The Unrepentant Rake

By Barbara Monajem

England, 1802. Beatrix March chose to be a governess rather than let an overbearing husband rule her. Even though she never intends to marry, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy a man's company – especially when presented with one as tempting as notorious rake Simon Carling! Simon doesn't usually seduce virtuous governesses, but Beatrix is unlike any woman he's ever encountered. Her luscious curves were made to grace a man's bed, and he's never denied himself such satisfaction before. Flouting society's tedious conventions, in favour of thrilling chemistry, may force Beatrix and Simon to contemplate the unthinkable – marriage!

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Feb 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781460805183

Barbara Monajem

Barbara Monajem grew up in western Canada. She wrote her first story in third grade about apple tree gnomes. After dabbling in neighborhood musicals and teen melodrama, she published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young. Now her kids are adults, and she writes historical and paranormal romance for grownups. She lives in Georgia, USA , with an ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and mostly feline strays.

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THE UNREPENTANT RAKE

Barbara Monajem

www.millsandboon.com.au

England, 1802

Beatrix March chose to be a governess rather than let an overbearing husband rule her. Even though she never intends to marry, it doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy a man’s…company—especially when presented with one as tempting as notorious rake Simon Carling!

Simon doesn’t usually seduce virtuous governesses, but Beatrix is unlike any woman he’s ever encountered. Her luscious curves were made to grace a man’s bed, and he’s never denied himself such satisfaction before.

Flouting society’s tedious conventions, in favor of thrilling chemistry, may force Beatrix and Simon to contemplate the unthinkable—marriage!

Author Note

When Simon Carling showed up on the first page of The Wanton Governess, he was only a secondary character—the annoying brother of the hero, James. But he coaxed, cajoled, and even wheedled (although he will deny that) to get a starring role in his own story. I’m brilliant, devastatingly attractive, and utterly incorrigible, he told me. You know you can’t resist.

Fine, but if I had to work at it, so did he. I pitted him against a heroine with plans of her own and invoked the aid of a saint as well. This story is the result. Three guesses… Who won?

Dedication

Saint Davnet was an Irish saint who lived in the 6th or 7th century. Very little is known about her, so I took a few liberties. This story is dedicated to her, with apologies.

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Hampshire, 1802

‘It’s a toe bone,’ Beatrix March said, and went on rummaging through her little leather chest.

Eudora, the eldest of the Ottersby sisters, dropped the silver reliquary onto the bed with a tiny shriek. ‘A bone?’

Beatrix refrained from rolling her eyes, but only because she was Eudora’s governess and had to set an example of ladylike behaviour. ‘A twelve-hundred-year-old toe bone belonging to St. Davnet. It’s a holy reliquary, and it’s been in my family for centuries. Aha!’ She pulled a folded paper pattern from the bottom of the chest and spread it on the coverlet. ‘Here’s the one I was looking for. Beetle wing appliqué is very popular just now. This will make a lovely reticule.’

Eudora made an unenthusiastic sound of agreement. None of the Ottersby girls showed much interest in embroidery, but Eudora was the worst, because all she ever thought about was love. She picked up the little reliquary again, this time with only the tips of her fingers, and shook it. The bone rattled inside.

‘Gently, please!’ Beatrix said. ‘Holy relics should be treated with reverence.’

Eudora’s fingers tightened around the tarnished silver box and chain. ‘Does one pray to it? Is it magic?’

‘According to legend, it bestows family harmony upon the possessor.’ Beatrix repacked several scarves and a paper of pins.

‘Family harmony?’ Eudora pouted. ‘How boring!’

‘Not at all,’ Beatrix said, without expecting her pupil to understand. The Ottersby household was the most unharmonious she’d had the misfortune to work for, but Eudora had never known anything better. ‘Harmony is extremely important. In a family bound together by love, where everyone respects and cares for the others, all have a chance to flourish. In a family full of discord and strife, no one is happy.’ She put out her hand, and Eudora dropped the reliquary into it with a petulant sigh.

Beatrix set the reliquary on a folded shawl, packed the rest of her fabric and silk threads on top, and buckled the lid shut. She pushed the chest under her bed and stood. Pointedly, she said, ‘I hope that when you marry, you will strive for love and harmony with your husband.’

Eudora’s face paled. ‘That will never happen. Mama will make me marry someone rich and horrid, because the only man I will ever love is afraid to talk to me!’

Unfortunately, this was all too likely. Lady Ottersby had grand ambitions for her daughters. Beatrix didn’t believe in allowing relatives to get in the way of living one’s life, which was why she had chosen never to marry. One never knew what men were really like until it was too late (or almost too late, in her own case). Beatrix had escaped marriage by a hair and wouldn’t recommend it to any thinking woman.

Eudora wasn’t given much to thinking, though. Shy Mr. Conk, who was reasonably well-off and lived in a neighbouring village, would make a good husband for her, if only he could be induced to stammer out a proposal.

‘All he needs is a good, sharp nudge,’ Beatrix said.

‘I’ve been trying to nudge him for months,’ Eudora retorted. ‘It will take much, much more than that.’

I should never have mentioned love, Beatrix told herself two days later, when she realized that the reliquary was gone.

After the first shock of loss, she wasn’t entirely surprised. Mr. Conk had dropped by the following day, sat tongue-tied with the ladies for ten minutes at most, and then escaped to the stables with Lord Ottersby to inspect a newly-purchased hunter. That evening, a determined stubbornness had crept into Eudora’s already sullen demeanor, and when Beatrix had greeted her at the breakfast table the next morning, she’d averted her eyes.

The foolish girl thought to bring him up to scratch through magic.

It wouldn’t work, but Beatrix had been the Ottersby girls’ governess for several months—long enough to know that once an idea took possession of Eudora’s mind, nothing would pry it

Reviews for The Unrepentant Rake

[cassie.peters1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This was a great read.