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  A Rogue of My Own

  ALSO BY JOHANNA LINDSEY

  No Choice but Seduction

  The Devil Who Tamed Her

  Captive of My Desires

  Marriage Most Scandalous

  A Loving Scoundrel

  A Man to Call My Own

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2009 by Johanna Lindsey

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  Lindsey, Johanna.

  A rogue of my own / by Johanna Lindsey.—1st Pocket Books hardcover ed.

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  PS3562.I5123R64 2009

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-4391-6362-7

  ISBN-10: 1-4391-6362-6

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  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 Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Chapter Thirty-seven

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  Chapter Thirty-nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-one

  Chapter Forty-two

  Chapter Forty-three

  Chapter Forty-four

  Chapter Forty-five

  Chapter Forty-six

  Chapter Forty-seven

  Chapter Forty-eight

  Chapter Forty-nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-one

  Chapter Fifty-two

  Chapter Fifty-three

  Chapter Fifty-four

  Chapter Fifty-five

  A Rogue of My Own

  Chapter One

  BUCKINGHAM PALACE. REBECCA MARSHALL still couldn’t believe she was going to be living there. She’d known for a week, but the reality of it simply hadn’t sunk in. But now here she was.

  Becoming a maid of honor at Queen Victoria’s court was the biggest surprise she’d ever had in all of her eighteen years. Her mother, Lilly, had been hoping for this elite position to be bestowed on her daughter, but Lilly hadn’t told Rebecca that she’d called in a few favors to obtain it. She hadn’t wanted Rebecca to be disappointed if it didn’t come to pass.

  Rebecca wouldn’t have been disappointed. She’d never even considered being a maid of honor at the royal court. But she knew that it was something her mother had aspired to. Lilly often spoke of her lost chance to be a maid of honor, or even a lady of the bedchamber once she’d become a married woman. Her family had been staunch Tories like her husband. And with the Whigs in power, controlling all of the court appointments, Lilly had been unable to achieve her fondest wish and had finally given it up. After all, the Whig political party had retained power for a long time.

  But now the Tories, more recently called Conservatives, were finally back in office, with Sir Robert Peel as the new prime minister. Out with the old, in with the new, as it were. With new appointments being made, Lilly had quickly petitioned party officials for an appointment for Rebecca. There was no guarantee that Rebecca would receive one as there weren’t many appointments to be had. But the letter had arrived last week. And like an excitable young girl, Rebecca’s mother had actually shouted for joy after reading it, she had been so thrilled. And her excitement had been contagious.

  The last week had been a whirlwind. Mother and daughter had only just started planning for Rebecca’s come-out in London during the next winter Season, which was still months away. They were still in the early stages of having her new wardrobe designed, with nothing created yet! So many extra seamstresses had to be hired, and decisions had to be made quickly. There were trips back and forth to the nearby town of Norford, sometimes two or three trips a day. And underlying it all was the excitement and Lilly’s nonstop chatter about this being the most golden opportunity of Rebecca’s life.

  It was also going to be the biggest change in Rebecca’s life since her father’s passing. The Earl of Ryne had died when she was only eight. Lilly had never entertained the idea of remarrying. The earl’s title had gone to a male relative of his, but the manor near Norford where Rebecca had grown up wasn’t entailed. She’d spent her whole life there, hadn’t even gone off for her schooling as had some of her closer friends. Lilly hadn’t been willing to part with her, so she had arranged for Rebecca to have the best teachers right there at home.

  Rebecca had loved that arrangement. It allowed her and her mother to spend a lot of time together. Both adept horsewomen, they rode nearly every day when the weather was good. Rebecca was going to miss that. With both of them having so many friends in Norford, there was always someone stopping by to visit, or some social gathering to attend. Rebecca was going to miss that, too. But they wouldn’t be so far apart. Norford was only a few hours’ ride north of London. However, Lilly was determined to give Rebecca some time to get settled in and used to her position, before she visited. She didn’t want to appear to be an overprotective mother, even if she was!

  Actually, this appointment to the queen’s court would be the second golden opportunity for Rebecca that mother and daughter had extensively discussed. The first had arisen five years ago when they were in complete agreement on their first choice for Rebecca’s future husband. No need for a Seasonal launch if she could catch his eye, and he was a neighbor, too, Raphael Locke, the Duke of Norford’s heir. So convenient! But the esteemed fellow had up and married someone else before Rebecca was old enough to put herself forward, and that had ended that.

