A Scandalous Proposal
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Authors: Kasey Michaels
The drama of London's Little Season continues in this vibrant new series by
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bestselling author Kasey Michaels featuring three courageous war heroes surrendering at last to love...
Who would have thought a man could tire of being fawned over and flirted with? Ever since Cooper Townsend returned from France as a hero with a new title, he has been relentlessly pursued by every marriageable miss in London. Perhaps that's why the unconventional Miss Daniella Foster is so appealing. She doesn't simper or flatter. She only wants him to help unmask her sister's blackmailer, and Coop has never been so intrigued...
Let every other woman in London fight over His Lordship's romantic attentions. Marriage is the last thing on Dany's mind...at least until she samples his illicit kisses. Now, as a mutual enemy races to ruin Coop's reputation and Dany's family name, an engagement of convenience will spark an unlikely passion that might save them both.
Bonus Novella!
For your enjoyment, we've added in this volume
How to Woo a Spinster
by Kasey Michaels!
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An Improper Arrangement
The Redgraves
What a Hero Dares
What a Gentleman Desires
What a Lady Needs
What An Earl Wants
“The Wedding Party”
Rules of Engagement
The Blackthorn Brothers
The Taming of the Rake
A Midsummer Night's Sin
Much Ado About Rogues
The Daughtry Family
A Lady of Expectations and Other Stories
“How to Woo a Spinster”
How to Tempt a Duke
How to Tame a Lady
How to Beguile a Beauty
How to Wed a Baron
The Sunshine Girls
Dial M for Mischief
Mischief Becomes Her
Mischief 24/7
The Beckets of Romney Marsh
A Gentleman by Any Other Name
The Dangerous Debutante
Beware of Virtuous Women
A Most Unsuitable Groom
A Reckless Beauty
The Return of the Prodigal
Becket's Last Stand
Other must-reads
The Bride of the Unicorn
The Secrets of the Heart
The Passion of an Angel
Everything's Coming Up Rosie
Stuck in Shangri-La
Shall We Dance?
The Butler Did It
A Scandalous Proposal
&
How to Woo a Spinster
Dear Reader,
A journalist once asked then president John F. Kennedy, who had captained a PT boat during World War II, just how he had come to be a war hero. His answer was given with a wink and a grin: “It was involuntary. They sank my boat.”
That quote has always stayed with me:
It was involuntary.
Nobody gets up in the morning and says, “Today I shall become a hero.” Heroism, rather, is thrust upon them.
That's pretty much what happened to Cooper McGinley Townsend at the battle of Quatre Bras. Coop had gotten up that morning wanting only to be able to return to his tent in one piece that night. But between the hours of dawn and dusk, without warning, and although he was far from the sea, the fates figuratively sank his boat.
Honors commenced to rain down on our hero, including the presentation of a rather lovely estate, a fat purse and the title of baron to go along with it. Coop, a modest man by nature, was grateful, said thank you very much, and figured that was the end of that.
Except it wasn't. Some “close friend and confidant of the hero” published
Volume One
of a chapbook so stuffed with nonsense and purported feats of Coop's derring-do (most especially with the ladies), that only a fool would give countenance to a word of it. Except that London did believe it, swallowed the nonsense whole and turned Coop's life into a chapbook of its own.
Fame was one thing. Notoriety was a complete other kettle of fish. Coop found himself besieged by giggling young misses and their ambitious parents, all while the words
Volume One
warned of further ridiculousness to come.
What to do, what to do?
Let's find out, shall we?
Happy reading,
A Scandalous Proposal
To Sally Hawkes, a true friend.
PROLOGUE
C
OOPER
T
OWNSEND
STOOD
facing the tall dressing table, looking at his expression in the attached mirror, watching as he saw his usually clear green eyes going dark. He had to control himself, get past his anger, or else he wouldn't be able to think clearly.
He'd also run out of neck clothes, as this was the third he'd managed to mangle since his friend Darby showed up in his dressing room waving a copy of Volume Two of what was becoming known as
The Chronicles of a Hero.
