Dealing With The Duchess

Genres: Historical Romance; Victorian Romance

Synopsis

The Duchess of Bentley is just out of mourning. As a widow, she has certain freedoms other women do not. But she has neither the time nor inclination to look for dalliance. She’s much too busy overseeing the very special properties left to her by the late duke—including the elite gaming hell known as Dante’s Inferno. Until another nobleman returns to London, and reminds her that she is still a young, passionate woman.

The Duke of Evermont has returned from his sugar plantations in the Caribbean. His life is full, running his estates and seeing to his investments. The last thing he’s searching for is a wife. That is, until he sees Eleanor again, and other society beauties fade in comparison. The last time he saw her, Eleanor was walking down the aisle to another man. This time, Evermont is determined not to let the beautiful and vibrant lady slip through his hands.

Fortunately for him, the duchess turns to him for help—and he’s more than willing to sweep her under his ducal cloak of protection. Whether his assistance is required in shielding her from members of society foolish enough to gamble away their fortunes or from the heartless schemes of her own father—Evermont will do what it takes to show her their future together is a sure thing.

Release date: February 12, 2021

Publisher: Oliver Heber Books

Print pages: 240

Content advisory: Sizzling scenes

Sample

 Chapter One

 

London – 1855

 

“Eleanor, look! It’s him!” The Duchess of Bentley heard her sister, Prudence, squeal as they stood to one side of the Countess of Pembroke’s salon. She knew exactly to whom Prudence was referring, even before she scanned the crowded room. She decided it was in her best interest to act unaware, especially at a ball such as the countess’s.

Eleanor had caught a glimpse of him some thirty minutes earlier, felt his disconcerting gaze as he’d watched her laugh and chat with others, watched her waltz with another. She’d felt his stare as she had worked her way around the room, moving graciously from group to group, exchanging pleasantries and comments before returning to her sister’s side. Now, he was directly in her sights.

“Please keep your voice down, Prudence. Who are you talking about?”

“The Duke of Evermont. It’s true. He’s returned,” her sister said dreamily.

“I almost didn’t recognize him,” Eleanor replied, eyeing the tall, broad-shouldered, and bronzed man as he stood in a loose group of his peers, listening attentively to the conversation the Earl of Pembroke seemed to be heading.

“He’s been at his family’s sugar plantation for the past few years, putting an overseer in place,” Prudence said, a hint of authority in her young voice.

“That explains his coloring, then.” Eleanor tried not to look too carefully. Her sister was gawking at him as it was. Nor was she going to mention anything about the duke’s muscular build that she noticed he now carried. He had obviously worked in the fields while away.

Prudence caught her gazing at the group. “Don’t get any ideas, Eleanor. He’s mine.”

“Pardon? I didn’t know you were betrothed to the man.”

“I will be. Papa told me he’s in negotiations with Lord Evermont as we stand here.”

“In that case, one would think he would be over here asking you to dance. That he should want to know better the woman he’s to marry. He has not said a word to you all evening.” Eleanor hesitated. “Prudie, don’t believe everything Papa tells you.”

“Give him time. Can’t you see he’s catching up with old friends?” Prudence turned her head toward her sister, giving Eleanor a most contemptible look for someone so young. “You have just come out of mourning, Eleanor. Act like it. You’re nothing more than a dowager duchess now. No gentleman wants some man’s widow.”

“I didn’t know you were so wise to the ways of the world, sister. I can assure you, I may be a widow, but I’m far from dead.” Eleanor lifted her skirts and began walking away. She was going to get a better look at this man. After all, it was considered rude to simply stare at him. Besides, their brother Alec was among the group speaking with Evermont and the earl.

“Good evening, gentlemen. May I join you for a moment?” Eleanor said as she approached.

“Yes, of course you may,” Evermont replied, eyeing her intently, as he had been from across the room. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Eleanor couldn’t take her eyes off him, especially after hearing him speak. It’d been years since she’d heard his voice. There was something sensual yet commanding about it. He was putting images in her head that she had not entertained in quite some time.

Alec stepped in. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? You remember my sister, the Duchess of Bentley?”

“Yes, the Duchess of Bentley. It has been a long time. My condolences on the passing of your husband.”

She nodded. “Thank you.” Her eyes followed as he dipped his head.

“My sister is out of mourning now,” Alec blurted. He cocked an eyebrow at her, then at the duke, as though he knew there was something else going on.

“That is good to know,” Evermont replied.

Eleanor nodded. “I understand you are just recently returned from your family’s sugar plantation in the Caribbean?”

“Yes, the overseer my father had managing the place died suddenly. I went to make sure all was running smoothly and put a new man in position.”

“We’re lucky to have you back, though I fear you’ll be getting invitations from every mother  with an available daughter.” Eleanor tried not to look at her sister, who was now eyeing her with a black scowl. It was what Prudence did best—look like a wrinkled prune. She was quite interested in knowing just how single her childhood friend, Cameron Dudley, the Duke of Evermont was.

“You’re right. It has started already. Unfortunately, there will be quite a few hearts broken, I’m afraid, at least for a while.”

“Are you betrothed?”

“No, not at all. I simply meant that I’m much too engrossed in catching up on current events. Much can happen in two years. I have neither the time nor desire to put myself out on the marriage mart.”

“I understand. You need time to settle in.”

The musicians were starting up again. Some of the men in the group dispersed in search of their wives or dance partners.

“May I have the honor of this set, Your Grace?”

“Yes, you may. Thank you.” She smiled at him.