  Such a shame. She had been looking forward to being a part of that interesting family. Preston Locke, the duke, had five sisters, all married and living elsewhere now, but they often returned to Norford for visits. Lilly had told stories about the days when most of those ladies had still lived at home and how the Lockes had quite dominated t
he local society, and in fact some of the grander parties Rebecca had attended had been at Norford Hall when she was a child. She had almost got closer to that family when she became friends with the youngest daughter of the house, Amanda Locke. It was too bad they had lost touch with each other after Amanda was sent off to private school.

  The duke hadn’t entertained much after that because it was only him and his elderly mother in that big house. His wife had died years ago, and while every available lady in the neighborhood had probably tried to catch his eye over the years, he remained a widower. But Ophelia Locke did the entertaining there now, the woman who had captured Raphael’s heart before Rebecca could!

  Two lost opportunities in that illustrious family, a best friend and a husband. But this new opportunity was upon her. A maid of honor at Queen Victoria’s court! Rebecca knew all the benefits. Holding the position was comparable to attending the most elite finishing school in the world. She’d be meeting the most important people in England and royalty from across the Continent. There was no reason to wait for a Season if you were part of a court with a queen who loved to entertain. If Rebecca was lucky, the queen might even have a hand in picking her future husband. Anything was possible.

  Miraculously, Rebecca’s wardrobe was finished in time for her departure for London and was much grander than it would have been for a mere Season. Lilly had spared no expense. And she accompanied Rebecca and her maid, Flora, to London.

  It wasn’t the first time Rebecca was seeing London. There had been a few shopping excursions over the years, a horse race Lilly just had to attend since the sire of her mare was racing that day, the wedding of an old friend Lilly had been invited to, and, of course, Rebecca had joined her on all of those trips. But this was the first time she was seeing Buckingham Palace. There had been no reason to visit it before when no monarchs had made it their home until now.

  Alighting from the coach with her mother and Flora, Rebecca stood there in awe of the grand structure that she would be living in for months, possibly years. It was so much bigger than she had imagined! Even the marble arch of the ceremonial entrance was stories high! Palace guards were marching nearby in their brightly colored uniforms. Other people passed under the huge arch that Rebecca would be walking through.

  Her feet wouldn’t move. Nervousness nearly overwhelmed her. She already knew Lilly wasn’t going to escort her inside, but she wasn’t ready to say good-bye! She’d never had to say good-bye to her mother before, not like this.

  Lilly took her hand and squeezed it. She understood. In that simple gesture, she gave Rebecca courage.

  “Your father would have been so proud, had he lived to see this.”

  Rebecca glanced at her mother. It was a poignant moment. Lilly was so happy for her daughter, and yet she was no doubt recalling her own missed opportunities. It was in her expression, close to tears yet smiling.

  “You two aren’t going to cry, are you?” Flora asked in a complaining tone.

  Lilly laughed. Rebecca managed a grin. Flora was good at relieving tension with her candor.

  Unfortunately, Flora wouldn’t be living in the palace with Rebecca. She would only stay long enough today to get Rebecca settled in. They both knew that Rebecca wasn’t going to get a room to herself. There simply weren’t enough rooms for all the members of the court, let alone for their servants. So Lilly had rented a flat for Flora nearby so she could come to the palace each day to maintain Rebecca’s wardrobe and perform her usual duties.

  Lilly had been entertaining the idea of buying a town house in London for Rebecca’s first Season. But now that Rebecca’s “Season” had begun under a completely different set of circumstances, Lilly was more hesitant about the idea. While some of the ladies at court owned homes in London where they spent their nights instead of sharing a room at the crowded palace, Lilly wanted Rebecca to experience every aspect of court, and the surest way to do that was to live there. If the Marshalls had a town house, Rebecca might be tempted to go home to it each night.

  Lilly gathered Rebecca into her arms for a long hug. “I’ll see you in a few weeks, darling. At least I will try to stay away that long.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “Yes, I do,” Lilly cut in. “This is your time, not mine. You’re going to enjoy every minute of it. But you must write me every day. I want to hear about everything.”

  “I will.”

  “But most of all, Becky, enjoy yourself. Wonderful things are going to happen for you. I just know it.”

