Kathryn Caskie - How To Seduce A Duke

The first book in the Royle Sisters series, 2006

Berkeley Square, London

May 1814

In the blue veil of night, three human statues stood clustered behind a prickly screen of holly bushes, their voices carefully held to mere whispers.

Hes just there. Mary, the eldest of the Royle sisters, poked her white, heavily powdered index finger through a gap in the branches. Do you see him? Hes the blond gentleman before the fountain. Is he not exquisite?

I cannot see anything other than the back of your head. Her younger sister Anne did not find tonights adventure nearly as diverting as Mary did. Since the moment theyd left their great-aunt Prudences house, shed done nothing but complain about the nonsensical nature of their invasion of the garden rout next door.

But standing hidden along the hedge was perfectly logical to Marys way of thinking. They werent invited to the rout this evebut he was.

What else was she supposed to do? Sit in her bedchamber while he was walking through the gardens only yards away? No, she was not about to miss an opportunity like this.

Until this night, Mary had only seen the viscount five times in passing. And though she was an excellent judge of character-everyone said so-she had had to concede that she needed more time to gather a better sense of himto be sure. For she was nothing if not decisive. And once she made a decision, she never changed her mind. Ever.

Being able to watch him from the holly bushes, undetected as she was, would allow her to confirm her initial opinion of him, even though in her heart she already knew her perception was correct. He was exactly as he appeared-positively perfect.

Anne huffed and tugged hard on Marys shoulder to move her out of the way.

Snapping her head around, Mary grimaced at her sister. It had taken her a full two hours to achieve the correct marbled effect. You neednt be so impatient. I shall step aside if youll lift your hand carefully.

Obliging her, Anne raised each finger in turn, then lifted her damp palm from Marys powdered skin.

Mary twisted to peer at the damage to her white finish. I knew it! Youve smudged the powder. Your fingers have left prints all over me.

Will both of you please lower your shrieks? Elizabeth, the youngest of the triplets by almost ten minutes, according to their father, blinked her powdered white lashes angrily. What if were caught? Our family will be ruined. Am I alone in considering this?

Its dark, Lizzie. No one can see us here. As she stood, Anne tripped on the hem of her Grecian gown, sending a puff of white powder into the air.

Anne is right. Mary edged around the thick bush. But we cant see or hear whats going on either. I daresay we have to move closer. She turned and signaled for her sisters.

It was then that she saw Anne and Elizabeth exchange loaded glances. Oh no. They werent backing out now. They were going through with this. They were. After all, theyd promised her. Do not even consider leaving. This was the plan, or have you forgotten? We dress in white and powder ourselves, then invade the rout, posing as garden statuary.

Elizabeth huffed at that. And as I said at the house, your scheme is madness. Though I have to admit, in the moonlight, our marbling looks flawless. The effect is really quite amazing.

Anne flinched as she gazed down at her gleaming white arm. What else is in this powder anyway? I feel as though ants are crawling all over me. Lud, Mary, I dont know how you convinced us to do this. And why-because youre smitten with some dashing soldier? I agree with Lizzie, this is madness.

There is an ocean of difference between a simple soldier and a war hero. Did I mention that a viscountcy was newly bestowed on him, by the Regent himself? It was a grand reward for his valor in battle. Movement caught Marys notice. Blast, hes leaving. Come along, we have to catch him up. Hes probably headed for the lawn.

Elizabeth shook her head vehemently. The only place I am headed is back over the wall, and into a bath to wash this coating of white powder from my person. She came to her feet, then lent Anne a hand to help her stand.

Please. Not until youve at least seen him. I am going to marry him, you know. Mary finished her sentence with a firm single nod.

So youve said. Anne brushed the crumpled, dried holly leaves from the knees of her snowy gown. But you dont need to marry the man just to secure your future. Weve got the entire seasonand more to find the proof we need.

Mary huffed at that. I am not about to bank my life on such a slim possibility. I am being realistic about our prospects-and so should you. She watched the viscount lift a glass to his mouth, saw the crystal sparkle in the moonlight, and a sigh fell from her lips. Beginning with that gentlemanthat beautiful gentleman.

Oh, very well, show me. Anne stood on the toes of her slippers and peered over the top of the hedge. Which one is he?

Mary looked closer and saw that there were two men now. But while her viscount-because indeed she already thought of him that way: her viscount-had golden hair, the other mans hair was as dark as jet, and he stood at least a head taller.

Well, certainly not that hulking giant. My tastes are much more refined. Mary trotted a few steps along the hedgerow and beckoned for her sisters to follow, which they reluctantly did.

She paused only twenty paces from the two gentlemen. There. The one with the cane, she whispered when her sisters drew alongside of her as she peered over the holly. What did I tell you? Such fine, aristocratic features. Shows good breeding.

Oh, good heavens! Mary- Elizabeth sputtered, and her eyes rounded.

But Mary was too preoccupied with admiring the viscount to pay her nervous sister much mind. Such grace in his gestures-oh, and, not that it matters, but hes got plump pockets too-ten thousand per annum.

Mary! This time it was Anne. Hes heard us. Heshes coming this way-the large gentleman.

Never mind her, Anne, Elizabeth whispered, just run.

From the corner of her eye, Mary saw Elizabeth dart off into the darkness, with Anne right behind her, clumsily stumbling over vines and fallen branches as she ran.

Mary whirled around and looked back toward the two men.

Oh, no. Now there was only one. And indeed, a huge, dark, shadowy figure was pushing through a break in the hedge and heading toward her.

There was no time to run.

Lord above, no time to hide.

So, being a piece of slightly smudged garden statuary, she turned her back to the hedge, then simply folded her hands before her and tried her best to appear a slab of elegantly carved marble.

No sooner had she closed her eyes than she heard his footfalls nearby, and in the next moment, Mary knew he was standing right before her.

Do not move. Do not breathe.

She heard him exhale a quick, deep chuckle.

Damned odd place for a statue, he muttered to himself. Quinn, theres a statue behind the hedge, he called out. Have you seen it? Quite lovely, actually. You should examine its profile. Extraordinary detail. Very realistic.

She heard the viscounts smooth voice coming from a distance. Havent. Must be one of Lord Underwoods recent acquisitions.

No, this statue does not haveumthe patina of antiquity. Come here and have a look for yourself.