About the Book:
A young lady’s tarnished reputation might cost her everything in this first book in the Disreputable Debutantes series.
Shy, bookish Sophie Brightwell is expected to make an advantageous match to improve her family’s fortunes. However, Sophie’s plans to make a spectacular debut go horribly awry when she and her three closest friends are expelled from a young ladies’ academy for unbecoming conduct. Since the ton will be sure to close their doors on these disgraced debutantes, they determine that unconventional means need to be employed in the husband-hunting market. Rakehells—the beau monde’s wickedest members—might be the only men willing to overlook a young lady’s besmirched reputation.
But how does one catch a rake?
Nate Hastings, the devil-may-care Viscount Malverne, is the older brother of Sophie’s best friend, fellow disgraced debutante Lady Charlotte. When a terribly foxed Nate accidentally compromises Sophie, Charlotte strikes a wicked bargain: in order to avoid a scandal and the parson’s mousetrap, Nate must help Sophie snare a husband. But as Nate fulfills his obligation and begins to instruct the lovely Sophie in the art of luring rakes, he soon finds himself battling his own fierce attraction to her.
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Read an Excerpt:
Nate pushed open the double doors to the library. If only he didn’t have to attend any damnable ton balls or soirees. God, the idea of courting a simpering debutante like Lady Penelope Purcell was enough to turn his stomach—
A decidedly feminine gasp and a dull thud stopped him dead in his tracks.
What the deuce?
Behind his father’s desk stood a raven-haired angel. A beautiful young woman wearing nothing but a pale blue shawl over a thin white night rail, and an expression of sheer terror.
“Lord Malverne. Oh, heavens. Oh, my goodness.” The angel’s shocked, wide-eyed gaze dropped to the desk, and then, much to his amusement, he was certain she muttered something not so angelic like blast beneath her breath.
Nate’s gaze followed hers. Blast indeed. His father’s cut crystal inkwell was on its side, and a black pool of ink was rapidly spreading across the dark red blotter, heading inexorably toward the young woman’s pristine nightgown. In the next instant, as he strode toward the desk to offer assistance, she whipped off her shawl and pressed it against the inky puddle.
“I’m so, so sorry. What will your father think of me? I only meant to borrow a little ink. I didn’t think he’d mind.” Her words came out in a breathless rush as she began to dab furiously at the blotter. “And now I’ve ruined some of his papers. Oh, Lord, I hope they’re not too important.” She nodded at a dark splash marring the top of a document that looked a lot like a draft parliamentary bill. “What a disaster.”
Her long black braid had fallen forward over her slender shoulder and it swayed with her movements, caressing the swell of one pert breast. A breast covered by nothing but threadbare cotton. It was cold in the room and her nipple pressed quite impudently against the fabric.
Holy hell. Nate swallowed as his body tightened with longing. The sight was so distracting, he had to force himself to lift his eyes back to the girl’s.
“I’m not sure it’s as bad as all that,” he lied. His father would be livid. On an impulse, he laid a hand atop the angel’s slender, ink-stained fingers to stop her frantic attempts to contain the mess. She stilled instantly, her breath hitching. And when she looked up at him, Nate’s breath caught too.
At these close quarters, the lamplight illuminated the girl’s lovely face. Her eyes, as clear and blue as a midsummer sky, were ringed with a darker liquid navy and fringed by impossibly long, black lashes. When she dropped her gaze to his hand lying atop hers, they fanned across her cheeks where a bright red blush was beginning to spread almost as rapidly as the ink had. God, she was an innocent and he was behaving like a cad, but he was thoroughly enchanted and couldn’t seem to help himself.
His voice, when it emerged, was embarrassingly unsteady. “You seem to know me, but I’m not sure that I know you, Miss . . .”
“Brightwell. Sophie Brightwell,” she supplied in a voice that was also oddly husky. She clearly felt the sizzle of attraction between them too.
“Sophie Brightwell,” he repeated, savoring the feel of her name on his lips. It suited her perfectly. The girl was about the same age as his sister, and a distant memory stirred. A cold winter’s day in Hyde Park. Three years ago. This was the awkwardly shy but pretty schoolroom chit that Charlie had introduced him to. “You’re Charlie’s friend. From the academy.”
