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  A Season for Scandal

  Golden Angel

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  Cover designed by Eris Adderly

  Edited by Personal Touch Editing

  Copyright © 2021 by Golden Angel

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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Titles by Golden Angel

  Prologue

  Josie

  “You need to be careful. Elijah is watching you.” Evie’s expression was serious, but Josie waved her off. The past few years, Josie had spent far more time around Evie’s cousins than she had.

  Their households were neighbors in the country, and Evie’s eldest cousin, Elijah, had been the bane of her existence growing up. Even more so once Evie had joined her uncle’s household and become her friend. Almost ten years older than her and Evie, he was a veritable stuffed-shirt and had spent his life disapproving of Josie’s ‘wild ways.’ He was also almost insufferably handsome, but Josie far preferred the middle Stuart brother, Joseph. She had been in love with him ever since she was old enough to know what love was.

  “Elijah is so wrapped up in himself, he only notices I exist when I annoy him.” Though, to be fair, she did manage to do that on a fairly frequent basis. He’d never had much patience for Josie when she was a child and had even less now that she was a young woman and a debutante. “He thinks I am a ninny without a thought in my head for anything other than fashion and gossip.” A perception she encouraged. She did enjoy both past times, but enjoying them did not make her a ninny.

  Evie slanted her a look, the flash in her dark eyes the only sign of her annoyance. Even when she was dressed as a maid rather than a lady, she managed to intimidate with a mere look. Out of their steadfast group of four best friends, Josie and Evie clashed the most often, both strong-willed young ladies, but they also loved each other fiercely. When they were in agreement, their other two friends, Mary and Lily, almost always fell into line, but when they were not, the arguments could be spectacular.

  As they’d grown older, both of them had learned to compromise more often, which had mellowed their relationship considerably.

  Shaking her head, Evie sighed.

  “He knows we have been trying to find the traitor—” Evie’s voice cut off, and they fell silent as footsteps approached the nook in the bookstore where they had met. Since their friend Mary had been kidnapped, uncovering one traitor to the Crown but not the mastermind behind a plot to assassinate the Duke of York, they had not been able to meet in Hyde Park as they once had.

  Elijah was the eldest son of England’s spymaster and a stodgy bore about proprieties. Like his father, he did not think spying to be an appropriate enterprise for a lady, which was why Evie was in hiding from them. She was determined to prove them wrong and had enlisted Josie and their friends Mary and Lily to help her after the attempted assassination of the Duke of York.

  London was rife with intrigue at the best of times, but this Season was proving to be especially fraught. With a delegation from France and another from Russia, as well as turncoats among the ton, it felt as though a dark force was gathering. Josie shivered. She rarely feared anything, but when Mary had been kidnapped a week ago, she had known true terror for the first time in her life. What had seemed like a lark was no longer so exciting. Thankfully, Evie had been able to rescue Mary, but it had been a stark reminder of the stakes at hand.

  Fear tingled up her spine as she and Evie waited for the footsteps to fade away. Whoever was walking through the store was moving on their way. Josie let out a sigh of relief, waving her hand in front of her face. The weather was becoming quite warm as the Season drew to a close. Soon, the ton would be vacating London and heading to their estates and house parties for the summer. Surely, that would mean an end to the danger… she hoped.

  “You are the one he sees the most,” Evie finished in a whisper, her eyes still alert, head tilted as though she was listening for any sign of nearby movement.

  “Because you told me to watch him, your uncle, and other cousins.” A task that had not been a hardship at first. Not until recently, when Joseph began courting Miss Priscilla Bliss. The ballrooms of London were already buzzing with anticipation of an engagement announcement.

  The very thought made Josie’s stomach twist with jealousy and anger.

  She continued to visit Stuart House regularly, using their neighboring estates in Derbyshire and the long friendship between their families as her excuse. They were used to her presence in the Stuart Household. Even though, following her rescue, Mary had revealed how much the other ladies had been involved in looking for the traitor to Evie’s uncle, he did not look askance at Josie’s visits. She had been very careful not to be caught eavesdropping, not that she had learned much of interest. Lord Camden and Elijah spent most of their time worrying over Evie’s disappearance.

  As far as Josie could tell, Joseph and Adam, the youngest, were not involved in the ‘family business’ and did not know Evie was not traveling as she was supposed to be. Elijah, on the other hand, seemed poised to eventually become his father’s successor.

  “Considering how little you have learned from them, maybe we should focus your efforts in other directions,” Evie said thoughtfully, her eye unfocused as she thought.

