Page 2 of Seducing the Marquess (Lords and Ladies in Love 1)

The Duke’s Quandary

The Lady’s Disgrace

The Baron’s Betrayal

The Highlander’s Choice

The Highlander’s Accidental Marriage

The Earl’s Return

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Callie Hutton. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Entangled Publishing, LLC

2614 South Timberline Road

Suite 109

Fort Collins, CO 80525

Visit our website at www.entangledpublishing.com.

Scandalous is an imprint of Entangled Publishing, LLC.

Edited by Erin Molta

Cover design by Kim Killion

Cover art from Hot Damn Stock

ISBN 978-1-63375-784-4

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition October 2016

To every woman who wished there was more…

Chapter One

“A woman who seeks a man’s attentions will do the unexpected.”

Secrets of the Bedchamber, p. 27

October, 1819

London, England

Lady Eugenia Devon’s ears perked up when she heard the name Mrs. Forestor whispered by Lady Marlboro to Lady Stevenson. Unobtrusively attempting to overhear their conversation, she sipped her tea and endeavored to block out the constant blathering by Mrs. Fairchild, who had held her ears captive for more than twenty minutes.

Ever so slightly, she tilted her head in the direction of the women. “Yes, my dear, it appears she died yesterday morning. Her carriage overturned on the road from Bath. Poor thing broke her neck.” Lady Marlboro looked around and continued on, her effort to whisper falling somewhat flat. “It was quite a shock, a woman so beautiful.” They both glanced in Eugenia’s direction, the smirks on their faces cutting her heart.

So my husband’s mistress is dead.

If she felt anything at all it was more like numbness. How many times had she wished the woman out of her life? Not that she had wished her ill, but she hardly felt remorse.