“Yes.” Miss Sophie Brightwell slid a hand from beneath his and pushed a loose strand of hair away from her flushed cheek. “Your father and Charlie . . . I mean, Lady Charlotte, have invited me to stay. For the Season. I know this looks terrible, my skulking about the library at the dead of night, but I couldn’t sleep. You know how it is in a strange bed. Honestly, I only meant to borrow a little ink.”
“Yes, you said that before. But then I barged in and I startled you, no doubt. So this accidental spill”—he couldn’t resist lightly squeezing her hand—“is entirely my fault. And I shall tell my father so.” His father would believe him. It wasn’t as though this was the first mess he’d ever made.
“No.” Miss Brightwell shook her head. “No, I can’t let you do that, Lord Malverne.”
“I insist.” Removing his hand from hers, Nate pulled a silk kerchief from his coat pocket, then, rake that he was, he leaned closer. The heady scent of warm female laced with something delicate and floral—perhaps it was the soap she used—teased him, enticing him to do something unthinkable, like burying his face in her sweet neck. To inhale deeply and run his lips along her collarbone. To taste the silken flesh where her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat . . .
Jesus Christ and all his saints, what was he thinking? Less than a month of abstaining from sexual congress had clearly addled his brain.
He couldn’t seduce Charlie’s friend no matter the desire thrumming through his veins. She was a young woman alone with a known rake, late at night. The situation was highly compromising to say the least.
Sophie Brightwell and her three best friends at Mrs. Rathbone’s Academy for Young Ladies of Good Character have been caught in the act! With the headmistress snoring away, the girls dabbled in drinking, smoking, and looking at suggestive literature. When their delighted giggles become louder and louder, they are soon discovered, and expelled in disgrace and sent home. With their reputations besmirched, Sophie has little hope of making a good match, and wallows in the country for three years. When her friend, Charlotte, who is one of the other disgraced young ladies, invites her to spend the season at her home in London, Sophie jumps at the chance. Perhaps by now the talk will have died down, and she can find a suitable match. Sophie, however, can’t control her reaction to a most UN-suitable match, Charlotte’s older brother.
Nate Hastings, Viscount Malverne, is feeling a most unwelcome attraction to his sister’s houseguest, Sophie. Living in close proximity to the lovely young lady is going to test his willpower to the max. Nate definitely has a wicked streak, and has tested his father’s patience to the breaking point with the scandalous antics he and his friends regularly indulge in. Still, Nate draws the line at seducing innocents, so he’ll have to keep his desires in check though he can’t help but flirt with Sophie. When a night of too much alcohol befuddles his brain, he ends up in a compromising situation with Sophie, which prompts his sister to blackmail him for her silence. Nate will have to escort them both to ton events, throwing him into even closer proximity to Sophie, who is becoming more desirable to him by the moment.
Nate is a charming man, one who flirts and flatters as easily as taking a breath. Though on the surface he appears to be simply a young man enjoying all the benefits of wealth and privilege, he does have some serious issues. A childhood tragedy and being a soldier have caused Nate to feel unworthy to be loved, and unwilling to love anyone else in order to never feel the devastating pain of loss again. Though his affection for Sophie grows, and seeing other men want her drives him crazy, he can’t consider making a future with her. Sophie has fallen in love with Nate, and decides to be bold and try to capture his heart, only to be rejected, albeit, as kindly as he can.
HOW TO CATCH A WICKED VISCOUNT is a steamy romance, which I think will especially appeal to readers who enjoy a more lighthearted story. I particularly liked that Nate didn’t try to lie to Sophie, but told her that he desired her, and gave her the reasons he won’t pursue her. Sophie was also very upfront about her feelings, and I love that she respected Nate’s decision, and never tried to force him into marriage, which she easily could have done. This book number one of the DISREPUTABLE DEBUTANTES series is an engaging and enjoyable read, and I look forward to the upcoming installments. Will the three young ladies be matched up with Nate’s rakish friends? One of them in particular needs some serious reforming… ~Rose