A Scarred Wallflower for the Duke

A SCARRED WALLFLOWER FOR THE DUKE A Steamy Historical Regency Romance Novel HARRIET CAVES Contents Α Special Gift For You… Before You Start Reading… Love to Read? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Preview: Trapped with a Wicked Dukel Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Also by Harriet Caves Loved the Book? About the Author Α Special Gift For You… Thank you so much for downloading my book! Would you be so kind as to accept this free book as a small token of my appreciation? A Wicked Kind of Countess is a sizzling romance for all my new readers and it’s completely free! And you can claim your free copy by clicking the image below or this link here! You are the best! 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All men of the Levinton family die young, so Vincent has always been told. And even though his mother has agreed to let him enjoy life before marriage, their understanding is over the day he turns thirty. After Vincent shows up to court her much more eligible sister, she begs Georgina to spend time with him and scare him off. But instead of being chased away, the Duke seems to get deeper and deeper under Georgina’s skin. And even under her own bed… Chapter One From the moment she stepped out of the carriage, Georgina Wyatt was on the lookout for disaster. Brightly dressed guests were spilling from coaches and heading up the lamplit front steps toward the ballroom, faces hidden behind frilled and feathered masks. There was just something about a masquerade, Georgina thought, that caused people to let their guard down. To behave in ways they never would, freed by the cloak of anonymity. Yes, she thought, their chances of getting through tonight without calamity were slim to none. She turned to look at her two younger siblings. “Now, do you think,” she began, “that we might do our best to avoid disaster this time?” She met her half-brother’s eyes through his thin black mask. “Marcus?” Marcus grinned his warm, infectious grin. It was a grin that, coupled with his terrible business decisions, had landed him in trouble more times than Georgina could count. Or rather, she had given up trying to count. “I will do my very best,” he assured her. Despite the twinkle in his blue eyes, Georgina could hear the sincerity in her brother’s voice. Marcus had taken over the title of Viscount of Thomson five years ago, when he was just eight-and-ten. Since then, he had made a string of questionable decisions regarding investments and potential business partners—and in the absence of any male relatives to turn to, he had always turned to his older sister to help extinguish the fires. “If you receive any business propositions tonight,” Georgina continued, voice low, “you be sure to come to me and discuss them before agreeing to anything. Understood? I do not wish for a repeat of last month.” Marcus nodded solemnly, then his smile returned. “Understood.” “Very good.” Several weeks ago, Marcus had trotted off to a ball unaccompanied and had ended up losing a sizeable portion of their lands in a bet around the refreshments table. It had taken much frantic letter writing and shameful apologies for him and Georgina to undo the drunken agreement. Despite the problems that Marcus brought home on a regular basis, there was a part of Georgina that relished her role. Being her brother’s confidant, his mentor, made her feel as though she had a purpose. Made her feel as though she had truly been put upon this earth for a reason—after all, there had been plenty of people who had questioned her reason for existing over her five-and-twenty years of life. She would never be a wife or mother—she had long made her peace with that. Being someone Marcus could rely on made Georgina feel truly worthy. Her half-sister, Lydia, flitted up the steps behind her, linking her arm through Georgina’s. In a butter-yellow gown and matching feathered mask, Lydia was like an explosion of sunshine. Golden curls cascaded down from an ornate arrangement at the top of her head. “You worry far too much, Georgie,” she sang. “It is ever so good to see you out with us. I feared you were going to stay inside with your books again this evening. Do promise me you will try to enjoy yourself tonight.” Georgina smiled at her sister, squeezing her arm. “I shall try.” “Lydia is right.” Georgina turned to look at their grandmother, who was climbing the steps behind them. As always, Jane Wyatt, the Dowager Viscountess of Thomson, was immaculately dressed tonight in a regal navy blue gown.