Tall, Dark and Royal

By Vanessa Kelly

He's the man behind the mission to track down the illegitimate children of England's Royal Princes and help them get their due. But his deepest desire is far more personal. . .

Magnificent and stubborn. Fourteen years apart had not changed Chloe Steele, or Dominic Hunter's love for her. He'd been a street urchin, a boy raised at court, and finally a magistrate, yet he'd never belonged anywhere--except by her side. Now Chloe devoted herself to girls threatened by scandal--like she had been. But she was in danger, and Dominic was determined to help--and hopefully make up for lost time. . .

Even in childhood, Dominic had made Chloe feel safe. Now she also felt thrillingly flustered by the powerful man he'd become, and by the longing he inspired. Because Dominic meant not only to protect her, but to untangle the lies that had separated them. Yet for Chloe, surrendering to temptation may be easier than risking a future that could ruin them both. . .

Praise for Vanessa Kelly's Renegade Royals series

"Has all the elements of my favorite novels--a bad boy hero, a spirited heroine, a dash of intrigue, and a sizzling romance. Put her on your auto-buy list; you won't be disappointed." --Shana Galen

"Will definitely resonate with fans of Mary Jo Putney and Joanne Bourne." --Booklist

"Diverting dialogue, delightful surprises and finely tuned pacing to make this a winner." --Publishers Weekly (starred review)

36,000 Words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zebra Books
• Release date: Nov 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781420131314

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Chapter One

Village of Camberwell

April 1815

Dominic Hunter wheeled his curricle between the iron-mounted gates that bracketed the forecourt of the handsome Jacobean manor house. Peter, his groom, leapt down before the carriage came to a full stop at the portico.

Stable the horses, Dominic ordered. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying.

Aye, Sir Dominic. I’ll give ’em a rubdown myself.

Dominic had crammed the horses more than he normally would on the busy road from London to Camberwell because the message he’d received this morning had made him break out in a cold sweat.

Chloe is in need of your assistance. She claims to be fine, but I think it best you come immediately.

—Griffin Steele

How typical of Griffin to refer to his mother by her given name, as typical as his lamentably terse note. But Griffin would never summon Dominic unless the situation called for it, which meant things were far from fine.

The fact that it was Griffin rather than Chloe asking for his help was an added irritant. After her dramatic and emotional reappearance two months ago, Chloe had subsequently adopted a calm, carefully polite manner to keep Dominic at bay. She’d spent the long years of their separation building walls around her heart, walls she seemed reluctant to dismantle. Dominic understood better than anyone the wounds Chloe had suffered. Any reasonable man would give her the time she needed to adjust to the momentous change in her circumstances. After all, for years, Dominic and Griffin had feared she was dead. To have her suddenly back in their lives was a shock for all of them.

Still, when it came to Chloe, Dominic was anything but reasonable. He wanted to blast through the barriers to reach the sweet, innocent girl he’d loved, the girl he’d spent fourteen long years searching for. That Chloe was still sweet was undeniable, and her innocent and loving heart burned bright and true as the North Star. But layered over those gentle qualities was a wary approach to life that spoke of abuse and pain and exposure to an uncaring world. Every time Dominic saw Chloe’s gaze turn inward, her fawn-colored eyes growing dark with quiet desolation, he wanted to tear something—or someone—apart.

He was one of the most powerful men in England, but in the face of Chloe’s pain he felt utterly helpless.

Hill, Chloe’s butler, opened the door at Dominic’s knock and ushered him into the old-fashioned entrance hall.

You’re expected, Sir Dominic. Concern lent Hill’s aging, narrowed features a sharp look. Mrs. Piper and Mr. and Mrs. Steele are waiting in the back drawing room.

Although Chloe’s true name was Steele, she’d been living in Camberwell for years as Mrs. Piper, a wealthy but reclusive widow from Northumberland. She’d maintained that fictitious persona with rigorous discipline. It had prevented even Dominic, with the resources of the Intelligence Service at his disposal, from finding her. It baffled him why Chloe had chosen to hide when she must have known he’d do anything for her, make any sacrifice necessary to protect her. All she would say was that she’d been convinced everyone thought her dead, and she’d believed her sudden reappearance in their lives would be too disruptive.

