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    A Lady Hoyden's Secret: Bluestockings Defying Rogues, #2
    A Lady Hoyden's Secret: Bluestockings Defying Rogues, #2
    A Lady Hoyden's Secret: Bluestockings Defying Rogues, #2
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    A Lady Hoyden's Secret: Bluestockings Defying Rogues, #2

    By Dawn Brower

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    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.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMonarchal Glenn Press
    Release dateJun 5, 2018
    ISBN9781386189084
    A Lady Hoyden's Secret: Bluestockings Defying Rogues, #2
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    Dawn Brower

    USA TODAY Bestselling author, DAWN BROWER writes both historical and contemporary romance.There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby and she loves all genres.For more information about upcoming releases or to contact Dawn Brower go to her website: authordawnbrower.com

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      A Lady Hoyden's Secret - Dawn Brower

      DEDICATION

      FOR ELIZABETH EVANS—WHO truly adores Lady H, and stalwartly proofread this novella while sick, and on Christmas break with a bushel of kids surrounding her. Your level of dependability and unflappable perseverance will forever be considered the highest level attainable. Thanks for being one of my friends, and loving everything I write. You’re the best.

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      SPECIAL THANKS TO MY editor Victoria Miller. I’m always amazed at her talent, and as an editor—I’ve never had better. Thanks for all the hard work you do and the help you give me to make my stories stronger. I really do appreciate it more than I could ever say.

      AUTHOR’S NOTE

      SOMETIMES A SECRET can be a good thing. Other times the truth can be freeing. It’s up to you to decide which is best for you. This book is for everyone who has a secret and isn’t sure what to do with it. I hope you enjoy Helena and Oliver’s story as much as I did writing it.

      A careless whisper can lead to a scandal of impressive magnitudes. It’s my pleasure to help those whispers along...

      —Whispers from Lady X

      PROLOGUE

      THE SEASON, 1811

      Lady Helena Carter tapped her foot impatiently. It was her third season and sadly, she still had no suitors. As far as wallflowers went, she topped the list of undesirables. Most debutantes or ladies on the verge of spinsterhood would start becoming alarmed at the lack of prospects. In that regard, Helena was far from normal. She had decided to utilize the gift she’d been given and prepare for her future. A husbandless one, but she had accepted that two seasons ago.

      She didn’t need a man. All right, maybe she did—for now. Her father, the Duke of Montford, supported her, and she required that support as she made the steps necessary to take care of herself. Success didn’t happen overnight, after all. She fully planned on taking the world by storm—in secret.

      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.

      She held back the urge to roll her eyes. That was a solid assumption—even if it yielded false results. Helena wasn’t hideous. At least, she didn’t think so. Her hair was golden blonde and her eyes the odd color of violet-blue, but she was no great beauty. Even so, her inheritance should have made the men of the ton stop to take notice even if her lineage didn’t. From the moment she had her come-out ball though, nothing had gone as it should.

      I’m destined to be a spinster, Helena replied with a shrug. None of them notice me.

      She really didn’t care either. Let them continue to overlook her and whisper their secrets. They’d realize their mistake soon enough. She was more than happy to utilize the opportunity to her advantage. The ton might overlook Helena and dismiss her as nothing, but she was all right with that. Invitations arrived daily, giving her entrance into every social event of the season. All the balls and soirees would allow her to plan a life away from it all someday. It was all set and the first step taken for her new venture to begin.

      Don’t be ridiculous, he said. My sister will not be rebuffed. I’ll make sure they pay attention to you.

      Oh, dear—she had to talk him out of this and fast. You’re sweet, but I rather you didn’t. I don’t want to make a scene. If he did though, she could use it to her advantage... "I’ve accepted my fate. I don’t want any man for my husband. It will take someone extra special to capture my heart, and if they can’t see me for who I am, then I don’t want them." It was a bitter notion to swallow; nonetheless, she’d accepted it. A husband and family of her own were not in her future. That didn’t mean she couldn’t find happiness. Maybe someday she’d take a lover or adopt a child. Once she was settled and had the means of taking care of herself, she’d have a lot of options. Not finding a man to wed wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. It might even prove to be a good thing... A woman should be able to take care of herself, and she had always thought it rather silly that females were expected to depend on the males in their lives. Some men were idiots, and a great deal tended to be rather foolish.

      You want to fall in love? His voice held an edge of disbelief in it. How unnatural of you—our family doesn’t take matters of the heart into consideration when choosing a spouse.

      He wasn’t wrong. Father is most displeased and threatened to pick a husband for me.

      The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. You really need to tell me these things in advance, so I can be around to watch.

      Helena sighed. It’s not as if I plan to give Father fits. He does it all on his own. Seriously, why must he lose his temper over the silly idea that I have to wed the first man who pays me any attention?

      Lucas gave in and laughed. Darling, most ladies want to marry. I don’t think you actually do. At least pretend to be looking.

      She didn’t know if she could. Sure, in the beginning, she had actually sought a husband. The flock of lords who had come looking for a wife her first season had been—lacking. None of them sparked any interest. They didn’t make her heart beat faster and leave her with the desire to see them again. She didn’t need them for support. If she held out long enough, she’d have more than enough money to live in comfort. Unfortunately, she had another decade to wait for her inheritance. Without a husband, it would sit in a trust until her thirtieth year.

      Why? She crinkled her nose. They’re boring.

      There has to be someone here you find appealing.

      Actually, there isn’t...

      A murmur spread through the room, and Helena glanced up to see what caught the other guests’ attention. Anything noteworthy would have to be filed away for future use. The gossip of the ton would be her bread and butter when her father cut her off. It was going to happen sooner or later. He’d all but threatened it earlier when they’d argued. If she didn’t actively look for a husband, he’d take away her pin money, and she could forget about any new gowns or fripperies.

      Ah... That’s what they were all talking about. Lord Oliver Hunt, the Marquess of Dashville himself had arrived. He was every bit as handsome as the squeals of delight implied. He’d be a catch for any lady, and not for the title and fortune he held. Dashville’s physique had even caught her notice. Tall, broad shoulders, dark brown hair, and ice blue eyes—a prince charming straight out of every young girl’s fairy tale. Until he opened his mouth and spoke, anyway.

      He headed straight for them. She steeled herself for his arrival. He’d come to see Lucas, but she would still have to prepare herself. She had lied

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