Raven McAllan - The Duke’s Seduction of Lady M

Rules are meant to broken…

The mysterious Lady Mary McCoy is tired of playing by the rules of the ton. As a wealthy widow she fully plans on living her life to the full – free from the constraints of marriage.

And if she has to keep her high society status a secret in order to indulge in the more pleasurable pastimes of life, then so be it! Just as long as it’s on her terms…

Until notorious rake, Brody Weston, Duke of Welland, returns to his ancestral home – intent on her seduction! Slowly, luxuriously, he begins to unravel her secrets, one tantalising kiss at a time. And suddenly Lady Mary realises that breaking her own rules with the Duke is the most dangerous thing she’s ever done!

The next exquisite Regency romance from Raven McAllan, The Duke’s Seduction of Lady M will whisk you off your feet and sweep you into an opulent world of scandal, secrets and desire!

Also by Raven McAllan:

The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennett

The Rake’s Unveiling of Lady Belle

The Duke’s Seduction of Lady M

Raven McAllan

www.CarinaUK.com

RAVEN MCALLAN

lives in Scotland, the land of lochs, glens, mountains, haggis, men in kilts (sometimes) and midges. She enjoys all of them – except midges. They’re not known as the scourge of Scotland for nothing.

Her long-suffering husband has learned how to work the Aga, ignore the dust bunnies who share their lives, and pour the wine when necessary.

Raven loves history, which is just as well, considering she writes Regency romance, and often gets so involved in her research she forgets the time.

She loves to travel, and says she and her hubby are doing their gap year in three-week stints. All in the name of research, of course.

She loves to hear from her readers and you can contact her via her website www.ravenmcallan.com

To Paul for ignoring the clack of the laptop when he’s trying to watch the football.

To Doris O’Connor for her ‘re-editing’ – red type to anyone else.

To the RavDor chicks and my fellow Carina authors for their support, enthusiasm and unfailing encouragement.

And, of course, to Charlotte and the Carina team because without you this book wouldn’t have happened.

To Mary McCoy, who won the chance to have her name used for a heroine in one of my books. I hope you like this Mary.

Contents

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Blurb Rules are meant to broken… The mysterious Lady Mary McCoy is tired of playing by the rules of the ton. As a wealthy widow she fully plans on living her life to the full – free from the constraints of marriage. And if she has to keep her high society status a secret in order to indulge in the more pleasurable pastimes of life, then so be it! Just as long as it’s on her terms… Until notorious rake, Brody Weston, Duke of Welland, returns to his ancestral home – intent on her seduction! Slowly, luxuriously, he begins to unravel her secrets, one tantalising kiss at a time. And suddenly Lady Mary realises that breaking her own rules with the Duke is the most dangerous thing she’s ever done! The next exquisite Regency romance from Raven McAllan, The Duke’s Seduction of Lady M will whisk you off your feet and sweep you into an opulent world of scandal, secrets and desire!

Book List Also by Raven McAllan: The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennett The Rake’s Unveiling of Lady Belle

Title Page The Duke’s Seduction of Lady M Raven McAllan www.CarinaUK.com

Author Bio RAVEN MCALLAN lives in Scotland, the land of lochs, glens, mountains, haggis, men in kilts (sometimes) and midges. She enjoys all of them – except midges. They’re not known as the scourge of Scotland for nothing. Her long-suffering husband has learned how to work the Aga, ignore the dust bunnies who share their lives, and pour the wine when necessary. Raven loves history, which is just as well, considering she writes Regency romance, and often gets so involved in her research she forgets the time. She loves to travel, and says she and her hubby are doing their gap year in three-week stints. All in the name of research, of course. She loves to hear from her readers and you can contact her via her website www.ravenmcallan.com

Acknowledgements To Paul for ignoring the clack of the laptop when he’s trying to watch the football. To Doris O’Connor for her ‘re-editing’ – red type to anyone else. To the RavDor chicks and my fellow Carina authors for their support, enthusiasm and unfailing encouragement. And, of course, to Charlotte and the Carina team because without you this book wouldn’t have happened.

Dedication To Mary McCoy, who won the chance to have her name used for a heroine in one of my books. I hope you like this Mary.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

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Prologue

To his heartfelt relief, the village hadn’t changed. Behind the neat row of cottages the fields were a sea of green. Cows grazed in one meadow, and green shoots of corn showed their heads in the next. The trees that fringed the fields were in bud, and along the verges wildflowers nestled amongst the sturdy tufts of grass. It was, Brody realised, the epitome of middle England. Mid-afternoon, it had a somnolent feel to it, as if it was waiting for something to wake it.

Or someone?

Him? He snorted and his horse shook its head so the bridle jangled, loud in the silence. Not likely, no one expected him.

Brody settled deep into his saddle and realised how much he’d missed it. All of it. The views, the tranquillity, the safeness.

Especially the safeness.

My land, my world.

People glanced at him with little curiosity as he rode along the tidy street, past the pond with its five resident ducks, one loud and bossy drake and several ducklings, and around the long-disused stocks, but no one spoke or waved. The maypole stood forlorn in the middle of the green, a ring of scuffed grass around it, a sign it was at times used well. But now? It was simply a pole, denuded of ribbons.