It was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. And he was beginning to suspect she’d convinced herself that she was more a burden than a blessing in their lives, and that her past would bring her son and her friends nothing but shame and disgrace.

How is she? Dominic asked.

The butler grimaced. Mrs. Piper is being obstinate, I’m sorry to say. Told me I was an old hen to carry on so.

Dominic wasn’t surprised by Hill’s blunt speech. The man was more than Chloe’s butler—he was a trusted confidant and had for years been providing discreet assistance in her sometimes dangerous charitable work. Dominic suspected he provided another kind of support, too, standing in for the father she’d lost a long time ago.

I suppose if she can gripe at you, then she’s not in too bad a shape, Dominic said cautiously.

You don’t know Mrs. Piper, Hill muttered.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? Dominic was afraid he didn’t know Chloe anymore. He didn’t know what she wanted and, more importantly, what she needed from him.

He followed Hill along the low-ceiled hallway of the old house, taking in the quiet. On most days when Dominic came to call, at least three or four of the girls would be rambling noisily about or taking lessons with Chloe. There were also two young women who’d recently given birth, finding shelter under Chloe’s generous protection.

All told, there were currently seven girls at the manor, all either pregnant or with infants. Every single one had been abandoned by her family or forced away until after the pregnancy. Through word of mouth or the help of a mutual friend, they had found their way to the refuge of Chloe’s house in the countryside.

But today, tension held the unnaturally quiet house in its grip, as if something violent had fractured the security Chloe provided for her charges.

When Hill opened the door at the end of the hall, Dominic strode through but came to a sudden halt, his heart jolting at the sight of Chloe reclining on a chaise with a bandage wrapped around her head. Justine Steele, Dominic’s godchild, sat next to her holding a teacup. Lounging in a nearby armchair was Griffin Steele, Chloe’s son and Justine’s husband.

What the hell is going on here? Dominic snapped. He glared at Griffin, who had a knack for finding or, indeed, creating trouble. How did your mother get hurt?

Griffin let out a dramatic sigh as he came to his feet. You have a lamentable tendency to blame me for everything, Dominic. I had nothing to do with Mother’s, er, little accident.

Chloe threw aside her lap robe and stood. Dominic, I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about.

But when she wobbled, Justine had to make a grab for her. In an instant, Dominic was by Chloe’s side. For God’s sake, sit down. He gently lowered her back to the chaise.

Her tall, slender body felt fragile in his hands, as if the merest touch could break her. But appearances were deceptive. For all her pale, delicate beauty, Chloe had a strong will and character that had withstood years of tribulation.

You know the doctor told you to stay off your feet and rest, Justine affectionately scolded.

I’m not sure how she’s supposed to rest with you lot fussing over her, Griffin said. Hill has been popping in and out like a character from a farce, not to mention all the girls sneaking in. It’s a bloody circus.

Justine frowned at her husband. They’re worried about Chloe.

Dominic throttled back his impulse to snap. I would be most grateful if someone—anyone—would answer my question. Wait, he said to Justine. First, tell me what the physician said.

"Perhaps you might try asking Chloe, Sir Dominic, Chloe said with pointed courtesy. As you can see, she is perfectly capable of speech."

Dominic mentally winced. Chloe only used his title when annoyed with him. I’m sorry, my dear. But it was a shock to come upon you looking like you’d been set upon by thieves.

Thankfully, she flashed him a wry, forgiving smile. Apology accepted. She shifted her legs and patted the seat of the chaise. Sit down and let Justine get you a cup of tea while I tell you all about it. Not that I wanted to drag you into this ridiculous and unfortunate episode, but my son insisted. Who knew Griffin could fuss and worry as much as any old maid?

Her son—one of the most ruthless and powerful men in London—rolled his eyes but declined to defend himself.

What happened to your head? Dominic eyed the bandage wrapped around her brow.

