The Rose and the Rogue

The Rose and the Rogue Ravishing Rosewoods, Book 4 By Jillian Eaton The Rose and the Rogue is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. © 2023 by Jillian Eaton Cover Art by Wicked Smart Designs Website Facebook Twitter All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form is forbidden without the written permission of the author. If you are reading this book and you did not download it directly from Amazon, you are committing internet piracy. Not only are you stealing, you are placing this author in breach of Amazon’s copyright law and endangering their ability to sell their books on Amazon. If you legitimately cannot afford to purchase this book, please reach out to Jillian Eaton directly. Four roses, pretty and fairAll with different color hairLenora, stern and strict and wiseBridget, quiet, bookish, and shyAnnabel who wants happily afterEloise who will bend to no masterIn their secret garden waitingFor a man to set their heart racing... The youngest and wildest of the Rosewoods, Eloise enjoys climbing trees, racing horses, and wearing breeches. She despises holding her tongue, embroidery in any form, and ball gowns. Her eldest sister would see her married and settled down, but Eloise cannot think of a worse fate than being shackled to a boring lord. Which is why she’s decided to fall in love with a rogue… Wealthy, powerful entrepreneur Adam St. Clair has everything he could ever want...except a wife. He requires a woman who is polite and practical. A woman who is the exact opposite of Eloise Rosewood. The fiery redhead would make a perfect mistress for the wicked rogue, but a bride? Never. Except try as he might, Adam can’t get her out of his head...which means there’s only one other place she needs to be: in his bed. Ravishing RosewoodsThe Rose and the DukeThe Rose and the ViscountThe Rose and the EarlThe Rose and the Rogue Table of Contents Books by Jillian Eaton Dedication Prologue Secrets 1 Down With the Patriarchy 2 The Devil in a Blue Frock Coat 3 We Need to Talk about Eloise 4 The Greatest F-ing Beauty 5 Damsels & Knights 5 The First Kiss 6 Shades of Midnight 7 Dragonslayer 8 The Wager 9 Clarenmore Park 10 Mermaid 11 Better Than Perfect Epilogue Three Months Later Bewitched by the Bluestocking Bewitched by the Bluestocking Chapter One Books by Jillian Eaton The Ravishing Rosewoods The Rose and the Duke The Rose and the Viscount The Rose and the Earl The Rose and the Rogue Perks of Being an Heiress Bewitched by the Bluestocking Entranced by the Earl Seduced by the Scot Wooed by the Wallflower Bow Street Brides A Dangerous Seduction A Dangerous Proposal A Dangerous Affair A Dangerous Passion A Dangerous Temptation A Dangerous Secret London Ladies Runaway Duchess Spinster and the Duke Forgotten Fiancée Lady Harper The Secret Wallflower Society (clean romance) Winning the Earl of Winchester Courting the Countess of Cambridge Desiring the Devil of Duncraven Seducing the Siren of Seven Dials Love & Rogues (clean romance) A Duke for the Holidays A Scoundrel to Remember A Lady in Waiting A Duke for all Seasons The Winter Duke The Spring Duke The Summer Duke The Autumn Duke A Duchess for all Seasons The Winter Duchess The Spring Duchess The Summer Duchess The Autumn Duchess Boxset Collections Seven Christmas Kisses Bow Street Brides London Ladies Standalones/Winter The Earl’s Christmas Gift A Duchess by Midnight The Duke of St Giles A Dark Affair on Dower Street Marquess Under the Mistletoe Dedication To my sister. I love you as much as Annabel loves Eloise. Prologue Secrets June 1870 A Very Fine Oak Tree Clarenmore Park Eloise didn’t know when she started finding secrets. Or maybe the secrets found their way to her. Either way, she had been collecting them for so long that she was beginning to forget the less important ones, like the fact that Lady Tremaine’s hair wasn’t really red or that Lord Reid didn’t wear an eyepatch due to any physical affliction, but because he was of the opinion that it made him appear dashing (she was curious, though, if he wore it in the privacy of his own home). If the ton was aware of how many of their little private confidences she had accumulated over the years, they’d most likely be horrified. And they’d undoubtedly accuse her of being an eavesdropper, or a snoop, or even worse. But what they would fail to understand was that they were the eavesdroppers. She didn’t want their secrets. They brought them to her. Why, just last month she’d been minding her own business, browsing through a trinket shop, when a certain married earl and a woman who was very much not his wife sailed inside and proceeded to thrust their tongues at each other a mere five feet from where she was standing. Oh, it was awful. She still shuddered to think of it. Dust everywhere, and the sounds they were making...like two cows stuck upside down in a ditch. A few weeks prior, she was accidentally privy to Mr. Marston’s declaration of love…to Lord Belgrade. Before that, she was hiding in the garden during a ball when her eldest sister, Lenora, came out with her husband and told him that she was expecting their first child. And when her other sister, Bridget, dropped her spoon under the table during a dinner party, did she really think no one would notice when her hand ended up in Lord Croft’s lap? It was absurd, how little due diligence people performed to ensure no one was within hearing distance before they blurted out their private affairs. Almost as if they wanted to be overheard, and perhaps some of them did.