Seductive Scoundrels Series Books 1-3: A Regency Romance by Collette Cameron & Seductive Scoundrels

Author:Collette Cameron & Seductive Scoundrels [Cameron, Collette & Scoundrels, Seductive]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Seductive Scoundrels
Publisher: Blue Rose Romance®
Published: 2019-02-25T18:00:00+00:00

Why had Victor sought an audience with Papa?

Fighting back stinging tears for the umpteenth time since last night, Theadosia marched through the Fielding’s apple and pear orchard, her basket rhythmically thumping against her hip as she trudged along. She refused to succumb to the moisture prickling behind her eyelids. She wasn’t a blasted watering pot.

When Jessica had rushed into the garden and told her Victor had called, asking to speak to their father, Theadosia’s heart had dared accelerate in hope. For what, she wasn’t certain, but Victor had seen her desperation last night.

He’d given the slightest nod when she’d mouthed, “Help me.”

It was much too brazen of her. She’d no right to ask it of him, but from the moment he’d re-entered her life, she’d trusted him more than any other person. Although they’d only spent a few days together, she believed he would aid her.

Then, first thing this morning, he appeared at the parsonage door. Surely that must mean he’d found a way out of her horrible dilemma.

She could not—would not—marry Mr. Leadford.

How could Papa expect such a thing?

If she refused, would he disown her as he had Althea?

Her situation wasn’t the same at all. Her sister had eloped with a man she adored, but Theadosia was being forced to marry a sod she loathed. Nonetheless, her father expected blind obedience from his daughters, especially after Althea’s betrayal.

He might very well chastise Mama for allowing Theadosia to leave the house on this errand. When she’d swooned last night—a first for her—he’d been livid that she’d humiliated him thusly. Oh, he hadn’t permitted the duke and duchess to see his ire, but the instant they’d settled into the carriage, he’d threatened to lock her in her room until the wedding.

Mama, angrier than Theadosia had ever seen her, had called him an unreasonable tyrant and presented him the back of her head. This morning, she still wasn’t speaking to him.

That was also a first.

Mama must’ve known Theadosia needed to escape the house, especially after she’d seen Victor sitting in Papa’s study. Her mother had defied Papa and sent Theadosia to deliver a cold meal to the Fieldings. Plump, cheerful, and obviously adored by her equally jolly and rotund husband, Mrs. Fielding had delivered her fifth child yesterday.

Theadosia loved children, especially babies, but she’d rather become a dried up, shriveled prune-of-a-spinster than allow Mr. Leadford to bed her.

A forceful shudder rippled down her spine at the disgusting notion, and she hunched deeper into her spencer.

She’d brought a shawl today as well, but in her haste to leave the parish, had forgotten her bonnet. This summer was proving to be one of the coolest she could ever remember. However, revulsion rather than the disagreeable weather caused the chill juddering her spine.

Drawing in a deep breath, she ordered her careening thoughts to order. Responding like a ninny wasn’t going to help the situation.

A plan. That was what she needed. A logical plan.

And she needed one speedily.

On the ride home last evening, her father had declared he intended to read the banns for the first time this Sunday.

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