I bumped it, that’s all, Chloe replied. The doctor insisted I wear this silly thing and my son won’t let me take it off.

Griffin narrowed his dark gaze on his mother. "You didn’t bump your head. It was bumped for you when that bloody bastard shoved you into the wall. And you will keep that bandage on for as long as is required."

Dominic had been reaching to accept a cup from Justine, but his hand froze in midair. Slowly, he turned to Chloe. Someone shoved you?

Chloe’s shoulders unconsciously hiked up a notch. "Yes, but it wasn’t a very hard shove. Truly, I’m fine."

Dominic could hear Griffin grinding his teeth from several feet away. He sympathized, but the situation was confusing enough without him losing his temper, at least not until he’d apprised himself of the facts.

But once he tracked down the man who had dared to touch Chloe, the bastard would rue the day he was born.

What did the doctor say? he asked quietly, taking her long, slim fingers in his. Chloe was a lady to the tips of her toes, but her hands bore one or two faint scars and the marks of kitchen burns. As he’d come to learn, she’d worked hard over the years, first as a nurse and companion to an elderly woman, and then in running her large household. She’d been born into a genteel existence, but fate had decreed another type of life for her, and she was not a woman to shirk either work or responsibility.

Chloe gave his fingers a comforting squeeze but then carefully withdrew her hand. Dominic’s heart twinged at the subtle distance she insisted on placing between them.

You’re not to worry. Her voice held a soft, comforting quality that reminded him of simpler times. Dominic’s life had never been simple, but Chloe had always made it seem easy and uncomplicated. It’s a nasty little bump, but I felt only a momentary dizziness, more from shock than anything else. The doctor simply wants me to keep a cold compress on my head to take down the swelling.

Dominic gently pressed two fingers along her finely carved jaw, turning her head slightly to examine the compress. Her skin was as soft as the inside of a rose petal, and he had to smother the urge to stroke her slim throat and white shoulder. Chloe was a year or so past her fortieth year, but her skin was still silky and unblemished by time.

One of her hands fluttered up to touch his shoulder before retreating. Dominic, truly, there is no cause for concern, at least not about my silly head.

"I’m relieved to hear it, but clearly something is

Reviews for Tall, Dark and Royal

[julied2 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I love the Renegade Royal series and have waited for Dominic and Chloe's story for what has seemed like ages. Dominic has adored Chloe for years, and when she was found to be alive and well after he had been told of her demise, he's decided to make her his. But he has to be very careful and not scare her away.Chloe is happy now helping young girls in distress and threatened with scandal, she know's all about that scenario and had no one to turn to. She can see her son, he's a grown man now, and of cause Dominic. She's always felt safe when he was around and her feelings for him have become very different, he's so big and handsome, he keeps making her feel all a flutter. Can she resist him, should she?For a novella this story really has a big punch to it. The two main characters had so much chemistry together it was wonderful. The pages crackled and sizzled with the love scenes, and the romance and love was obvious between then.Chloe and Dominic finally achieved their happy ever after and I wanted to cheer for their good fortune. (silly me)And now I eagerly await the next heartwarming and also thrilling story in The Renegade Royals series by the amazing author Vanessa Kelly. I can hardly wait.

[eyes92c · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

...heartfelt journey to love!The story of Domonic Hunter and Chloe Steele gives more background into the lives of those royals born to others.Griffin Steel features heavily along with Justine.We find out the story behind Chloe's disappearance, and are treated to the torturous sight of Domonic and Chloe circling around each other as their love, one that has survived more than 14 years, is tentatively declared and at last consummated.The force of these three vibrant personalities; of the determined Chloe, the powerful Domonic in full protection mode and the compelling Griifin are brought into relief and fully displayed as their stories rub against each other. The support they offer each other is not to be sold short.Chloe, lost in the guilt she feels denies Domonic and is determined to return to her life of rescuing young pregnant women lost and alone, much as she was.Domonic, in love with Chloe from childhood, has to learn to let her be her own person.And Griffin, is very much Griffin, supportive and decisive.A touching story highlighting the cost of love and self worth.A NetGalley ARC