Some Like It Scandalous

By Carole Mortimer

London, 1817

"You are suggesting that, now our year of mourning for our husbands has come to an end, we should all take at least one lover?"

Sophia Rowlands, the widowed Duchess of Clayborne, is shocked by her friend's daring propositionbut is even more astounded when Dante Carfax, Earl of Sherbourne, offers to do the honor! He may be rakishly handsome and undeniably arousing, but he's also four years her junior and they've been at odds ever since he stole a kiss from her ten years ago .

As a young man, Dante had taken one look at the beautiful Sophia and desired her more than any other woman beforeor since. After years of longing, he's determined to claim her at last. But can he convince Sophia to risk scandal and surrender to their passion?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media
• Release date: Nov 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781459245549

Carole Mortimer

Carole Mortimer was born in England, the youngest of three children. She began writing in 1978, and has now written over one hundred and seventy books for Harlequin Mills and Boon®. Carole has six sons, Matthew, Joshua, Timothy, Michael, David and Peter. She says, ‘I’m happily married to Peter senior; we’re best friends as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.’

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Chapter One

May, 1817

Clayborne House, London

Correct me if I am wrong, dear Genevieve, said the raven-haired Sophia Rowlands, widowed Duchess of Clayborne, looking at her two companions as the three of them stood talking together beside the crowded dance floor in the ballroom at Sophia’s town house in Grosvenor Square, but it appears to me that you are suggesting that, now our year of mourning for our husbands has come to an end, we should all take at least one lover if not several before this tedious Season closes…?

That is exactly what I am suggesting, yes. The red-haired, mischievous blue-eyed Genevieve Forster, Duchess of Woollerton laughed softly. Discreetly, of course.

Oh, of course… Sophia echoed faintly.

Genevieve giggled. Just think, my dears—in private, we might become all the rage, and become known collectively as the Daring Duchesses!

Or the scandalous ones, Sophia offered wryly.

I believe I have had quite enough of scandal this past year to last me—did you say several lovers…? the golden-haired Pandora Maybury, Duchess of Wyndwood prompted dubiously.

I do not mean for you to take them all at the same time, my dear Pandora! Genevieve assured her with an affectionate laugh. Although… Those sparkling blue eyes had settled speculatively across the room. I am sure I should not complain if those two gentlemen were numbered amongst the aforementioned lovers, either separately or together!

Genny! Pandora Maybury sounded even more shocked.

Sophia, at two and thirty, several years older than her two friends—and supposedly less shockable!—was no less unsettled by Genevieve’s suggestion, and the scandal such behaviour might bring upon them all, as she turned her deep green gaze towards the arched doorway where two strikingly handsome and rakish gentlemen were now paused in order to survey the candlelit ballroom with equally jaundiced, if different coloured, eyes.

The two gentlemen known by the ton as Devil and Lucifer!

The gentleman on the left—Devil—possessed the hard and masculine but beautiful face of a fallen angel, his fashionably styled hair also an angelic gold, the gentleman standing at his side—Lucifer—having the black hair and eyes of the same demon that lurked in those hard black orbs as his disinterested gaze skimmed across the other guests currently gathered in the crowded and noisy ballroom.

Taking either, or both of those gentlemen, as a lover, would almost certainly cause a scandal! Sophia protested.

Sherbourne does not appear to have accompanied his two friends this evening, Genevieve murmured disappointedly, as if unaware—or simply uncaring? —of Sophia’s warning.

I wonder why not? Pandora prompted with the same air of disappointment.

He is not here this evening because I did not invite him. The haughtiness of Sophia’s tone did nothing to disguise her feeling of satisfaction in that knowledge.

Indeed you did not, drawled a softly mocking voice from close behind her—so close, in fact, that Sophia felt the warm brush breath against her exposed nape! A mere oversight on your part, I am sure. Which is why I decided to correct the omission.

Sophia had stiffened at the first sound of that infuriatingly mocking drawl, her pleasure in the success of the evening also diminishing before taking wing completely, as she acknowledged that the gentleman who had briefly been a friend of her husband’s nephew and ward whilst the two young men were at Cambridge together had, with his usual arrogance, obviously decided to present himself at her ball without so much as a by-your-leave. Or invitation!

His proximity also led Sophia to wonder just how long he might have been standing so close behind her, and whether or not he might have overheard any of her less-than-proper conversation with the Duchesses of Woollerton and Wyndwood!

I believe, as you are otherwise engaged, that I might go and offer entertainment to your two newly arrived guests, Sophia. Genevieve Forster hastily made her excuses, as she obviously saw the frown, which had now tightened Sophia’s creamy brow, as a prefix to the verbal set-down she intended giving her uninvited guest, no doubt.

"I believe