He led her to the dance floor and put one hand on her waist and took her hand in his other. As they whirled around the ballroom, Eleanor forgot there was a party going on around them, her attention riveted to the stunningly handsome man with whom she was dancing.

“How does it feel to be back in Society?” he inquired as they made their way through the other couples. Some guests slid looks at them, telling Cameron they were already the topic of gossip.

“It is hard to judge. I realize, as a widow, I’m expected to act a certain way, but alas, I find I cannot.”

He chuckled at her answer. “You are far too young to adhere to those standards. I’m glad to see you are going to resist.”

“My late husband had many business ventures, a few profitable ones he left to me. As we had no children of our own, the dukedom has been left to a cousin of his—Henry Bailey.”

“Somehow, I don’t foresee overseeing a few businesses being a burden to you.”

“It’s not. Grayson prepared me well.”

“He must have been a unique man.”

“Yes. I know you’re aware that our marriage was arranged and that my late husband was quite a bit older than I. We got along famously. We became close friends, more than husband and wife, though I’d never let my father know that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you. And you? Any smoldering embers you haven’t tended to since you’ve returned?”

“I can assure you, there are none. As I mentioned earlier, I am still trying to settle in after being gone two years.”

“That is perfectly understandable.”

“It’s quite refreshing to speak with a woman who understands these things.”

“A word of caution, Your Grace.”

“Please, address me as Cameron, at least in private. We’ve known each other far too long for formalities.”

“Beware that my father has already told my younger sister he’s in negotiations with you about a betrothal to her. I only mention it after what he did to me. He’s putting ideas into Prudence’s head.”

“I can assure you that he has not approached me. I’ve not even seen him since I’ve returned.”

“I didn’t think you would have.”

“Does he still have a problem with the cards and the horses?”

Eleanor nodded. “Yes. Grayson tried to help him out several times, monetarily. It never lasted. Grayson would pay his debts, and my father would find yet another gaming hell that would take him.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, for your family’s sake.”

“Thank you. It doesn’t affect me as it does my siblings, my brother Alec in particular. And, of course, my mother. I’m afraid if he doesn’t quit, he’ll lose everything he has. He’ll have nothing but his title and entailed properties left if he keeps going.”

The music ended too soon. Eleanor had forgotten what it was like to engage in conversation with someone as learned as Cameron. Her life for several years had consisted of attending her sick husband, the Duke of Bentley. Outside of servants and the doctor, Eleanor had little interaction with the outside world.

“Thank you, Cameron. You made my first official evening out of mourning one to remember.”

“You are most welcome.” He looked around the room. The musicians were starting the next number. “If you’re not up to another dance, could I interest you in a glass of punch?”

“Yes, that would be nice. Thank you.”

“Wait right here. I’ll return in a moment.”

Eleanor watched him walk off. She also noticed her sister and mother standing together, studying them. She took her fan from her wrist and began to use it slowly as she observed the crowded ballroom and all the dancers. She smiled at some of the couples she knew as they went swirling by.

Mary Elliott neared with her husband Edward, the Earl of Dunlap, in tow. Mary’s family lived on the estate that backed up to her father’s in Somerset. They’d spent time as girls riding their horses together, doing daring things that would probably cause their mothers to faint if they knew.

“Eleanor, it’s so nice to see you out,” Mary exclaimed as they embraced. Although she was a tall, thin woman with mousy blonde hair, her gown and jewels made one quickly forget what a plain woman she was.

“I wrote you and mentioned I would probably be attending the countess’s ball.” Eleanor strained to look off in the direction Cameron had gone, but sadly didn’t see him.

“I know, but I wasn’t sure if you were truly ready. You look very nice, very rested. Are you staying at your family’s home here?”

“No, I’m staying at my own place. I thought since my mother, Prudie, and Alec were attending, I should as well.”

“If you’re residing in London for a while, you must come have dinner with us.”

“Yes,” the earl spoke up. “It has been far too long, Your Grace.” He combed his fingers through his fashionably long dark hair and narrowed striking hazel eyes at her as he nodded.

“I would love to,” she replied politely and smiled as she saw Cameron returning, a glass of punch in each hand.

“Here you go,” he said quietly, nodding at Edward and Mary.

“May I present my good friend Lady Mary Elliott and her husband, Lord Edward Elliott, the Earl of Dunlap,” Eleanor said graciously. “You remember the Duke of Evermont, don’t you, Mary?”

Mary curtsied. “Yes, but it has been a long time I’m afraid.”

“I believe the last time I recall seeing you, Countess, I was in my last year at Eaton. It has been a while.”

Eleanor thought she saw the earl’s brow cock in interest at the mention of Cameron’s university. She knew the earl, though he had an excellent education, had never been able to pass the entrance exams for Eaton. At least that was what she’d heard.

“I believe you are right.”

Suddenly, Mary’s husband took her by the elbow to lead her away. “I must apologize. Mary has been unusually tired the past few weeks. We’ve been quite busy with out-of-town guests. If you’ll excuse us, I believe we’re going to make an early evening of it.”

“Certainly,” Eleanor replied. “Let me know when you’re feeling better, Mary. We’ll visit then.”

Mary bussed her cheek and whispered, “I think I may be with child, but Edward won’t let me tell anyone yet.”

Once she and Cameron were alone again, Eleanor pondered her friend’s departure. “I hope all is well with her.”

“She did look a little pale,” Cameron concurred. “Though he seemed ill at ease with talk about school days.”