  Emotions assailed Josie. Self-recrimination—she didn’t like feeling as though she had failed at a task. Relief, she would no longer have to listen to Joseph wax eloquent about the insipid Miss Bliss’ ‘charms.’ Unhappiness, she would no longer have a good excuse to torment herself with Joseph’s company. A bit of indignation, Evie felt she had not learned much, despite the truth to the statement.

  It was hardly her fault that Evie’s uncle and cousin were so distraught over her disappearance, they hardly spoke of anything else when Josie was around.

  “I need to go, but I will think about this.” Evie reached out and hugged Josie tight, washing away Josie’s indignation. After all, Evie had not had to ask for Josie’s help. Despite what had happened to Mary, Josie was very grateful for something to focus on this season other than making a match for marriage—especially as her chosen groom was mooning over someone else. If Evie wanted her to change her focus, then she would.

  “Be careful,” Josie whispered. Evie was working as a servant in the Greywood household, but Josie was sure she was doing far more dangerous forays in whatever free time she
had. Lady Greywood was a fairly lenient employer, which was why Evie had chosen her. The drab clothing she wore did not entirely hide her stunning beauty, though Evie had done something with soot and cream to make her appearance less appealing.

  “Of course.”

  Evie’s confident tone didn’t mitigate Josie’s concerns. Sighing, she watched her friend scurry off, her posture changing from that of a confident lady to a meek and mild servant girl. Josie slowly counted to twenty in her head. Only then did she meander her way through the little corner of the bookshop, fetching her maid from the front, before making her way out to the street.

  Elijah

  A servant girl exited the shop, head down and hurrying along the street. She kept her gaze on the large stack of books in her arms as if she was afraid of dropping them. Likely she had a bookish master to please. He moved his attention back to the door of the shop.

  “Josie has been in there for far too long.” Bloody hell. He knew he should have followed her in.

  “How long is too long in a bookshop?” his brother Joseph asked, amused.

  “She’s a debutante, not a scholar,” Mitchell sneered. It took all of Elijah’s willpower not to snap at the man. He did not like Julian Mitchell—as far as he could tell, there were very few people who did. Secretary to a powerful lord, he’d abused his position more than once, forcing his attentions on maids and other members of the lower class. Working with him was almost an insult. But the man was very good at information gathering and had made himself a valuable resource to Elijah’s father.

  Josie might be a debutante, but she was far smarter than Mitchell was giving her credit for. However, she really was not the type to frequent bookshops for long periods of time. She read the little romances currently all the rage, none of which took very long to find.

  They had been walking down the street when Elijah saw her duck into the bookshop after a furtive glance over her shoulder. Instinct had made him stop and command the other two to wait with him to see what Josie was up to. Of all the adjectives he might use to describe Josie, ‘furtive’ was not one of them.

  She was always brazen, flashy even, not only used to being the center of attention but demanding it, which always set him on edge. As a friend of his cousin and the daughter of his neighbor, he had always been protective, as he had of Evie’s circle of friends. It was Evie and Josie who gave him the most fits, though. Both were fearless and often got themselves into scrapes that Lily and Mary had been wise enough to stay out of.

  He was still shocked Evie had managed to recruit the quieter two to her cause, but at least Mary should be well under the thumb of her new husband now. Rex—the moniker he used among his friends rather than his title—was not the type to brook any nonsense. After the scare he had when she was kidnapped, Elijah did not think Rex would tolerate her playing at being a spy. Lily was the least likely out of the four to get into trouble, but Josie… well, for all that she was playing the socialite, she was the most likely cause of trouble. He couldn’t find Evie, so he was paying especially close attention to Josie.

  When she appeared in the doorway of the shop, he tensed. She glanced around the street, looking every inch the debutante in a delicate muslin dress, the cornflower blue color matching her eyes, her blonde curls tucked under her bonnet. Despite how pretty the dress was, he could not remember her ever looking so demure, which roused his suspicions even more. She was unaccompanied except for her maid, but she did not have a single book in hand. So, what had she been doing for so long in there?

  “Joseph, catch up with her. She is most likely to talk to you.” The chit was head over heels for his little brother, which grated on Elijah as Joseph moved closer and closer to proposing to Miss Bliss, but he was not beyond using it. Despite Josie’s exceptional beauty and wit, he did not think she would be able to sway Joseph’s affections—still, it irritated him to watch her try.

  While Elijah would have liked to question her, the two of them never got on well. She thought he was too bossy, and he thought she was too rebellious. Besides, he wanted to see if whoever she was meeting was still in the shop… or perhaps she had been passing notes?

