A Little Bit Scandalous

By Robyn DeHart

A Little Bit Scandalous by Robyn DeHart
A woman in search of a gamble...
Mathematics prodigy, Caroline Jellico, plans to support herself by winning big in the gaming hells of London - while dressed as a boy. She's tired of waiting for the elusive Roe to notice her. She'll marry him or no man.
A gambler in need of redemption...
Monroe Grisham, Duke of Chanceworth, needs to marry off his beautiful young ward and ensure she attaches herself to the right man, not an irresponsible cad like him. But all grown up now, Caroline's presence is an utter distraction. One he can neither act on nor deny.
A game of seduction...
But when Roe and Caroline meet across the gambling table, all bets are off. Seduction is in the cards and the winner will take all... or lose everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Aug 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781622662296

Robyn DeHart

Robyn DeHart always knew she wanted to be a writer, but it took a while to discover precisely what she wanted to write. Reading Kathleen Woodiwiss's A Rose in Winter sealed the deal, and she's been reading and writing romance ever since. She should have realized she was destined for this career when her Barbies insisted on hosting elaborate masquerade parties, complete with stolen kisses in the moonlight. Researching her novels is always exciting, but when it involves eating chocolate, it's especially sweet. She lives in the foothills of the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee, with her incredibly supportive husband and two very spoiled cats. She loves to hear from readers.

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A Little Bit Scandalous

Robyn DeHart

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 by Robyn DeHart. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Alethea Spiridon Hopson & Rima Jean

Cover design by Elizabeth Pelletier

Ebook ISBN 978-1-62266-229-6

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition August 2013

Other Books by Robyn DeHart

A Little Bit Wicked

A Little Bit Sinful

Coming in 2014

Masquerading Mistresses

To my dad, mathematician and blackjack player extraordinaire. You never wavered when I told you I wanted to be a writer, instead you pulled out your credit card and paid for that first RT conference when I was only 19. (and I got to meet Fabio!) Your support means the world.

Special thanks to my editor, Alethea, for dealing with my rougher-than-necessary drafts and for loving my work enough to buy it. I love working with you.

And as always to my husband for not blinking when you come home and I still haven’t done the dishes or taken a shower. To my girls, thank you for your patience when Mommy says, not right now, girls, Mommy has to get her pages done. I love y’all.

Table of Contents

Cover

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

Epilogue

About the Author

Prologue

Chanceworth Hall, Dorset countryside, 1869

Monroe Grisham, Sixth Duke of Chanceworth, paced the front parlor of his country estate. If he didn’t get back to London soon he would go mad from sheer boredom.

The soft butter-yellow of the room was annoyingly cheerful, and all the furniture felt small and dainty, making him keenly aware of his size. He wasn’t quite as tall as his brother, but Roe’s shoulders were broad enough to make him look as if he sat upon children’s furniture. So he found the largest piece to sit on, the settee. He’d sit in a different room, but damned if his mother hadn’t decorated them all roughly the same.

Being around his ward, Caroline Jellico, was also a problem as it did nothing but remind him of everything that went wrong with her brother, Christopher. It was impossible not to notice she had grown into a beautiful woman, and Roe found it distracting. Of course, he didn’t actually think of her that way. Not when she was his ward. Not when he was the one responsible for her brother’s death. Not when she was so young. But sometimes he wondered if he didn’t have to work a little too hard to remind himself just how young she was.

Tomorrow they would all leave for London so Caroline could be introduced to Society. Once she found an appropriate suitor and Roe married her off, things in his life would be much simpler, albeit lonelier. His late night poker games would no longer be with her, but rather his usual companions in London. She had to become the lady she was meant to be.

As if his thoughts of her had summoned her, Caroline tapped on the door and then stepped inside the room. She wore one of the many new gowns he’d purchased, with the help of his mother, for her introduction to Society, as he didn’t know a flounce from a ruffle. Tonight’s was a light green confection that made her look every bit as wide-eyed and fresh as her eighteen years.