“Probably because he didn’t attend such a prestigious school.” She smiled in Cameron’s direction. “Edward’s sensitive about that.”

“Unusual. Tell me, how are you spending your time now that you’re out of mourning?”

“I have plenty to occupy me. As I mentioned, I have a couple of businesses my late husband left that need my attention.”

“Such as?” he inquired, cocking an eyebrow, the edges of his mouth curving up deliciously.

“I’m afraid here is not the place to discuss my businesses.”

He took a polite sip of punch. “I understand and agree completely. Perhaps I could call on you some time?”

“I would like that very much.” She noted her mother and sister still watching them intently. She let out a sigh. “I wish I had come on my own. I really am in no mood to listen to the two of them.”

He chuckled. “What of Alec?”

“I believe my brother is attempting to win the affections of a certain young lady.”

“I hadn’t noticed. May I escort you home?”

She smiled at him before taking a sip of punch. “I would love that, Cameron. That is, if it’s not too much bother or out of your way.”

“No bother at all.”

“Thank you.”

At that very moment, Prudence decided to approach them. Eleanor wondered what the child was going to say.

Prudence curtsied. “Your Grace, it’s very nice to see you here this evening.”

“Lady Prudence, nice to see you as well,” he replied, bowing.

In an instant, she turned toward Eleanor, her face solemn. “Mother has gone to the ladies’ retiring room and would like you to join her.”

Eleanor glared at her sister. She was not going to be reprimanded by anyone. Not even her mother. “Is she feeling ill?”

“No, she simply wishes to speak to you, Eleanor. Now.”

“I was just about to escort your sister home. I believe she is a bit overwhelmed, being that it’s her first time out since coming out of mourning,” Cameron said.

Eleanor bit the side of her mouth in an effort not to smile. He understood what was developing and was taking charge of the situation.

“She doesn’t look very overwhelmed to me,” Prudence grumbled.

“Tell Mother I’ll check on her tomorrow. If she’s not feeling well, you might want to take her home, Prudence.” Eleanor glanced at Cameron, who was attempting as hard as she was to be serious. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

He took her punch glass from her hand, set it on the tray of a passing footman, and, offering his arm, led her out of the ballroom.

 

***

 

Cameron lay sprawled across his bed the next morning. He looked through half-open eyes at his valet as the man cheerfully threw open the thick burgundy draperies, which until now had kept the room dark. Now he was faced with sunshine and a whistling valet.

The next thing he noted was that he was still dressed in his clothing from the night before. The countess’s ball. Then it occurred to him. He’d danced two dances with the Duchess of Bentley—Eleanor—and spent time with her. Taken her home before meeting up with his friends at White’s for a nightcap and cards.

No wonder his head felt as though it were in a vise.

“Good morning, Your Grace. Shall I draw a bath?”

“Yes. What time did I get in last night?”

“Around four, Your Grace. You were talking about having the Duchess of Bentley for dinner this evening. Among other things.”

Bloody hell, yes. He hadn’t imagined that. He had indeed invited her to dinner. Usually he didn’t drink to excess, but he’d been in such a good mood after having spent time with Eleanor. He’d decided it was better than anything else the other men he was with wanted to engage in.

In the Caribbean, he rarely drank, preferring to work. Working the fields was back-breaking, but it taught him discipline more than anything he’d learned in school. The same was true here. There was still much to catch up on after being gone for two years. First, he needed to bathe and make himself presentable. Duty called, and he wasn’t one to avoid his work.

“Yes, I invited her to dine with me this evening. Could you make sure Cook knows I’m having a guest?”

“Already done, Your Grace. Anything else?”

“Just my bath for now. I’m meeting with a couple of MPs today. I need to catch up since I’ll be sitting this session.”

“You’re not going to wait?”

“It’s my duty. You know that, especially since my father had been unable to attend the past few years of his life,” Cameron replied slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting up.

“You’ll do your father proud, Your Grace.”

Cameron groaned as he stood. He began to unbutton his shirt with shaky fingers. “I don’t know how proud he’d be of me at this particular moment.”

“You’re not the only man to have overindulged, Your Grace.”

“Good to know.”

He slowly made his way across the room to the bathing chamber, noting his coat and waistcoat had already been picked up and neatly placed on the back of a chair. An empty crystal glass sat on a table, evidence he’d not quit at White’s.

The hot water steamed off the copper tub as he climbed in. Next to him, he saw that a bar of wintergreen soap and a cloth had been placed for his use. He submerged his head, hoping to be rid of the cobwebs rattling around in his brain.

As he sat there, Eleanor came to mind. The thought of seeing her after all these years made him mad with lust. The sound of her laughter, her touch, made him instantly hard. He couldn’t recall the last time a woman had done that to him, yet here he sat, in a tub, his cock standing at attention. No, make that begging for attention.

Certainly, he’d had his share of women while in the Caribbean. They were more passionate than English women. Freer and more open with their desire. Since he’d come home, nothing, no women. He’d been too busy sorting through two years’ worth of business to think of taking a mistress or any willing woman.

He wrapped his hand around his cock as he sat back in the bath, thinking what it would be like to lie with the widowed Duchess of Bentley. Dowager was such an old word. Made him think of his mother, and Eleanor was certainly unlike his mother or any other dowager he knew.

Slowly, he began to stroke his cock, his eyes closed as he imagined the two of them in his bed. Naked and with enough passion for a dozen couples. He didn’t see her as a shy debutant despite the age difference between her late husband and her. No, his Eleanor was a hot, passionate, loving woman. Of that he was sure.