As if the first one hadn't been enough:
The Daring and Amorous Exploits of His Lordship Cooper McGinley Townsend, Compleat with Firsthand Accounts of His Extraordinary Missions Against the Frogs in England's Glorious Victory Over the Devil Bonaparte: Volume One.
Indeed, Volume One had been sufficient to send him off within a fortnight to the supposed safety of his newly acquired estate, where he'd hoped sanity might rule the day (even considering that his mother was in residence).
He'd returned to London only at the behest of his friend Gabriel Sinclair, and that was for only a week, at which point the delivery of a copy of the soon-to-be published Volume Two
had sent him to his estate once more. But this time it was only to pack up the majority of his new wardrobe, fail to talk his mother out of returning with him and head back to the Little Season, where he would find himself a wife. He didn't want a wifeâwho did? Except Gabriel, and contrary to all that was rational, his friend seemed deliriously happy contemplating the loss of his freedom.
A hasty betrothal might not solve all his problems, but it would be a start. The matchmaking mamas were getting much too clever, and at least this way his wife would be of his own choosing, and not the result of waking up one morning with a giggling debutante tucked up beside him in his bed, her mother ready to burst inâwith witnessesâto cry, “You cad! We post the banns yet today!”
Which would seem silly and self-serving to consider...except for the fact that one ambitious damsel had already made it all the way into the bedchamber in his hotel suite before Ames could scoop her up and deposit her back in the lobby, where her infuriated mama grabbed her by the ear and harangued her incompetence, presumably all the way back to her coach.
Yes, he would take himself off the market. Only then would he be able to concentrate on the rest of it.
“Did you read this? I only saw it this morning, so maybe you haven't yet had the pleasure,” Darby Travers, also Viscount Nailbourne when he chose to impress, asked, tearing himself away from the printed page in order to wave the chapbook at him.
“Yes, I've read it. The perpetratorâI won't call him
author
âwas kind enough to send me an early copy when I was in town last week. For God's sake, Darby, put it down.”
“Not quite yet. It's obvious you're going to wrest the fair maiden from a fate worse than death, hero that you are. Just let me read the ending.”
“All right, since it's unfortunately important. Go on. Damn, DarbyâI didn't say for you to read it aloud.”
But the viscount continued in his pleasant baritone, now heavily laden with amused emphasis.
“The most Beauteous and Grateful young lady, her name always to be a mystery, her Cornflower Blue Eyes awash in Diamond-Bright tears, turned to our Modest and Abashed Hero and, quite to his Astonished Surprise, flung her soft round body straight at his chest, so that he was Without Recourse save to Hold Her Close as He could feel the Frantic Beating of her Virgin Heart, the rapid rise and fall of her Perfect Bosoms, as she extolled his Virtues, his immense Bravery and indeed, Overcome by her Emotions, she cried out in Near Ecstasy as she grasped his strong shoulders, claiming the world could safely rest on their Broad Expanse, just as her fate had so lately done, and Never Fear for her honor, that which she then so Earnestly Offered Him.”
“It's even worse than I remember,” Cooper grumbled. “And did the man never hear about the glories of a
period
? You almost ran out of breath there, Darby, unless you were being âovercome by your emotions.'”
“A little of both, I believe. You lucky dog, you.” Darby struggled to turn the last page of the cheaply made chapbook, and frowned.
“Coming soon,
Volume Three: The Further Adventures and Exploits of Baron Cooper McGinley Townsend, Hero, Wherein All Is Revealed as to His Character and Private Nature, Whether Be He Devil or Saint
.”
He looked up at his friend. “That's it? There's nothing more? My God, Coop, and with all the ripping retorts that have come rushing into my head reluctantly pushed to one side, this isn't good. Anyone with a drop of imagination would think you took advantage of her virtue, and Lord knows what the ton lacks in intelligence it more than makes up for in lurid imagination.”
