The Dissolute Duke

The Dissolute Duke
Sophia James

THE RUMOUR IS UP AND THE BANNS ARE READ: THE DISSOLUTE DUKE HAS FINALLY WED! With a name synonymous with sin, and debauchery so shocking it is only spoken of in whispers, no one is more surprised than Taylen Ellesmere, Duke of Alderworth, when he finds himself forced to marry! Before the ink is dry on the register he turns his back on this sham of a marriage and leaves.Three years later, having barely survived the scandal, Lady Lucinda has placed one delicately shod foot back in the hallowed halls of the ton when her husband returns. He has an offer she can’t refuse. And in exchange? Their wedding night!

‘I saved the best proposal of all for your ears only.’

A streak of cold dread snaked downwards. ‘You want a divorce, no doubt?’

At that he laughed, the sound engulfing her.

‘Not a divorce, my lady wife, but an heir, and as you are the only woman who can legitimately give me one the duty is all yours.’

She almost tripped at his words and he held her closer, waiting until balance was regained. Their eyes locked together. There was no humour at all in the green depths of Taylen Ellesmere, the sixth Duke of Alderworth.

He was deadly serious.

Shock gave her the courage of reply. ‘Then you have a large problem indeed, because I am the last woman in the world who would ever willingly grace your bed again.’

AUTHOR NOTE

So many people have written to me and asked if I was going to write the story of Lucinda, the last sibling of the Wellinghams.

Well, here it is. Lucinda has featured in Asher’s story, HIGH SEAS TO HIGH SOCIETY, Taris’s story, ONE UNASHAMED NIGHT, and Cristo’s, ONE ILLICIT NIGHT.

Falder has been like a second home to me for so many years—it is quite sad to have to say goodbye. I hope you love the way Lucinda’s man is no push-over and, as the dissolute Duke who has seemingly ruined their sister, is causing mayhem for the Wellingham brothers.

About the Author

SOPHIA JAMES lives in Chelsea Bay on Auckland, New Zealand’s North Shore, with her husband who is an artist.

Sophia has a degree in English and History from Auckland University and believes her love of writing was formed reading Georgette Heyer in the holidays at her grandmother’s house.

Sophia enjoys getting feedback at www.sophiajames.net

Previous novels by the same author:

FALLEN ANGEL

ASHBLANE’S LADY

HIGH SEAS TO HIGH SOCIETY

MASQUERADING MISTRESS

KNIGHT OF GRACE

(published as The Border Lord in North America)

MISTLETOE MAGIC

(part of Christmas Betrothals)

ONE UNASHAMED NIGHT

ONE ILLICIT NIGHT

CHRISTMAS AT BELHAVEN CASTLE

(part of Gift-Wrapped Governesses anthology)

LADY WITH THE DEVIL’S SCAR

Did you know that some of these novels are also available as eBooks? Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk

The

Dissolute Duke

Sophia James

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I would like to dedicate this book to my sister-in-law, Susie. Thanks for being a fan.

Chapter One

England—1831

Her brothers would kill her for this.

Lady Lucinda Wellingham knew that they would. Of all the hare-brained schemes that she had ever been involved with, this was the most foolish of the lot. She would be ruined and it would be entirely her fault.

‘Just a kiss,’ the man whispered, pressing her against a wall in the corridor, the smell of strong liquor on his breath. His hands wandered across the line of her breasts, and in the ridiculously flimsy dress that she had allowed Posy Tompkins to talk her into wearing, Lucinda could feel where his next thoughts lay.

Richard Allenby, third Earl of Halsey, had been attractive at London society balls, but here at a country party in Bedfordshire he was intolerably cloying. Pushing him away, she stood up straight, pleased that her height allowed her a good few inches above his own.

‘I think, sir, that you have somehow got the wrong idea about my wish to…’

The words were cut off as his lips covered hers, a wet, limp kiss that made her turn her head away quickly before wiping her mouth. Goodness, the man was almost panting and it did not suit him at all.

‘You are here at the most infamous party of the Season and my room isn’t far.’ His fingers closed across her forearm as he hailed two others who looked to have had as much to drink as he had. Both leered at her in the very same way that Halsey was. A mistake. She should have fled moments ago when the chance had been hers and the bedrooms had not been so perilously close. In this den of iniquity it seemed anything went, the morals of the man whose house it was fallen beyond all redemption.

A spike of fear brought her elbow against the wall, loosening Halsey’s fingers and allowing a hard-won freedom which she took the chance on and ran.

Twisted and narrow corridors lay before her. There were close to twenty bedchambers on this floor alone and, moving quickly, Lucinda discovered double doors at the very end. With the corners she had taken she was certain those following would not see which door she had chanced upon and without a backward glance she turned an ornate ivory handle and slipped into the room.

It was dark inside save for a candle burning next to the bed, where a man sat reading, thick-rimmed glasses balanced on the end of his nose.

When he looked up she placed one finger to her lips, asking for his silence before turning back to the door. Outside she could hear the noise of those who followed her, the uncertainty of where she was adding to their urgency. Surely they would not dare to try their luck with any number of closed doors? A good few minutes passed, the whispers becoming less audible, and then they were gone, retracing their steps in the quest for the escaped quarry and ruing the loss of a night’s entertainment. Relief filled her.