His Eleanor. He remembered her scent, her touch while they danced the night before. Her mouth. Oh, how he could envision those lovely lips around his cock rather than his rougher hand. Her curls brushing against his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, pleasuring him.

The strokes became longer, harder, faster, the tip of his cock purple and pulsing. The steam from the bath competed with the heat rising within as he envisioned Eleanor’s lips on his cock, or, better yet, to be buried inside her. His sac tightened up before his impending release. His breathing became more erratic, harder, until he lost all control, and hot streams of his release spilled onto his chest.

Again, he immersed himself in the now-cooling water. He hadn’t been looking for a wife when he’d gone to the countess’s ball last night, but the dowager Duchess of Bentley certainly had changed his mind. She would become his wife, his duchess. Eleanor was perfect.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“Mimi, the Duke of Evermont has asked me to dine with him this evening. I believe I shall wear the dark sapphire-blue silk I just had made. Make sure everything is ready for me.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” the young woman said as she finished fastening the yellow morning dress Eleanor had chosen. “Is he taking you somewhere?”

“No, I believe we’re only dining at his residence.”

“Probably best. It will take you some getting used to, being out with people again.”

“Mimi! I didn’t go to a convent. But I understand what you’re saying. Last evening was a strain.”

“I imagine so, with your mother and sister watching your every move.” Mimi stood back and let Eleanor look in the glass one final time. Mimi had been her lady’s maid since she’d first married Grayson. Mimi knew, without being told, the inner workings of the family, and why Eleanor chose to stay away from socializing with them. Except for Alec.

“I should have never gone with them. I simply should have said no and met up with them at the countess’s ball. It was as though I wasn’t supposed to speak with any man. Prudence was the worst.”

“Hmmph. That sister of yours is being foolish,”

“She does believe what my father says, I’m sad to say. He’s leading people to believe that he and the Duke of Evermont are in negotiations over her dowry.”

“Which means negotiations to benefit him.” Mimi snorted.

“Yes, but Lord Evermont assured me my father has not approached him since he’s returned.”

“I should not think Lord Evermont needs a dowry.”

“No, he doesn’t. He has more pressing matters with his own dukedom.” Eleanor smiled at what she saw in the looking glass. “Perfect.”

Turning on her heel, she walked out of her suite and downstairs to her library. She needed to go through her correspondence, and after that, go over the ledgers William had sent her from the previous week at Dante’s Inferno.

Sitting at the small writing desk, she picked up the first from a growing stack. Word had gotten around that she was officially out of mourning, and she was certain being at the countess’s ball had gotten her noticed. Eleanor knew she could now pick and choose which affairs she attended. It wasn’t as though she were searching for a husband, though she knew there would be a gaggle of potential suitors lined up outside her Mayfair home.

Those men would be disregarded instantly as fortune-seeking men who needed a widow’s funds to shore up their own depleted accounts. Eleanor knew far too well what a great number of men of the aristocracy did with their evenings. Desperate, they came to places like Dante’s Inferno and lost money, property, and anything else they could convince people to take. Sometimes, they would have a run of luck, but more times than not, they would lose to the cards or the roulette wheel.

Eleanor knew the game better than most. Grayson had taught her well, and for more than one reason. It was a lucrative business, if run correctly. Second, it was a way for her to get revenge on her father, not only for what he’d done to her, but for what he was doing to her family and their future. At the rate he was going, the old duke would have nothing left for her brother Alec to inherit.

She sat reading invitations and writing her acceptance or regrets until the stack was finished. Most she had declined. Easy to do, but she knew she couldn’t hide forever behind widowhood.

A knock on her door as it opened preceded the solemn face of Nigel, her butler. She knew it was time for her daily visit from her manager, William. He would give her an update of the goings-on of the night before. Grayson had placed him in position when he had first opened Dante’s Inferno, making William a partner when he knew he was dying. He had been a godsend to Eleanor this past year or so.

“Good day, Your Grace,” he said as he entered the library. He wasn’t an overly tall man, but his self-esteem and the way he carried himself made up for it.

“Good day, William. Would you care for some tea?” she asked, silently observing the man for anything out of the ordinary. She’d picked up a couple of tics William had if the night before had been problematic or hadn’t gone to their expectations. His jaw would be set, or he’d tap his fingers on a chair arm or desktop if there had been problems. She saw none of this.

“No, thank you. I am to meet Catherine when we finish. It seems my wife wishes to show me a new home that has just come up for sale.” He sat down at the other side of the desk in an elegant dark brown leather chair.

She waited as the butler closed the door and left them before speaking. “I haven’t had a chance to go over last night’s ledger. I take it there were some difficulties?”

William knew she wanted a watchful eye kept on her father. “Yes. Your father, I’m afraid, has reached his limit. I had to have him brought off the floor and to the office. He was rather insulting to everyone.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. I imagine he wants his limit raised?”

“Yes, but I told him I didn’t have the authority to give him an increase. He got rather nasty, and I told him if he didn’t leave, I’d have his membership revoked.”

“You know better than that, William.”

“I know, but at the time, it seemed to be the only way to get him under control. You don’t suspect he knows you own the place, do you?”

“No. One thing my father isn’t is business savvy. Did he say anything to cause you suspicion?”

“Nothing, other than that he thinks he’s above our rules. That for some reason they don’t apply to him. He did try to offer something interesting as collateral when I refused.”

“What?”