Eighteen wasn’t so terribly young. It was more than old enough for a girl’s debut. More than old enough for a girl to be courted, wooed, and wed. He’d flirted with many a girl Caroline’s age. He had flirted with those other girls not so much because he desired them or because he was searching for a wife, but because it was what Society expected of him. And every now and then, he liked to do precisely that merely to keep them entertained.

So why did eighteen seem so much younger on her than it did on other young women? Perhaps because those other young women were from London. They were more cynical at eighteen than he could ever imagine Caroline being.

Caroline, did you need something? Have you finished packing? he asked.

She took a shuddering breath. Yes. I have finished packing. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I was thinking, that is, I wondered if perhaps I wouldn’t have to have a proper Season.

Roe frowned and shook his head. Do you not want to marry?

No, I do, very much actually, she said, pink staining her cheeks.

He tried not to notice the rest of her features, but damned if the blush didn’t seem to highlight them. The soft bow of her lips, the small tilt of her nose, the luscious curve of her neck. What the devil was wrong with him? He cleared his throat. You can’t very well expect to meet a proper husband if you do not allow me to introduce you into Society.

She bit down on her lip and looked at him, her brown eyes seeming large and full of wonder. She was a pretty thing, beautiful in a way he never found women her age, though he’d noticed Caroline’s handsomeness often, too often to be considered a good guardian. What if I have already found the perfect candidate?

Roe leaned back. The chit was surprising, he’d give her that. How had he not known Caroline had a beau? Why hadn’t his mother mentioned she’d attracted the attention of one of the local swains? Perhaps the lad wasn’t up to snuff. Well, who is this young man? Has he intentions to marry you?

She shook her head slightly. He does not know of my affections, but I believe I would make him an excellent wife.

He felt an unsuspecting jab of jealousy and wanted to find the man and pound some sense into him. Of course you would, Roe said. That’s what a guardian should say, he supposed. She would make some man a good wife. She was smart, smarter than most women, he’d wager. And she was attractive, congenial, the sort of thing most men looked for in a wife. I could speak to him on your behalf, if you’d like. Christopher would want Caroline married to a good man, not simply a good match, but a man who would treat her the way she deserved to be treated.

She chuckled awkwardly, then crossed the room to him. That might be difficult as it is you. She sat next to him and gathered his hands in hers.

I beg your pardon?

You, Monroe. I wish to marry you. She brought his hand to her lips and pressed a sweet kiss to his flesh. I would make you a good duchess. I know that my lineage isn’t as perfect as some, but I more than make up for that with my mind. When he didn’t immediately respond, she continued. I realize you probably do not have tender feelings for me, but you could in time. Or I shall love enough for the both of us.

She loved him.

He swore. Damned if he wasn’t tempted. Convention said he should marry and produce an heir for his title. He’d not been inclined to do that anytime soon. Caroline was beautiful and seductive in the most innocent of ways, but he wasn’t thinking marriage, he was thinking of bedding her. Not the sort of thing he should be considering when he looked at her, his best friend’s sister. Caroline, I cannot marry you. I am…we simply would not make a good match.

She opened her mouth, then bit down on her lip. Silence. And then finally, I see. She exhaled slowly.

How had he never noticed that she fancied him? She’d never indicated as much during the time they’d spent together. He wanted to say more, to tell her that were he anyone else, she’d make an excellent wife. But he knew he was incapable of the kind of love a woman like Caroline needed, the kind of love she deserved. He wanted to tell her that she’d certainly find a man who’d adore her. She was a charming, intelligent, and beautiful woman. But he said nothing because he knew that nothing he could offer would matter. I shall see you on the morrow.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she set her jaw and nodded stiffly. Yes, I’ll be ready. She turned and left the room.