  Sighing, Joseph trotted off down the street after Josie.

  “Do you think he will be able to better question her?” Mitchell asked, watching Joseph go, a hint of confusion in his voice.

  “Josie has been in love with him since forever, even though he refuses to see it.” Elijah jerked his attention away from Josie’s gently swaying skirts and waved his hand at Mitchell to follow him across the street to the bookshop. “Whereas, she has never been fond of me. She will answer him far more readily. Come on. I want to find out what she was doing in there.”

  Mitchell snorted but came along without protest, even though he had stated his opinion of the young ladies many times. He thought they were not worth bothering with, even though they were poking their noses into dangerous places—a trio of debutantes could hardly learn anything of value. However, he did not know them, and he certainly knew nothing about Evie.

  Though Elijah was inclined to agree with him in general when it came to Evie. He had learned long ago his cousin would not be the usual ‘young lady’ of the ton.

  An hour later, Elijah had no more information than when he started. The bookseller said she had stayed in the back of the store, even pointed out the aisle she had gone down, but there was nothing and no one there other than the bookseller himself. He vowed he had not said more than two words to the young lady, and her maid had sat at the front the entire time.

  The only other person who had been in the store had been a servant girl… The very same one he had seen leaving the shop and summarily dismissed as unimportant.

  No… surely not.

  Cursing himself under his breath, Elijah stalked away from the store, Mitchell hurrying after him.

  Evie. It had to be Evie. Josie had been meeting with her, and he had let them get away. He needed to catch up to Joseph and find out what his brother had been able to learn.

  Chapter 1

  Josie

  Staring down at the note in her hand, Josie did her best not to gasp. An unknown man had just delivered it. He had done no more than flash a smile when he handed her the note, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving her bewildered—even more so when she opened the note and read it. Her heart was now pounding so rapidly inside her chest, she thought it might burst.

  Dearest Josie,

  I have made a terrible mistake. Please come meet me in the garden immediately. I need your help.

  Yours,

  Joseph Stuart

  Exactly what the mistake was, was unclear. Had Joseph finally come to his senses and realized his rumored upcoming engagement to Miss Priscilla Bliss was a horrible decision? He had been dancing attendance on the young woman for weeks now, completely enamored to all appearances.

  Josie chewed on her lower lip. So far, her first season in London had been painful, watching the man she had loved for the past five years fall in love with someone else. What if he was not truly in love with Miss Bliss?

  What if he had finally realized he should not be marrying her but did not know how to gracefully step back?

  Yours.

  He had signed it Yours.

  Did that possibly indicate Joseph finally returned her affections? At the very least, he had never signed a note in such a manner that she knew of, and she had grown up next door to him.

  “Miss Pennyworth? Is it bad news?” Baron Stillwell’s concerned voice penetrated Josie’s racing thoughts.

  She looked up at him with a brilliant smile, which she then bestowed on the rest of her circle of suitors. There were quite a few of them. She had been collecting them all Season, but unfortunately, not one of them had managed to distract her steadfast heart from the young man who had stolen her heart without even realizing it.

  “No, no, but please excuse me. I must find my mother.” The resulting sighs of resigned dissatisfaction were gratifying. Though she did no
t particularly want to marry any of them—much to her mother’s frustration—Josie did appreciate their devotion. She was quite a catch—declared a Diamond of the First Water and an Original in her first Season, an ample dowry, granddaughter of a Marquess, and one of the best friends of the newly married Marchioness of Hartford.

  Cynically, she knew it was her social connections more than her personality that drew her suitors, but they seemed to appreciate her quick wit and sunny nature. At least she had a personality, which was more than Miss Bliss could claim. Everyone agreed she was sweet but dull—everyone except Joseph.

  Grinding her teeth as she made her way through the crush of people, fingers still clutched around the note, she looked for her friends, Mary or Lily, hoping one or both would be available to come with her. Unfortunately, she did not see Mary, or more to the point, Mary’s very tall husband anywhere. As petite as Mary was, she would be impossible to find in such a crowd. Lily was marginally easier, as she and Josie were both a touch above average height for women, but Josie did not see her, either.

  Well, blast.

  She could not ignore the note. Joseph needed her to save him from a life of boredom with Miss Bliss.

  Settling a demure smile on her face, she moved toward the doors to the gardens. Going out there alone was unwise for a debutante, but she doubted she would be long, and Joseph would be able to vouch for her.