“The estate in Somerset. He offered the entire thing—land, manor house, contents…everything. He wanted in on the card game our Frenchman keeps going in one of the private rooms.”

“He dared wager his family estate on a card game? His family has owned and lived there for over two hundred years. He has gone too far. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, I do. He’s into his compulsion too deep. If we accept his wager, it won’t stop there. We’ve seen that with other desperate men. I know you’re trying to protect your brother and sister, but sometimes it’s better to walk away.”

“You’re right, I know,” she replied, raising her hand in a motion of disgust. “However, if he loses Somerset to Dante’s Inferno, I can keep it in a trust for my family and give it back after that bastard is dead and gone. It’s not entailed to the dukedom, and that’s what frightens me. That he’ll begin to sell off everything.”

“Become a silent landlord?”

“Something like that. How did you leave it with him?”

“I told him to go home and think long and hard about what he was willing to give up. If he still wanted to do it Friday, to come back, and I would give him my answer.”

“You have no problem with my suggestion?”

“I do not. If he comes back, we agree to let him in on the card game. Your father has no skill at cards or any other gaming device. His wager is yours in its entirety.”

“But it must appear to everyone that he’s lost it. The old fool must be made to face my mother, my brother, and my sister with the truth of what he’s done. I believe them thinking he’s lost Somerset to a gaming hell will wake them up, my brother especially.”

“I agree. Other than the incident with your father, last night was as expected.” William sat back in his chair, the edges of his mouth curving up. “Will I see you tonight?”

“No, I have a previous engagement. Moreover, I think it best if I keep some distance. With my coming out of mourning, it’s going to be harder for me to move about as freely.”

“I agree. Trust no one for the moment. Shall we scale back our meetings?”

“Yes. I think twice a week is sufficient, unless there is something important, such as my father, that needs my attention. You can include anything I need to know with the ledgers. As far as anyone is concerned, you and Grayson were partners in your ship, the Countess, and we meet here so you may apprise me on matters concerning her.”

“Very well,” he replied. “If there’s nothing further, I shall go meet with Catherine and see with what she is so enamored.”

“Give her my regards. Now that I am back in Society, we can all have dinner one evening.”

“I’m sure she’d love that. She has been quite concerned about you having a string of suitors lining up outside. I told her you were more than able to take care of any fortune hunters.”

“Ah yes, it’s starting already. Not as bad as I thought, but still, it is beginning.”

“Grayson made sure you knew how to take care of yourself, far better than many women.”

“I know. Now get on with you, before Catherine comes looking for you or, worse yet, decides to purchase the place before you even get a chance to see it.”

“I’ll be in touch,” he replied, bowing.

She watched as he left, trying hard not to scream at what she had just learned. She must not allow it. She must not allow her father to ruin the family name and everyone connected with it.

 

***

 

Eleanor descended the staircase of her Mayfair home, ready to leave for dinner with the Duke of Evermont. She’d spent the past three hours making herself ready. Though last night had been her first official social function, tonight was different.

Cameron stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting on her. He looked magnificent, even more so than the previous night. “Good evening, Cameron. I was expecting your footman, not you. However, this is a wonderful surprise.”

She extended her gloved hand, smiling demurely in his direction. He could take her breath away, if she wasn’t careful. He had always had that effect on her.

“London is not a place for ladies to be out alone after dark.” He took her hand and kissed the back. “Even dowager duchesses such as yourself, who have no fears.”

“It’s nice to know I have a protector.”

“If you are ready, my carriage is waiting.”

Though spring was upon them, there was still a chill in the air in the evenings. Cameron lifted her cloak from the arms of the butler, put it over her shoulders, and offered his elbow.

Eleanor could smell his cologne mixed in with the fragrance of his shaving soap. It would be a scent she would always associate with Cameron.

“What are you thinking?” he asked as she looked out at the passing homes.

“Just how much I love Mayfair, especially this area. The architecture is exquisite.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in architecture,” he replied, gazing at her as she tilted her head to get a better view of a large mansion under construction.

“Yes. I always have been. It’s one of those things a lady keeps to herself, since it is not needlepoint or the latest fashion. I’ve always been in awe of how structures are built.”

“Another of your secrets that is safe with me.” He cocked an eyebrow toward her.

There was an expression on his face she couldn’t place, and she was usually good at reading people. “What is that look?”

“It’s simply refreshing to see a woman attracted to worldly things.”

He leaned over and stole a kiss from her. It was quick, but the gesture made Eleanor’s head swoon. The feel of his lips on hers lit a fire through her body. They were soft and warm, yet at the same time demanding.

Two blocks away, the carriage came to a halt in front of his residence. Eleanor peered out as the door opened and a footman waited to assist her. She glanced at Cameron, smiling, and then descended from the carriage. Standing in front of the four-story structure, she waited for him. He offered his arm, and they proceeded up the curving, outside stairs, where the butler was waiting for them.

“This is exquisite. I did not remember it as being so elaborate,” she said.

“Thank you. I’ve always been rather fond of it myself.”

“I can see why.”

Inside, Cameron led her to a drawing room done in gold with shades of red intermingled. She sat gracefully on a gold-and-white settee as Cameron walked over to a sideboard.

“Wine?” he offered, picking up a decanter.

“Yes, please. That would be nice.”

He poured two glasses, his fingers long and elegant, as was the rest of him. A rogue lock of his inky-black hair had fallen on his forehead, and he made no attempt to move it back. Instead, he picked up the drinks and returned to her side. Handing her a glass, he sat in a gold damask-covered chair next to her.

