Before the Scandal: The Notorious Gentlemen
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It Was a Scandal Waiting to Happen . . .
Colonel Phineas Bromley is a legend—on the battlefield and in the bedroom. Though he's won many wars, and even more hearts, nothing could prepare him for his new life. When Phin discovers that someone has been pushing his family toward ruin, he assumes the role of a legendary highwayman. Riding out in the middle of the night, hidden behind a mask, Phin heads straight into trouble . . . and into the arms of the ravishing girl next door.
Coming face-to-face with a masked man did not frighten Alyse Donnelly as it should have. Instead, she finds him rather dashing. But her foolish heart has led her into trouble before, and helping a fugitive may mean jeopardizing her own plans, no matter how enticing his kisses. Now, as the danger grows, Alyse must make a choice between freedom . . . and the chance for true love.
interior completely dark. Damnation. Phineas stayed toward the front of the coach. He dumped the spent pistol back into his pocket to free one hand. “Out of the coach!” he called. The long muzzle of a musket pushed out the window, aimed straight at him. With a curse Phineas fired into the door, sending splinters flying. The barrel swiveled sideways wildly. Not knowing how many occupants were inside or how many might be armed, he kicked Ajax hard in the ribs. With a grunt of exhaled air the
you speak four languages. Lord Anthony doesn’t believe me.” “I never said I didn’t believe you, Miss Beth,” the duke’s grandson returned, chuckling. “I said we should count ourselves lucky that our highwayman was French. If he’d been The Turk or The Russian, no one at all would have comprehended what he was babbling.” Smythe gazed at Phin. “Which languages do you speak, Colonel?” Damnation. “Ah. I speak the language of cards, of wine, of women, and of song. That’s four, isn’t it?” Richard
help but note that his confessions of stupidity and the tale of the possible demise of Quence hadn’t shaken William, while the mention that he’d been shot had unnerved his older brother. Maybe there was hope for him after all. Maybe there was a chance for forgiveness. Chapter 23 When Phin sent over a note asking if she cared to go riding with him, Alyse knew that Richard had read it. Her cousin didn’t even bother to disguise or explain his snooping. In fact, he was the one who handed
dragged her toward the library door. Oh, how she detested this man. She couldn’t allow him to know that, however. Not yet. Lord Charles and Lord Anthony were seated in the library, both smoking cheroots and looking terribly pleased with themselves. Alyse squared her shoulders. She could do this. Phin had faith in her, and he needed her to succeed. “Gentlemen,” she said, tugging her arm free of Richard’s grip as he closed the door, leaving the four of them in private. As he did so, Anthony’s
knew how he wanted to respond. As he looked around the wreckage of the front room and at Alyse holding his hand, he knew how he meant to respond. “I’m finished with sneaking about and wearing disguises,” he said, his voice shaking a little. “Gordon, I have an errand I need you to see to.” “Aye, Colonel.” “Sullivan, Bram, we’re making a visit to Donnelly House.” Alyse kept hold of his arm. “What are you going to do?” “I’m ending this.” Chapter 27 “What are you going to do, murder