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ROGUES OF THE ROAD Rakes and Rogues on the wrong side of the law SASHA COTTMAN Copyright © 2023 by Sasha Cottman All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Contents Rogue for Hire Sasha Cottman Prologue 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 Epilogue Stolen by the Rogue Sasha Cottman Prologue 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 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Epilogue Bonus Epilogue Author’s Note When a Rogue Falls sasha cottman 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 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Epilogue The Rogue and the Jewel sasha cottman 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 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Epilogue King of Rogues sasha cottman Prologue 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 Epilogue Wow-Wow Sauce Also by Sasha Cottman About the Author Rogue for Hire A ROGUES OF THE ROAD NOVEL SASHA COTTMAN Prologue Lord Harry Steele hauled his trunk into the stable yard of the coaching company, and with a tired sigh, dumped it against the nearest wall. He had managed to get it this far without breaking his back, but every muscle in his body was screaming—not to mention the sweat and stench of stale booze which oozed from his every pore. His coat was dirty and torn. The whereabouts of his best hat a mystery for the ages. He looked more like a rag-and-bone man than the son of the Duke of Redditch. Why do dukes have to be so bloody stubborn? He could have at least offered me the use of the coach. Slowly catching his breath, he took the time to survey his surroundings. The view pained his already disappointed heart. Grimy, dull, grey brick walls rose on all sides of the square. The only coach in the yard had two wheels missing and looked like it had seen better days. There was a noticeable lack of clean hay and stable staff. If the place had once been well-maintained, it wasn’t any time this century. Please lord, don’t let this be where the last of my pennies have gone. Harry pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and checked the address. 82 Gracechurch Street, London He sighed. Miracles were definitely in short supply this morning. A quick check of the stables revealed three horses, but again, no hay or stable hands. The only positive thing was that the mounts meant that some of his fellow RR Coaching Company investors had arrived. “Well, I hope one of them has deep pockets, because this is going to be a black hole of money,” he muttered. He made his way out to the yard once more, regretting yet again his decision to give the whisky a serious nudge the previous evening. It was bad enough to be penniless and homeless; a hangover just added insult to injury. “Harry, get your useless arse upstairs. We are waiting for you,” cried a voice. Lifting his head, his gaze settled on a tall figure at the top of a nearby set of wooden steps. He gave a tired wave. Lord Andrew McNeal, the Duke of Monsale; stood with hands on hips glaring at him from his lofty perch. “Coming,” said Harry, and he headed toward the stairs. When his tired legs finally got him to the landing, Harry offered a bow. “Your grace.” Monsale sniffed, then pointed at Harry’s trunk abandoned in the yard. “I take it the old man made good on his threat.” “Two days out from Christmas Eve, and he tosses me into the street. What sort of father does that, I ask you?” replied Harry. “One whom you have pushed to the limits of his good humor from the day you first drew breath?” offered Monsale. He couldn’t expect sympathy from his friends. They knew all the wicked things Harry had got up to over the years, including the ones which had escaped his father’s notice. “I know, but this is Christmas. I didn’t think he would do it, let alone during the festive season,” said Harry. And who is