“Did your mother recover from her spell last night?” Cameron inquired, a hint of a smile crossing his lips. She knew he remembered her mother’s flair for the dramatic, something her sister had also inherited.

“I’m assuming she did. I have heard nothing from her today.”

“I couldn’t help but notice your father wasn’t in attendance last evening. I hope he is not ill.”

Eleanor took a deep breath as she contemplated how to reply. If she wasn’t aware of her father’s nocturnal activities, she would have questioned his absence as well. “No, he isn’t ill, or I would have been told. I understand he’s gone to Somerset. My father and I no longer speak unless absolutely necessary. I do know, however, as I’m sure most of the aristocracy is aware, that my father has some unsavory interests.”

“I apologize, Eleanor. I didn’t wish to bring up something that is obviously painful.”

“I’m not sure painful is the proper word for what I feel about my father.”

“Can your brother not speak with him?”

“Alec has on numerous occasions and has even brought the family solicitor along. Father waves them off as though they are imbeciles. Or he goes off on one of his tirades, during which he vows to disinherit Alec.”

“He can’t do that, or at least I don’t believe a member of the aristocracy has ever tried to disinherit their only son.”

“My father may not be able to do that, but he’s well on the road to ruining the dukedom. He’s mortgaged everything, and if he hasn’t done that, he’s sold it. Or is trying to sell anything whether or not it’s entailed to the dukedom.”

“What does your mother say?”

“My mother? My mother is terrified of him. Another reason my father is looking to wed my sister off. If he hasn’t spent her dowry already.”

Cameron hesitated for a moment. Eleanor sensed he was holding something back. She took a drink and eyed him through her long lashes. Setting her glass on the table in front of her, she begged him to speak his mind.

“There is a rumor going around about your father. I only just heard of it this afternoon.”

“I’m surprised there’s just one,” she replied. “I’m not some fragile female, Cameron. What is it?”

“I know you’re not, which is one of the things I love about you and always have. It seems your father has lost his membership in just about every gambling hell in the city. Any establishment worth anything. No one will extend him credit.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“It’s worse, I fear. There is a club called Dante’s Inferno, an exclusive club for gambling and such. Word is that your father offered his estate in Somerset. He wants in on some elite card game, and he’s willing to sell his soul to the devil himself to do it.”

“He would ruin the family if that’s the case.”

“I’m sorry to have been the one to tell you. I wanted you to know, in case it’s more than a rumor.”

“Thank you, Cameron. I would rather you be upfront with me on these matters. Knowing this information will allow me some time to think how to help my mother and siblings. If I can.”

 

 

Chapter Three

 

When Eleanor came in from her visit to her modiste, she was met by her butler, who handed her a folded note.

“From His Grace, the Duke of Evermont. His man said he needed you to come immediately. This will explain.”

“Oh dear,” Eleanor muttered, breaking the seal on the back. She read Cameron’s missive. Her worst fear had happened. Was happening. “I have to get to the duke’s residence. Now.”

“Your Grace?”

Her higher staff knew of her father and how she’d become such a young duchess to such an old duke. They had come to respect her over the years and were faithful to a fault.

“My sister showed up at the Duke of Evermont’s with no chaperone, begging him for help. It seems my father has lost the family home in London, and they are to be put out immediately.”

“The carriage is out front. Is there anything we should do?”

“I shall bring my sister back here. I shall return as soon as I can. Make sure three guest rooms are ready.”

“What if your father shows up?”

“He is not welcome. Under no circumstances is he to set foot inside my home. I will sack anyone who allows him entrance.”

With that, she walked down the stairs and into the waiting carriage.

She didn’t have to knock. Cameron was waiting at the door as she pulled up in front of his home. He bounded down the stairs and helped her out of the carriage. “She showed up about thirty minutes ago, crying and alone. She said your father lost the manor and Somerset in a card game and that they were being put out immediately.” He ran his fingers through his dark hair. “She tried to fling herself on me, Eleanor.”

“Your butler didn’t leave you for a moment, did he?”

“No.”

“Prudence is desperate. You most certainly do not need to be anywhere near her by yourself.”

“Precisely.”

“Come. Let us see how bad it really is.” Eleanor walked into the drawing room and came face-to-face with her younger sister.

“What are you doing here?” Prudence hissed.

“His Grace sent for me. It is not proper for you to be here, Prudence, and you know that. Why did you not come to me?”

“Because this is all your fault. Mother said you wouldn’t do anything to help.”

“My fault? How can Father losing everything be my fault?” Prudence refused to answer her, sniffling like a child, so Eleanor took another route. “Where are Mother and Alec?”

“They are at the house. It is horrible, Eleanor. What will happen to everyone?”

Eleanor put an arm around her sister to comfort her. “Everything will work out. You’ll see. Do you happen to know to which gambling hell Father lost everything?”

“Would you like me to look into that?” Cameron asked, as he ran his hand through his tousled hair.

“He lost it all at a place called Dante’s Inferno. I heard Alec tell Mother,” Prudence blurted.

Eleanor gazed over at Cameron while trying to mask her face. She needed to get word discreetly to William. He’d know the state of shock her family would surely be in. He wouldn’t risk stopping by the house, not with a chance of being overheard, and she certainly couldn’t risk a visit to Dante’s Inferno, not yet.

“Why don’t we get you and your sister back to your home, Your Grace? While you’re getting your sister settled, I’ll go see if I can get your mother and brother on their way, and I’ll see what more I can learn while there.”

