Ann Lethbridge - The Regency Season - Passionate Promises - The Duke's Daring Debutante / Return of the Prodigal Gilvry

In her youth, award-winning author, ANN LETHBRIDGE, reimagined the Regency romances she read, and now loves writing her own. Now living in Canada, Ann visits Britain every year, where family members understand, so they say, her need to poke around every antiquity within a hundred miles. Learn more about Ann or contact her at www.annlethbridge.com. She loves hearing from readers.

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About the Author In her youth, award-winning author, ANN LETHBRIDGE , reimagined the Regency romances she read, and now loves writing her own. Now living in Canada, Ann visits Britain every year, where family members understand, so they say, her need to poke around every antiquity within a hundred miles. Learn more about Ann or contact her at www.annlethbridge.com . She loves hearing from readers.

The Duke’s Daring Debutante THE DUKE’S DARING DEBUTANTE Ann Lethbridge

Back Cover Text Disgraced by His Grace! Frederick, Duke of Falconwood, has vowed never to marry, instead dedicating himself to protecting his country. But when he’s caught in a very compromising position with a coquettish debutante, Freddy does the only thing that will salvage her reputation—he proposes marriage! Even though Minette Rideau craves the stoic duke’s touch, she knows she can’t become his wife. For giving in to her desires will reveal a shameful secret, putting much more than her virtue in jeopardy...

Dedication Each book has a life of its own and is influenced by many people but I would like to dedicate this book to those who serve their country in whatever capacity they choose as my Dad did in the army. I believe he would have liked my foray into authorship, since he was a dedicated Georgette Heyer fan and loved reading about history.

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

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

Return of the Prodigal Gilvry

Back Cover Text

Dedication

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

Epilogue

Copyright

THE DUKE’S DARING DEBUTANTE

Ann Lethbridge

Disgraced by His Grace!

Frederick, Duke of Falconwood, has vowed never to marry, instead dedicating himself to protecting his country. But when he’s caught in a very compromising position with a coquettish debutante, Freddy does the only thing that will salvage her reputation—he proposes marriage!

Even though Minette Rideau craves the stoic duke’s touch, she knows she can’t become his wife. For giving in to her desires will reveal a shameful secret, putting much more than her virtue in jeopardy...

Each book has a life of its own and is influenced by many people but I would like to dedicate this book to those who serve their country in whatever capacity they choose as my Dad did in the army. I believe he would have liked my foray into authorship, since he was a dedicated Georgette Heyer fan and loved reading about history.

Chapter One

The foul stench coated Minette Rideau’s throat. With her skirts held high in one hand and the other clutching Granby’s arm, she focussed on taking only tiny sips of air as she picked her way over Bridge Alley’s slimy cobbles. One of many narrow passages in the reviled district of St Giles, it led to London’s most infamous hell. The only one owned by a duke. Falconwood. The man she now risked her reputation to track down in his lair.

Ancient tenements crowded in on both sides, the glimmer of lanterns behind oilpaper giving them menacing aspects. All around, noises of a seething mass of humanity pierced the darkness. Shouts and curses, music from the tavern on the corner. A child crying. A woman coughing.

So very different from the elegance of Mayfair, but not the worst she’d seen.

Granby halted before a low wooden door bound with iron and set with studs. The lantern above the door cast an oily gleam in the slime oozing along the alley’s central runnel.

‘This is it?’ she asked. ‘The Fools’ Paradise?’

‘It is,’ Granby croaked as if his throat was parched.

It had required all of Minette’s powers of persuasion to convince Lieutenant, the Honourable Laurence Granby, to be her escort when she’d named her destination. Now he was peering over his shoulder with the expression of one who had regained his sense of self-preservation and feared for his life. Finally he had realised that if this little adventure ever came to light, he was destined for a wagonload of trouble.

He cleared his throat. ‘You can’t want me to take you in there.’ Begging her to change her mind.

An unpleasant sensation squirmed behind her breastbone. A guilty conscience was an uncomfortable companion, but not unfamiliar. Guilt lay behind this expedition to London’s worst slums. Even as the idea had germinated, she’d known her escort hadn’t deserved to be placed in such an awkward position. Honour balanced against gentlemanly conduct and no way to reconcile either. He was a nice young man. Open. Honest. And too terribly susceptible to female manipulation. For all that her conscience pricked her, in the end she’d been unable to come up with a better alternative.

Worse, it might all be for naught. The man she’d come to for help had been going out of his way to avoid her for years, hence this charade. For all her careful scheming, he could easily turn her away and report her to Gabe, her sister’s husband.

If so, she’d have to think of another way to achieve her ends and avert disaster.

A disaster she’d set in motion years before. When she’d been young and exceedingly reckless. Not to mention in love.

She patted Granby’s arm. ‘Surely you aren’t going back on your word?’ She put a full measure of disappointment at his lack of courage into her voice.

The young man straightened his shoulders. ‘Certainly not. Gentleman, you know. But really—’

‘ Courage, mon ami . Knock. It will be très amusant, n’est-ce pas ? No one will ever know.’ She cast him a blinding smile.

Predictably dazzled, Granby rapped on the door with the head of his walking cane.

A square peephole opened. A glimmer of light quickly blocked by an eye peering out. Pah. Men and their dramatics.

‘Ah, ’tis you, sir,’ a gruff voice said from behind the door. The peephole snapped shut, and the door swung inwards. The porter’s glance slid over her without interest. Unlike proper gentlemen’s clubs, here there was no ban on admitting females. It was part of the hell’s attraction, along with wickedly deep play. Hopefully there would be others of her gender present tonight. Creating a stir was not her aim. A simple word with the club’s owner, His Grace, the Duke of Falconwood, was all she wanted.