“I'm aware of that, yes, thank you.” Coop stripped off the abused neck cloth and tossed it to Sergeant Major Ames, who had been his aide-de-camp during the final defeat of Bonaparte at Waterloo, and who could now lay claim to being the most burly, most foulmouthed and most sartorially bankrupt valet in all of England.
“Man needs his digits hacked off, that's what he needs,” Ames said, tossing a new neck cloth Coop's way. “And then stuffed up his arse.”
“Oh, I wouldn't go that far, Ames,” Darby drawled as he stepped forward and snatched the fresh linen out of midair. “He's usually bearably adequate, but clearly he's overset at the moment. Here, Coop, let me do it for you, or else we'll be spending the remainder of our lives here in your dressing room.”
Two tall, handsome but very different men were now reflected in the mirror. Coop could have been the angel, with his blond good looks, and Darby the dark-haired devil, somehow made even more attractive with the black satin eye patch covering his left eye.
“Ames meant my anonymous good friend,” Coop pointed out, grinning as he raised his chin and allowed Darby to position the neck cloth around his raised shirt points. “And he was being kind, if not civil. It's quite another part of the scribbler's anatomy Ames truly has designs on, don't you, Ames?”
“First have to find them, my lord, and I doubt the rascal has the least trouble fitting into his breeches, if you take my meaning.”
“Give me that before you choke me,” Coop said, grabbing one end of the linen strip as Darby's bark of laughter blasted in his ear. “I returned to the city for assistance from my friends, and not only is Gabe gone to his estate, but he left you behind, which is less than helpful in any circumstance. I've got enough going upside down in my life as it is, and you have all the makings of a menace.”
“I'd be bereft, did I not choose to take that as a compliment. But please, a menace that can tie the Waterfall with his eyesâpardon me,
eye
âclosed. Very well, make your own mess. We'll even name it. The Hero's Knot. Good choice, Sergeant Major, wouldn't you say, because I think he's fashioned a noose.”
“You're quite the wit, Darby,” Cooper said as Ames helped him into his jacket. “I don't know how you ever stop laughing. You really think this whole thing is hilariously funny, don't you?” he asked as Darby replaced his handkerchief after lifting the black patch over his left eye and dabbing at a nonexistent tear of amusement.
“In most cases, no, I suppose not, but to see the calm, never-ruffled Cooper so flummoxed? Yes, I admit to enjoying myself. Really, is it so very terrible, Sobersides, being cast in the role of a hero? Damsels must be sighing and swooning over their hot chocolate all over Mayfair right now, their tiny pink toes curling in delight. I repeat, you lucky dog.”
Coop and Ames exchanged glances, and the valet retrieved a folded sheet of paper from the desk in the bedchamber Coop occupied at the Pulteney Hotel. “This arrived earlier, shoved under the door just as messages are in all inferior novels. Take it down to the lobby with you, read it and decide for yourself. I'll just say a quick good-morning to my mother and join you there shortly.”
“Am I going to be amused?” Darby asked, sliding the paper inside his jacket. “Never mind, I can see I'm not. And does it explain the neck cloth, and your jolly good humor? I suppose so. Very well, ten minutes, or else I'll be back.”
With Darby out of the room, Coop picked up his silver-backed brushes and concentrated on taming his thick thatch of annoyingly unruly dark blond hair, or
...his Glorious Crown of sun-Kissed locks reminiscent of a Veritable Halo of Goodness even while he ran his long, straight fingers through the Mass as he stepped over the Broken Body of the Wretched Attacker and shyly smiled at the Unknown Damsel he'd Rescued from a Fate Worse Than Death.
Fate worse than
death. Just what Darby had said in jest. It only went to prove anyone could write a chapbookâas long as one didn't bother stretching his imagination beyond the trite and prurient. “Oh, God, now I'm poking sticks at one of my best friends.” Cooper sighed as he put down the brushes and spoke to the air. “âIs it so terrible being cast in the role of a hero?' Darby, my friend, you have no idea.”