“Thank you.”

“You may thank me by allowing me to dine with your family later this evening.”

“Yes, of course.” Eleanor graced him with a broad smile and turned to her sister. “Come, Prudence, I’ve got a room ready for you.” She mouthed a thank-you to the duke and walked her sister to the waiting carriage.

Cameron followed them out to the street. “I’ll be by with your mother and brother shortly.”

Eleanor nodded as Cameron took her hand and pressed her palm to his lips. The simple gesture made her body heat up in ways she hadn’t felt in years.

When they entered her house, the head housekeeper and the butler met her.

“Mrs. Ryan, would you inform Cook that it appears we shall be having four extra people dining with us this evening? My mother and siblings will be staying here until arrangements can be made for them. The Duke of Evermont will be joining us as well. He’s gone to fetch my mother and Alec.”

“Yes, Your Grace. Cook was already expecting more. Lady Prudence, come with me. I’ll show you to your room.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Ryan,” Eleanor replied, eyeing her sister, who looked hesitant. “There is nothing to be done at the moment, Prudence. At least go see your room. I’ll be in either my study or the drawing room. Please make yourself at home.”

Prudence nodded and allowed Mrs. Ryan to show her the way.

The butler spoke next. “I have sent a wagon over to help bring whatever Her Grace and His Lordship and Lady Prudence have. We have space to house the staff temporarily, if it is needed.”

“Excellent. Thank you. Did I get a packet from Lord William?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Thank you.” She sat at her desk and blew out a breath, then she picked up the packet and broke the seal.

Indeed, as expected, her father had come back to Dante’s Inferno to bet and had lost everything. William was distraught because her father had no feelings or regard for his family. He himself had begged her father to reconsider. The duke had refused. William went on to say that he had considered refusing the duke’s collateral. However, he knew if he revoked the duke’s membership and what he was putting up, the duke would simply have found another establishment that would have gladly taken the property. There’d always be someone willing to take anything from a rich man.

William ended by stating that the old duke had sat there dumbfounded for a moment before he’d been escorted out of the room.

She knew William would have a boy over within the hour. She took the letter and the rest of what he had sent and deposited it in her safe. She then sat down to write him a reply, telling him of the chaos resulting from her father’s actions, that she was going to keep the family at her home while she tried to determine how to proceed.

After sealing the missive with wax, she went to the kitchens to see if the young man had yet arrived. The lad was sitting at a table, eating a bowl of soup Cook had given him. He was the son of William’s cook and was reliable to a fault. She smiled at him and handed over the note, along with a couple of coins.

When she walked into the drawing room, she was surprised to find Cameron standing there with Alec. “I didn’t hear you two come in. Where’s Mother?”

“She’s upstairs. As you might guess, she’ll be taking to her bed for the next couple of days.” Her brother managed a smile, shaking his head. “Can’t say that I blame her. Thank you, Eleanor. This is a huge embarrassment.”

“I know. I’ll try to help you through it.” She placed her hand on Cameron’s forearm. “If you’d like, fix yourself and Alec a glass of whiskey. The decanters are over against the wall.”

“Certainly. For you?”

“I think I’ll wait and have a glass of wine at supper.”

“What now, Eleanor? We have no home. Father’s made a mess of everything. You can’t keep us forever,” Alec said.

“No, but you’re all welcome to stay until we sort the matter out. We will talk with the solicitors and see what, if anything, can be done. I’ve already sent missives.”

“Thank you.”

“Any word on your father’s whereabouts?” Cameron asked, handing Alec a crystal glass half-filled with amber liquid.

“No, none. I’ve been told he fled to his mistress’s. If that’s true, I doubt she’ll have him. Not once she learns what’s happened. There is nowhere else I can think of,” Alec replied.

Eleanor watched the men from her chair as they both took healthy swallows of the scotch. “What about cash, Alec? Money in the banks?”

“That’s what I’ll look into. I’m afraid my hands are tied until then.”

“Do you know anything about Prudence’s dowry?”

“No. Father made sure he kept everything where I couldn’t access it—the household accounts, everything. He began to do that in the last six months. I had spoken with your friend William about whether we could have him declared unfit.”

“What did he say?”

“I’ll need to get Mother’s backing. However, with this mess, it may be easier. I’m his heir.”

“That’s true, Alec. You could have everything taken out of his hands. It will mean dealing with any and all debt. Creditors might be a little more forgiving if they see you had been unaware until you were put out of your home. It may be a blessing,” Cameron said.

“He’s right, Alec. You and I will meet with the solicitors and see what can be done,” Eleanor assured.

“I’ll be happy to assist anyway I can,” Cameron added, taking a drink and gazing at Eleanor.

“Thank you, Evermont, but there’s really no need for you to get involved. It’s a mess I’m afraid best left to family. I appreciate the thought, though,” Alec muttered.

“Your sister is an old friend. My offer stands.”

“Alec, I have a thought. What if we were to send Mother and Prudence to my estate in Surrey? Get them out of town for a while, away from all of this,” Eleanor said.

“That is an excellent idea. Do you think they’ll go?”

“Mother? Heavens, yes. It will keep her from having to face anyone. This entire situation is going to be an embarrassment for her.”

“I have a better idea,” Cameron injected, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “My family has a place in Paris. No one’s using it. You could send your sister and mother to stay there for a while. Perhaps the summer.”