They went to London the following day, he, Caroline, and his mother. Caroline was introduced into Society and stayed for all of two weeks before declaring she was done and wished to return to the countryside. He didn’t fight her on the decision and allowed her to go because it was easier than continuing to watch other men flirt with her all around London.

What kind of man was he that he refused to marry Caroline himself, but didn’t want her marrying anyone else, either?

Chapter One

London 1876

Caroline Jellico pulled on the trousers over her drawers and fastened them. She slipped the linen shirt over her head and straightened it, then tucked it into the waistband of the tweed pants. Her bound breasts felt strange against the strip of linen that held them tightly against her. She pulled up the suspenders and then donned the coat she knew she wouldn’t take off. Even if it proved to be hotter than Hades inside the gaming hell, she’d leave it on.

She wound up her hair and knotted it into a tight bun on the top of her head, tucking the flat cap down over it, effectively hiding everything but the color. She’d cut a fringe to the front of her hair so some of it fell across her forehead. No doubt she looked very much the part of a newsboy.

Using the soot she’d collected from the fireplace, she smudged some on her face and dirtied her fingernails. She stood back, looking at herself in the mirror. Newsboy, or perhaps a chimney sweep, a good disguise. No one would suspect her a woman. For the first time in her life, she thanked God she was tall and slender. It certainly made her look more the part. She could definitely pass for a young man. Taking one last look, she took a deep breath and left the room.

She flew down the stairs and headed straight for the parlor at the back of the house. It was where the two sisters preferred to spend their evenings after dinner. Breathe. Just breathe.

She stepped inside the room. Well, how do I look? she asked.

The two older women turned simultaneously. One shook her head, the other smiled broadly.

I look like a boy, don’t I? Caroline asked.

Millie clapped. Caroline, it’s perfect. She came to her feet so she could reach up and touch the hair exposed on her forehead. Cutting your hair was a most excellent addition to the look.

I think so, too. Caroline shifted her weight to the other leg, then walked around the room a bit. It would take a while to get used to wearing the trousers. She was so very used to corsets and heavy woolen gowns.

I still believe this is far too dangerous, Aggie said.

Millie looked at her older sister and sighed. "We’ve discussed this. Multiple times. The girl wants to play. This is her only option. Rodale’s is the safest gaming hell in all of London."

She has another option, she could not play. Or I could invite people over to play her, Aggie said.

Millie waved her hand dismissively. No, she wants to play an honest game with a true opponent.

And she wanted to win, to win enough money to convert her family’s townhome into a boarding house for other orphans, girls who were too old to live in asylums and didn’t have the benefit of guardians in the form of handsome dukes. But Caroline said none of that. She wasn’t ready to share her plans with anyone.

I would feel better if you told that step-son of yours what was going on, Aggie said with a tight frown. Let him know Caroline will be playing in his establishment so he can protect her.

Aggie, dear, we’ve already agreed your man will accompany Caroline into Rodale’s. He will keep her safe, Millie said. You said yourself that you would trust him with your own life. Will he not also protect our dear Caroline?

Of course. Boomer is most capable, Aggie said. Still, anything could happen. Someone could identify her as a woman and then what shall we do?

How could anyone believe me a woman when I look like this? Caroline turned a circle so they could get a full view of her.

Aggie frowned. At least slouch your shoulders. I don’t believe young men have such nice posture.

Caroline smiled and nodded at Aggie. I shall be very careful. I am merely going to play cards. Nothing more. She held up her hand as if she were making a pledge, then thought better of it and simply offered Aggie a smile. Before coming to stay here, she’d only met Millie’s sister a handful of times, but she had always liked the woman despite her eccentricities. Still, she would have expected a little more forward thinking for a woman who had taken her manservant as her lover.

Yes, but remember, you will not be allowed in the main room, Aggie said. Servants and commoners must play in the back room. You’ll be with them, as you certainly can’t pose as a young gentleman.

Precisely. And being in the back room allows me to play with your man, Caroline said.

