marry that man.’
Her father, pacing agitatedly back and forth across the worn library carpet, stopped suddenly opposite her and raked her with a piercing glare. ‘Sir Rufus Glyde is a respected nobleman, one who will give you an elegant home and a secure future. And one who will save this family from disaster.’
She looked past her father to the open window, but hardly saw the mass of roses filling the garden with a riot of colour in the late afternoon sun.
‘Surely, Papa,’ she pleaded, ‘the situation cannot be that desperate.’
Lord Silverdale was silent. His face, though still handsome, appeared haggard and drawn. He carefully brushed the snuff from a velvet sleeve and spoke quietly but insistently.
‘The family is virtually ruined. Over the past few months I have had to sell my entire stable of horses and rent out Nethercott Place to a wealthy cit. Generations of Silverdales dishonoured by the taint of city money! And now Robert’s addiction to gambling is likely to lose us our last piece of security—our house here in Grosvenor Square.’
‘In that case,’ she responded sharply, ‘why doesn’t Robert find a way of repaying what he owes?’ Her brother’s decadent lifestyle was something she could not forgive. ‘Why doesn’t he marry for money?’
Lord Silverdale looked at his daughter, breathtakingly lovely even in simple sprig muslin, and said gently, ‘Amelie, you know that it isn’t possible. What does he have to offer except debt and unsteadiness? Certainly nothing the matchmaking mamas at Almack’s want. You, on the other hand, have youth, beauty and a steadfast character. Rufus Glyde admires you and wants to make you his wife.’
‘But he is nearly twice my age.’
‘He is no more than fourteen years older than you. That is no great age. It is well for a husband to be more experienced than his wife. Then he may teach her how to go on in society.’
An image of Rufus Glyde’s dissolute eyes and thin, sneering lips swam into her vision and made her shudder. She would not wish to be taught anything by such a man. In her revulsion she twisted the cambric handkerchief she held into a vicious knot.
‘I can never care for him,’ she declared hotly.
‘But do you care for anyone else? You have had an entire Season to find someone to your taste, a Season I could ill afford. And look what has happened. You have been distant and unapproachable to the young men you’ve met. Only one was willing to brave your coldness and actually offer for you, and you dismissed his proposal out of hand. So what do you want?’
‘I want to remain single, Papa. I’m grateful for my introduction to society, but the men I’ve met have been either shallow or profligate. I shall never marry unless I find a man I truly love and respect—and that seems unlikely.’
‘You will be lucky to find any man in the future. There will be no more Seasons—and no home, either, if Sir Rufus forecloses on our mortgage,’ her father added bitterly.
She caught her breath. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I had not meant to tell you, but you should know the truth of the situation. Your brother has lost this house to Rufus Glyde. In a fit of madness he used it as a stake for his gambling. Either you marry Sir Rufus or we are homeless.’
‘How can you allow him to threaten us like this?’
‘Come, come, child, the man is willing to make a generous settlement on you, apart from returning the mortgage. He will, I am sure, always treat you with respect and you will have ample money and time to pursue your own interests. Such marriages of convenience are common among our class. You know that.’ Lord Silverdale paused, thinking of his own love marriage, its first intoxicating passion barely surviving a year. ‘They can often work far better than marrying for love.’
Amelie turned away, unwilling to show the disgust she felt.
‘I have no choice,’ her father said heavily. ‘This is a debt of honour and must be paid, one way or another.’
