Praise for the incomparable Rosemary Rogers
“A passion-filled, globe-spanning affair…”
—Publishers Weekly on Scoundrel’s Honor
“[A] perfect beach book.”
—Publishers Weekly on Bound by Love
“Sizzling sensuality, seduction and danger…
come together with a powerful, skillfully told
love story…vintage Rosemary Rogers.”
—RT Book Reviews on Scandalous Deception
“From the high roads of England to the French
countryside, this is a classic sexy, adventure romance…
Rogers continues to play on the timeless themes of the
genre, providing a wonderful, albeit nostalgic, read.
You can go home again.”
—RT Book Reviews on A Daring Passion
“The queen of historical romance.”
—New York Times Book Review
“Rogers’ legion of readers will be delighted to find that
her latest historical romance features the same brand of
arrogant, bold, and sexy hero; stubborn, beautiful, and
unconventional heroine; and passionate plot that first
made this genre wildly popular in the early 1980s.”
—Booklist on Sapphire
“Her novels are filled with adventure, excitement,
and always wildly tempestuous romance.”
—Fort Worth Star-Telegram
Bride for a Night
Rosemary Rogers
To my family, my loyal readers.
Thank you for always being there!
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
SLOANE SQUARE WAS not the finest neighborhood in London, but it was respectable and comfortably situated next to the more fashionable areas. As a rule it was occupied by members of the ton who clung to the fringes of society, or those who preferred to avoid the bustle that spilled throughout Mayfair.
And then there was Mr. Silas Dobson.
Claiming the largest mansion on a corner lot, Mr. Dobson was what was delicately known as an “upstart.” Or for those less kindly disposed, as an ill-bred mushroom who reeked of the shop despite his fortune.
He might eventually have been forgiven for his unwelcome intrusion among his betters had Silas been willing to fade quietly into the background and accept that he would always be inferior to those born into the aristocracy.
Silas, however, was not the sort of man to fade into any background.
As large as an ox, with a barrel chest and meaty face that was ruddy from the sun, he was as loud and crass as any of the hundreds of men who worked in his numerous warehouses spread throughout the city. Even worse, he made no apology for the fact he had crawled out of the gutters to make his fortune in trade. The youngest of twelve children, he had started as a dockhand before beginning to invest in high-risk cargos and eventually purchasing a number of properties that were rented out at an exorbitant fee to various shipping companies.
He was a bully without manners who had managed to insult nearly every resident in Sloane Square at least a dozen times over the past ten years.
And while he wasn’t stupid enough to believe he could ever pass as a gentleman, he was willing to use his obscene wealth to foist his only child onto society.
An impudence that did nothing to endear him to members of the ton.
Of course, their ruffled feathers were somewhat eased by the knowledge that, for all of Dobson’s wealth and bluster, he couldn’t make his tiny dab of a daughter a success.
Oh, she was pretty enough with large emerald eyes set in a perfect oval face with a delicate nose and full, rose-kissed lips. But there was something quite…earthy in her gypsy curves and unruly raven curls.
It was, however, her awkward lack of charm that ensured that she would remain a wallflower.
After all, there were always those gentlemen of breeding who were notoriously short of funds. Being a member of nobility was an expensive business, especially if one was a younger sibling without the benefit of large estates to offset the cost of being fashionable.
With a dowry well over a hundred thousand pounds, Talia should have been snatched off the marriage mart her first season, even with a boorish father who promised to be a yoke of embarrassment around the neck of his prospective son-in-law.
But, when a man added in the fact that the female was a dreaded bluestocking who could barely be induced to speak a word in public, let alone dazzle a gentleman with practiced flirtations, it all combined to leave her a source of amused pity, someone who was avoided like the plague.
Society members took pleasure in Talia’s failure. They smugly assured themselves it would be a blow to the odious Mr. Dobson and an example to other encroachers who thought they could buy a place among the aristocracy.
They might not have been so smug had they known Silas Dobson as well as his daughter did.
The son of a mere butcher did not acquire a small financial empire unless he possessed the unbridled determination to overcome any obstacle. No matter what the sacrifice.
Well aware of Silas Dobson’s ruthless willpower, Talia shuddered at the sound of her father’s bellow as it echoed through the vaulted rooms of the elegant house.
“Talia. Talia, answer me. Damned, where is the child?”
There was the muffled sound of servants rushing to provide the master of the house with the information he desired, and with a sigh Talia set aside the book on China she had been studying and cast a rueful glance about her temporary haven of peace.
Arched windows overlooked the sunken rose garden and a marble fountain that sparkled in the late May sunlight. Heavy