Aggie couldn’t help but smile. Yes, Boomer is a good man, He will keep you safe.

Millie grabbed Caroline’s hands. You must keep your disguise at all costs. It is very important. If your true identity were discovered, it would ruin your reputation forever.

Caroline didn’t point out that her reputation was of little value as it was. She was an orphan and the barely acknowledged ward of a man who usually ignored her existence. She was of such little consequence socially she had virtually no name to ruin. Nevertheless, she agreed. She would never do anything to tarnish Millicent Grisham’s good name. The duchess had an impeccable reputation. The woman had cared for her and basically raised her since Caroline had been orphaned at fifteen and sent to live with her new guardian, the Duke of Chanceworth. He hadn’t been willing to uphold his duty, but had somehow convinced his mother to take Caroline in.

I believe I’m ready, Caroline said. I should like to get this first night over with. Get past the disguise and get on to playing the game. ‘Tis the point, after all.

Best of luck, my dear. I know you shall win. You are quite brilliant, Millie said. I would kiss your cheek, but you’re a little sooty.

Well, if this all goes amiss, we certainly know whom to blame, Aggie said.

Indeed. My dear son should never have taught Caroline to play in the first place, Millie said.

Precisely. I was perfectly content with embroidery before he taught me the game.

Millie shook her head. You are terrible at embroidery, my dear.

Caroline sighed dramatically. Quite true. It is why I must play cards.

And with that, she was off, into the hired hack with the driver they’d procured for her with Boomer, Mildred’s special servant at her side. He never said much, but Caroline could tell that, despite the man’s oppressive appearance, he was a gentle man.

The ride to Rodale’s seemed to take forever, as if the carriage were traveling through mud, but it hadn’t rained in two days and Caroline knew the streets were clear. Her nerves were rattled, twisting her dinner into knots. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The game was second nature, but so far, she had only played the people she herself had taught. It wasn’t a legitimate test of her skill. But playing with others, with men who knew the game, that would be the right measure. That could prove she didn’t have to rely on others forever, that she could do something on her own. And hopefully, she’d actually win some money, perhaps even enough to restore her family’s townhome so that she might live on her own, support herself.

The carriage pulled to a stop and she stepped down, the weight of the unfamiliar boots felt heavy and cumbersome on her feet. But she stepped forward, climbed the stairs, and walked into Rodale’s, the most luxurious gaming hell in all of London.

The entrance for servants and commoners was on the side of the building, near the alleyway, and prevented her from seeing the main gaming area where the gentlemen would play. Instead, she found herself in a room the size of a dining hall. It hosted six tables, and she immediately found one playing the game she sought, Vingt-et-un, the French card game where players sought to beat the dealer to reach twenty-one.

Caroline took a few steadying breaths, reminded herself who she was tonight, then approached one of the tables. It was still relatively early in the evening for gaming so there were three empty seats remaining. She took one and placed her coin on the table to buy into the game.

The other men eyed her, summing her up, and she held her breath, waiting for one of them to call her bluff and declare her a woman, but they merely nodded and she was dealt her cards. Sweat itched her palms, but she wouldn’t wipe them, refusing to show these men her fear. She was a man, at least for the time being, and men wouldn’t be afraid of something so simple as a card game.

She swallowed, placed her first bet, and looked at her cards.

Reviews for A Little Bit Scandalous

[bookworm2bookworm · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

In the conclusion of Robyn DeHart’s Forbidden Love trilogy we are back to fun and scorching sensuality!

I adored both hero and heroine and loved their road to happily ever after. The heroine with strength of her convictions and a hero whose behavior kept me in the dark and on the verge of declaring him beta, but in the end the alpha won.

This story had it all, from characters who can melt your heart to the wonderfully witty dialogue, I enjoyed it all, despite the predictability of the plot.

All in all, great series and highly recommended!

Melanie for b2b

Complimentary copy provided by the publisher