“That’s quite generous. I don’t know how I could ever repay your kindness,” Alec murmured. He turned toward Eleanor. “I have enough in my personal funds to finance getting them to Paris and to pay for their expenses for a couple of months, if they’re modest in what they do.”

“I can help,” Eleanor said. “Don’t worry about money. I have the means to do this, so let me. This will be a better solution than merely sending them to the country. They can move about freely without people whispering about them.”

“Then it’s settled. Your mother and sister will go spend some time in Paris at my family’s townhouse. The next step will be finding out just what shape your father has left everything in,” Cameron added.

“Ruins,” Alec said flatly. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair. “Utter ruins. We have no home, no properties, and I’m sure no money. The only properties left are the few entailed to the dukedom, which he hasn’t tried to sell yet. He’s ruined us with his obsession.”

“Let’s wait and see what William has to say, Alec,” Eleanor said softly.

“Yes, there is nothing to be done tonight,” he agreed, downing the rest of his whiskey.

Eleanor observed her brother carefully. She hoped after the initial shock wore off that he’d be able to do whatever it took to step in and take over as head of the family. Certainly, he’d been groomed to take over the dukedom when their father died. But this…this was a disaster. “Alec? How is your business faring?”

“Quite well. It takes time to build up clientele. At this moment, I’m grateful I had the foresight to start this business. Father wouldn’t let me participate in the running of any of his. Of course, now we know what he was up to. Why do you ask, sister?”

Cameron, who’d been observing the conversation unfold, quietly walked to Alec’s side and poured him another drink. “Do you have an idea, Eleanor?”

“Yes. Grayson left me with an art business of sorts. You know of Bailey Art Emporium?”

“Was that Grayson’s?”

“Yes, and he left it to me. I’m in need of someone to oversee it.”

“Who is doing it now?”

“The manager who ran it for the previous owner. He’s been offered a unique position in Florence and has indicated to me that he’d like to pursue it. Since he is a bachelor, he has no wife or family to tie him down. He’d be foolish not to accept. A young widow assists with cataloging objects as they arrive. She’d be a tremendous help.”

“I see. It might work. I may be able to expand my own business if I had such opportunity,” her brother said.

“That’s what I was thinking. Perhaps after we’ve met with the solicitors, we can visit. Not on an auction night, but during the day.”

“That would be excellent. I’ve attended many an auction there. They are quite successful and well respected.” Alec took another long swallow off his whiskey. “Thank you, Eleanor.”

“No need to thank me. I already had plans to speak with you about this. But after this business with the dukedom and all…it’s perfect for you.”

“It is perfect,” Cameron agreed, sitting across from her.

“While I do know how the business is run, Alec is far more qualified than I. I wouldn’t have to worry about having to turn it over to a stranger,” Eleanor added.

 

***

 

Eleanor and Cameron sat in the quiet of her drawing room later that evening. Her sister had gone on to her room, as had Alec. Their mother had refused to come down for dinner, mortified over the family situation. Instead, Eleanor instructed that a tray be sent up. She would speak with her mother in the morning about Paris.

“I probably should go. This has been a trying day for you as well. I’m sure you’re exhausted.” Cameron was seated next to her on one of the divans, mere inches away.

“Please stay for a while longer. While this has been a most distressful day, I do enjoy your company.” She hesitated. “How rude of me. I dragged you into all of this, not thinking you might have matters of your own to attend to.”

“If I had, they could wait. Helping you through this was far more important to me,” he replied, rubbing a finger along the edge of her jaw.

“Thank you, Cameron,” she whispered, closing her eyes and giving in to his touch.

“No need to thank me anymore. I want to help. You are a strong woman, Eleanor, but even you need someone. Let me be that person.”

Moving his hand to her other cheek, Cameron lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. Eleanor didn’t resist when his lips pressed against hers. They were exactly as she remembered, and this was the most perfect kiss. Cameron laid claim to her, sensually parting her lips, and she found her way to his tongue. They explored each other tentatively as he stole her breath away.

She finally pulled back, her lips swollen and pink. His gaze was on them as he moved his hand from her face, pulling her closer as his mouth met hers once again.

“Cameron…” Her breath hitched as his kisses moved to her neck, making a path to her breasts. She ran her fingers through his thick, tousled hair, pressing him closer, encouraging him.

A groan escaped him as he pulled himself upright. “We cannot do this. Not here. Not tonight. I want our first time to be perfect, Eleanor.”

“You are right. I am going to need to make a trip to Somerset soon. Perhaps you can accompany me.” She immediately bit her lip, cursing herself, realizing she’d said too much.

Cameron cocked an eyebrow and gazed down at her. “Why would you need to go to Somerset?” he asked curiously.

“Someone needs to speak with the staff. I can do that more easily than Alec.”

“It is not your responsibility. Your father lost the property, contents, house, and all fairly in a card game. If the new owner wishes to keep the staff, they will inform them.”

The eviction from the London home had been more for theatrics—showing her father that his stupidity had indeed put his family out on the street. She had to be careful until such time when she could get Cameron to herself. At that time, she’d tell him. She wondered if he’d be so forgiving when he learned what she had done.

“You’re right, of course. I was simply thinking of some of the staff who have been with the family since they were children themselves.”

“I shall send word to my staff in Paris in the morning, informing them to be expecting your mother and sister. You and Alec must meet with the solicitors immediately. If you need me to assist or come along, simply let me know.”

“Yes, and then I need to take Alec over to the gallery to let him and my man there speak. If they are both in agreement, they can work out some sort of time frame. It will be a good diversion for my brother.”