  Rebecca really wished she had more of her mother’s enthusiasm, but her own excitement had waned now that their separation was imminent. This was her mother’s dream. She wished Lilly could have had it instead of her.

  But for Lilly’s sake, she put on a bright smile, gave her mother one last hug, and hurried inside the palace.

  Chapter Two

  D’YOU THINK WE’LL EVER get there?” Flora whispered to Rebecca with a grin as they followed a liveried servant who was dressed more grandly than some noblemen down an incredibly long corridor.

  The maid was joking, but the footman leading the way heard her and glanced back to reply, “Lady Rebecca’s room is just around the next corner. It’s actually closer to the main rooms than the accommodations some of the other ladies have been given. The queen remembered meeting the Earl of Ryne when she was a child and suggested the room herself. A good start for you, m’lady.”

  Flora beamed. Rebecca blushed. A footman shouldn’t know things like that. Then again, this was the palace! The servants here probably knew more about the courtiers’ private lives than anyone else did. Hadn’t her mother warned her not to snub any of them?

  “I never snub servants,” Rebecca had reminded her mother.

  “I know you don’t, m’dear, this just wouldn’t be a good time to start.”

  Just one of many silly things Lilly had said in the last week, due to her exhaustion in getting Rebecca ready for her new life at the palace. However, after a good night’s sleep her mother had brought up the subject again.

  “If the servants take a liking to you, they can be extremely helpful. Remember, working at the palace is their livelihood. Some of them may even deal in one sort of intrigue or another, just to keep above the rest. But the point is, they will have information that you will find useful, and if they like you, they won’t mind sharing it.”

  With her mother’s advice in mind, Rebecca smiled at the footman and said, “Thank you…?”

  “John Keets, m’lady.”

  “Thank you, John. It’s good to know my father is well remembered.”

  He nodded. He was a personable fellow with sandy-brown hair, tall, young, his expression completely stoic until he spoke, when it became much more friendly. Flora was actually giving him an admiring glance. But then Flora cast admiring glances at most men. As she was a pretty young woman with black hair and brown eyes, she usually got more than her share of glances back.

  The maid had worked for the Marshalls for the last six years. She was only a few years older than Rebecca, but she’d been taught by her own mother, who had also been a ladies’ maid, how to excel in that profession, and the Marshall ladies had never had their coiffures done up so superbly prior to Flora’s arrival.

  John noticed Flora’s glance and, in his own way, returned the compliment with one of his own. But they had finally reached the end of the corridor, a T. He turned right and opened the first door they came to.

  “Your trunks will be delivered shortly,” John said, ushering them into the small room. “And removed, as soon as they are unpacked. You will be sharing the room with Elizabeth Marly. Unfortunately, the queen isn’t aware yet that Lady Elizabeth can be something of an instigator. You might not want to become too friendly with her.”

  He said no more. He’d said so much! What the devil did “something of an instigator” mean?

  Flora must have been having the same thought because as soon as the door closed behind John, she said, “That sou
nds ominous.”

  It did, but Rebecca wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. “It could mean she just starts things, they don’t have to be bad things, maybe just things inappropriate for the palace?” At Flora’s doubting look, she added, “Well, I can better judge once I meet her, and I’ll have no choice about that, since we’re sharing this room.”

  Flora snorted. “This room is much smaller than I imagined it would be. Why, it’s barely the size of your dressing room at home!”

  Rebecca grinned at the disdain that had crept into Flora’s tone. Actually, the room was much bigger than her dressing room, just much smaller than her bedroom at home.

  “I don’t think we’re meant to spend much time here. It’s just a place to sleep and change clothes,” Rebecca replied.

  “And you’ll be bumping elbows doing that.”

  That was true enough. There wasn’t much clear floor space. A double bed that looked more like a wide cot, with two narrow bed tables on each side of it that held the only two lamps in the room, took up most of the space. There was no fireplace, only a brazier that probably wouldn’t be needed for another month. A small tub was located behind a screen in one corner, along with a commode stand with a pitcher of water and several towels. There was a tiny, round table that might hold a tray of food, but only one narrow chair, and a single vanity table. The room’s most prominent features, however, were the wardrobes, which lined two and a half walls! They even blocked the windows, which let in only a smidgen of light around the edges of the wardrobes on that wall.