A Lady Hoyden's Secret by Dawn Brower

Some secrets should never be revealed…

A lady hoyden's secret

Some secrets should never be revealed…

As far as Lady Helena Carter is concerned it isn’t bad to be a wallflower and a bluestocking. She wants nothing more than to be independent. Her father hasn’t made her life easy, and all her mother wants is her to find a husband—any man will do. In order to achieve her goal she comes up with a foolproof plan to achieve her greatest wish. There is only one problem, and a man is at the heart of it.

Some secrets can’t be kept…

Lord Oliver Hunt, the Marquess of Dashville has been plagued with rumors and innuendo for five years, and it’s all that dratted Lady X’s fault. He made one wrong move in his wayward youth and he’s been paying for it ever since. Determined to make the Lady of Whispers see him differently he devises a scheme to make amends to the first lady that Dash slighted. He seeks out Lady Helena for that purpose, but she won’t have anything to do with him. 

Unraveling a secret can be sweet…

As they continue to cross paths, desire sparks between them. Their budding romance is tested as secrets are uncovered, and the revelations will either bring them closer together or tear them apart forever.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical

Language: English

Keywords: wallflower, rogue, scoundrel, bluestocking, gossip, secret, scandal

Word Count: 25000

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Sample text:

“Do I want to know what you have spinning inside your head?”

Helena glanced up at her brother, the Earl of Darcy, and smiled. “I don’t know, Lucas. It might scare you to know my innermost secrets.”

Her brother was dear to her and always would be, but he was one of those dreaded men who believed a lady couldn’t take care of herself. Perhaps she was a tad modern in her convictions; however, that didn’t make any of them less true. If a woman set her mind to something, she could accomplish a great deal. A lot of women already did and didn’t even realize it. The process of organizing a gala the size of the Loxton ball was a feat in itself. Most men didn’t take that into consideration. They thought a woman’s need for balls frivolous and tedious at best. A lot had to come together to launch a successful social gathering.

“I’m already terrified,” Lucas replied. “You’ve been a termagant since the moment you were born.”

“You wound me.” The corner of her mouth twitched as she held back a smile. “Shouldn’t you be in the card room?”

Lucas was five years her senior. He showed no signs of looking for a wife and settling down. Actually, the fact that he was there at all was odd. He usually ran wild around town with his closest friend, the Marquess of Dashville. When either one of them decided to attend a soiree of any sort, they were always together and could often be found at the most risqué of entertainments.

“Shouldn’t you be dancing?” He lifted a brow. “I could be wrong, but isn’t that the point of a ball?” He lifted her dance card and frowned. “Why aren’t there any names on here? You’re the daughter of a duke and have a large dowry. The young bucks should be falling over themselves for a chance to marry you.”

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