Ruined by a rake
Rescued by the reclusive baron!
Following the death of his fiancée, Lord Quinn swore off all matters of the heart.
But when he happens upon an innocent lady being assaulted, his sense of honor insists he step in and rescue herâ¦even if that means marriage to protect Serenaâs reputation!
But his new wife remains distant, a stranger to his bed. Can Quinn help Serena fight her demons, and finally defeat his own?
âA tender, emotionally satisfying love story that deserves a recommendation.â
âAll About Romance on The Tonâs Most Notorious Rake
âA charming tale of a cautious widow and the libertine who wins her heart.â
âRT Book Reviews on The Tonâs Most Notorious Rake
SARAH MALLORY was born in the West Country and now lives on the beautiful Yorkshire Moors. She has been writing for more than three decadesâmainly historical romances set in the Georgian and Regency period. She has won several awards for her writing, including the Romantic Novelistsâ Association RoNA Rose Award for The Dangerous Lord Darrington and Beneath the Majorâs Scars.
Also by Sarah Mallory
A Lady for Lord Randall
The Dukeâs Secret Heir Pursued for the Viscountâs Vengeance
The Infamous Arrandales miniseries
The Chaperonâs Seduction
Temptation of a Governess Return of the Runaway The Outcastâs Redemption
Saved From Disgrace miniseries
The Tonâs Most Notorious Rake
Beauty and the Brooding Lord
And look out for the next book coming soon
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07421-6
BEAUTY AND THE BROODING LORD
© 2018 Sarah Mallory
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Your patience, help and guidance have been invaluable.
Chapter One
Londonâ1816
Serena stepped out on to the terrace. It was a warm night and the earlier rain had passed, leaving only a few small clouds scudding across the sky. She hesitated, her heart beating rapidly. She knew she was risking her reputation, but how could she know if Sir Timothy was the man for her unless they kissed? She ran lightly down the steps at the end of the terrace, where a path led away from the house to a leafy arch set between high hedges. A slight breeze ruffled her skirts and she gave a little shiver as she stepped through the arch. Surely there could be no danger in one little embrace?
The rose garden looked very different from when she had been here a few days ago with her brother and sister-in-law, Lord and Lady Hambridge. Henry had been keen to see the paintings Lord Grindlesham was selling and, while the gentlemen went off to the gallery, his wife had shown Serena and Dorothea the gardens. Now, in the moonlight the paths gleamed pale silver and the roses themselves ranged from near black to pale blue-grey. But if the flowers had lost their colour, their scent was enhanced and Serena breathed in the heady fragrance as she made her way along the path, but when she reached the turn in the path she was aware of something else besides rose scent in the night air. A faint hint of tobacco.