Admittedly, at first it hadn't been
that
awful. He'd served his country not once, but twice, donning the colors again after being invalided back to England in 1814 with his friends Darby, Gabriel and Jeremiah Rigby, baronet. He'd gone on to become quite the celebrity after a small yet fierce battle just outside Quatre Bras, just before Wellington's final victory at Waterloo.
The world would never know the full truth of what had transpired that day, which was pointed out to Cooper quite forcefully by His Royal Highness, the Prince Regent himself, before he presented the hero with a small estate, a comfortably heavy purse and the title of baron. It was a magnificent reward...although some might call it a bribe, or even the hint of a threat. In any event, Cooper quickly realized he would be wise, and perhaps safer, to accept it.
But the world didn't know any of that.
Of most interest to the average John Bull and the newspapers had been Cooper's daring rescue of several towheaded tots (the number varied from three to a full dozen, depending on who told the story), who had wandered into the midst of what was soon to be a battlefield. Some versions included a beauteous older cousin who had been
most
grateful for their rescue...but then, there were romantics everywhere, weren't there?
Three or twelve, lovely and anonymous, profoundly grateful blonde beauty or not, on his return to London Cooper found himself more popular than Christmas pudding. In the months since Waterloo he had not been able to take more than a few steps in any direction without someone calling out, “It's himâTownsend! There he is!”
Everyone clapped him on the back. Everyone stood him up for a bottle or two. Everyone treated this son of a genteel but never more than comfortably well-off family as if he was the best of good fellows, and he'd been invited to so many house parties and boxing matches and the like that it would have taken a squadron of heroes to accept all of the invitations.
Still, the whole thing was fairly enjoyable.
But then Volume One was handed out free on the street corners, and everything changed.
Coop remembered waking one morning to have Ames present him with
it.
There he was on the cover of the cheap chapbook, or at least Ames told him the garish print was supposed to represent him. He was pictured as tall and lean, which he was, but with a highly exaggerated shock of unruly blond hair and vividly green eyes that had him peeking into a pier glass to check on the intensity of his own. They were greenâhe'd give the artist thatâbut certainly not
that
green.
The streets were flooded with the damned book that was complete with a notice on its back cover that the next in the series would reveal
The Further Adventures of Our Glorious Baron Returned from the War, Secretly Performing Heroic Acts in England, Champion of the People and Rescuer of Delicate Females in Dire Straits and Needful of His Valiant Assistance.
Now mamas wanted him for their daughters. Fathers wanted him because he was a hero, and wouldn't “M'son-in-law the hero, yes, indeed” sound all the crack in the clubs? Married women wanted him becauseâgood Lord, who knew why married women wanted anything...and sweet young damsels considered Coop the catch of the year.
“And now
this
.
So much for my plan of throwing myself into the Little Season and finding a wife in order to put an end to the nonsense.”
“My lord? I didn't quite catch all of that?”
“Never mind, Ames. I was thinking about that damn note again.”
He had already committed that to memory, as well.
Ten thousand pounds or the next volume will be
Our Hero Falls from Grace as the True Identity of the Supposed Innocents Rescued at Quatre Bras is Revealed, Much to the Shame That Rises to the Highest Reaches of the Crown Itself
.
Yes, my hero, this is blackmail, and I'm quite good at it. Remain in London, Baron Townsend, no more dashing to hide yourself at your estate. I will be in touch.
“Ah, Ames. So much for brilliant ideas, not to mention the size of the cow Prinny will birth if the truth were to become known. We can only hope to God Darby has had his fill of poking fun and is about to offer his help,” he said now, accepting his gloves and curly brimmed beaver from Ames before heading for the stairs leading to the lobby.
“You didn't want to get bracketed, anyway,” his man reminded him.
“True enough, but if I can't find our underendowed bastard of a biographer, we can probably wave goodbye to the estate and you can stop addressing me as âmy lord.' I don't even want to think what my mother would say.”
Ames screwed his face into a grimace. “That could be the worst, my lord, I agree. She says more than enough as it is, don't she?”