Season Of Secrets: Not Just a Seduction
Not Just a Seduction (A Season of Secrets, Book 1)The Earl of Chambourne’s scandalous reputation has been well-earned, but he has never forgotten the only woman he has ever loved—nor forgiven her for marrying another man while he was off fighting in France.When Christian discovers she is a widow, he hungers to possess her once again—as his mistress. Lady Sylviana Moorland, Countess of Ampthill, knows it is only a matter of time before she comes face to face with Christian again.No longer an innocent, she sees no reason not to take the sensual pleasure he offers. But can Sylvie resist falling for the seductive rake?Not Just a Governess (A Season of Secrets, Book 2)Darkly delicious Lord Adam Hawthorne doesn’t care a whit for society – especially the tedium of finding a wife. So taking on a new governess for his young daughter shouldn’t shake his steely disposition! Or lady in disguise?Except Mrs Elena Leighton, an enigmatic widow, is a most intriguing addition to the household. What are those ladylike airs and graces beneath her dowdy exterior? Despite great impropriety, Lord Hawthorne is compelled to discover the real Elena – no matter what secrets are unveiled along the way…Not Just a Wallflower (A Season of Secrets, Book 3)Enigmatic beauty Ellie Rosewood is the talk of the ton. Her appointed guardian, Justin, Duke of Royston, has one job – to find Miss Rosewood a husband. But confirmed rake Justin wants Ellie all for himself!With her coming out a huge success, Ellie is overwhelmed by the attention of London’s most eligible bachelors. She finds an unexpected haven in the company of the arrogant Justin, and he begins to discover there is more to this unworldly wallflower than first appears…
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A Season of Secrets
Not Just a Seduction
Not Just a Governess
Not Just a Wallflower
Carole Mortimer
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Carole Mortimer
London, 1817
The Earl of Chambourneâs scandalous reputation has been well-earned, but he has never forgotten the only woman he has ever lovedânor forgiven her for marrying another man while he was off fighting in France. When Christian discovers she is a widow, he hungers to possess her once againâas his mistress.
Lady Sylviana Moorland, Countess of Ampthill, knows it is only a matter of time before she comes face to face with Christian again. No longer an innocent, she sees no reason not to take the sensual pleasure he offers. But can Sylvie resist falling for the seductive rake?
Part of Carole Mortimerâs A Season of Secrets series.
CAROLE MORTIMER was born and lives in the UK. She is married to Peter and they have six sons. She has been writing for Mills & Boon since 1978 and is the author of almost 200 books. She writes for both the Mills & Boon Historical and Modern lines. Carole is a USA Today bestselling author and in 2012 was recognised by Queen Elizabeth II for her âoutstanding contribution to literatureâ.
Visit Carole at carolemortimer.co.uk or on Facebook.
April, 1817
The London home of Lady Cicely Hawthorne.
âI trust, ladies, that you have not begun to discuss the matter of our grandsonsâ future wives without me...?â Edith St. Just, Dowager Duchess of Royston, frowned down the length of her aristocratic nose as she entered the salon where her two closest friends sat on the sofa in cozy conversation together.
âWe would not think of doing such a thing, Edith.â Her hostess stood up to cross the room and greet her with a warm kiss on both of her powdered cheeks.
âOf course we would not.â A smiling Lady Jocelyn Ambrose, Dowager Countess of Chambourne, also rose to her feet.
The three women had been firm friends since some fifty years ago when, at the age of eighteen, they had shared a coming-out Season, their friendship continuing after they had all married. After becoming mothers and then grandmothers in the same years, the ladies continued to meet at least once a week while their respective husbands were still alive and sometimes two or three times a week since being widowed.
The dowager duchess nodded her satisfaction with her friendsâ replies before turning to the young lady who had accompanied her into the salon. âYou may join Miss Thompson and Mrs. Spencer at their sewing, Ellie.â
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Eleanor Rosewood gave a brief curtsy to the lady who was not only her step-great-aunt by marriage but also her benefactress before stepping lightly across the room to join the other companions quietly sewing in the window alcove. The ladies, much older than her nineteen years, nevertheless smiled at her in welcome. As they had for this past year.
If not for the dowager duchessâs kindness, Ellie feared that she might have been forced to offer herself up to the tender mercies of becoming one of the demimonde after the death of her mother and stepfather had revealed she had not only been left penniless but seriously in debt. Edith St. Just, hearing of her nephewâs profligacy, had wasted no time in sweeping into his stepdaughterâs heavily mortgaged home and paying off those debts before gathering Ellie up to her ample bosom and making a place for her in her own household as her companion. This past year in that ladyâs employ had revealed to Ellie that Edith St. Justâs outward appearance of stern severity hid a heart of gold.
Unfortunately the same could not be said of her grandson, the arrogant and ruthless Justin St. Just, Duke of Royston, the haughtiness of his own demeanor a reflection of the steel within...
âAre you sure this is altogether wise?â Lady Cicely ventured uncertainly. âThorne is sure to be most displeased with me if he should discover I have plotted behind his back to secure him a wife.â
âHumph.â The dowager duchess snorted down the length of her aristocratic nose as she took a seat beside the unlit fireplace. âWe may plot all we like, Cicely, but it will be our grandsonsâ decisions as to whether or not they are equally as enamored of our choices of brides for them. Besides, our grandsons are all past the age of eight and twenty, two of them never having married, the third long a widower, and none of them giving so much as a glance in the direction of the sweet young things paraded before them with the advent of each new Season.â
