Scandalous Lord, Rebellious Miss (Harlequin Historical Series #885)

Charles Alden, Viscount Dayle, sank into his favourite over-stuffed chair in the morning room at White's. It was early; the porters had not yet let down the awnings and bright light flooded through the floor-to-ceiling window. At his elbow sat a pot of coffee, a plate of muffins, and a pile of papers. He snapped open The Times, sank his teeth into his first, hot, buttery bite and let out a heartfelt sigh.He revelled in the peace of the morning all the way through the first paper. Unfortunately, peace was a commodity hard to come by anywhere in England in the spring of 1817, even for a viscount. Charles first noticed something amiss as he set aside The Times and reached for the Edinburgh Review.A space had cleared all about him. The morning room, usually full of gentlemen either beginning one day or ending another, was empty but for a few souls gathered in whispering knots along the walls. One man caught his gaze, blasted him with a look of utter scorn, and stalked out, calling for his hat. A wrench of foreboding seizing his gut, Charles looked up into the sympathetic eye of one of the porters, come to refresh his coffee.'Well, Bartlett,' he said quietly, 'I can see you are not half so ignorant as I. Tell me.'Bartlett cleared his throat. 'I have taken the liberty of adding a copy of today's Oracle to the stack of your usual papers, my lord. Perhaps you would care to peruse the editorial section?''The Oracle?' It was little more than a scandal sheet. 'Thank you, Bartlett.'Charles picked up the paper with trepidation and turned a few pages until he found the item he sought, directly under a scathing response to Lord Sidmouth's call against 'seditious publications'.Tory Darling or Wolf In Sheep's Clothing?They do say that a Reformed Rake makes the Best Husband--but what kind of Politician does he make?Just such a man is Lord D--, a Rakehell of the First Order, now converted into a Responsible English Peer. Or is he? Based on certain, recent Rumours, We wonder if he has changed pastures only in search of fresh prey.Lord D--has been seen often lately with the notorious Lady A--on his arm. Perhaps this is not so surprising when one considers his past taste for women of immodest character and her known taste for the rising young members of her husband's political party. What is surprising is that a man previously known for living on wit and instinct could have fumbled this situation so badly. No other explanation presents itself for yesterday's dramatic events, when Lord A--returned home unexpectedly only to find a dark-haired gentleman departing the house by route of Lady A--'s bedchamber window.The lady has reportedly been duly chastised and banished to the country. But as for the gentleman?It cannot be denied that Lord D--is a man of many talents. Indeed, it is rumoured he is to be groomed for High Office. We at the Oracle cannot help but wonder if the Tories should reconsider the notion. Surely a candidate exists who can demonstrate a higher standard of character. For if the Tories cannot trust Lord D--with their women, then why should they trust him with the Nation?For a long minute Charles sat rigid with anger. Bloody, damnable hell. Months of hard work.Weeks of toadying. Countless gruelling hours spent constructing a careful facade. All destroyed in a moment with the vicious swipe of an acid pen.Normal, everyday sounds drifted in from the adjoining rooms: the rustle of freshly ironed papers, the soft clink of china, the low murmur of men whose lives had not just been turned inside out. Charles sat frozen, trying to wrap his mind about the disaster that had befallen him with the turn of a page.He nearly jumped out of his skin when grizzled Lord Rackham paused behind his chair and thumped him soundly on the shoulder.'Just so, my boy!' the old relic bellowed. 'Brazen it out. Don't lMarlowe, Deb is the author of 'Scandalous Lord, Rebellious Miss (Harlequin Historical Series #885)', published 2008 under ISBN 9780373294855 and ISBN 0373294859.