Scandalized by a Scoundrel
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In all his years in the army, Lord Gabriel Winters never once would have described his opponent as beautiful. But when he finds himself staring down the barrel of Miss Amelia Watson’s pistol, it’s the only word that comes to mind. Despite her clear distrust of him—and not to mention his own determination to avoid English women at all costs—Gabriel is more than intrigued by his friend’s bold neighbor.
Amelia has plenty of reasons to distrust strangers, and the broad-shouldered, devilishly handsome viscount deserves no exception. But when he challenges her to lay down her weapon and learn to fight in a new way, she finds herself capitulating. He may be a scoundrel, but he’s also the first person in years to look at her without the blasted pity she hates so much.
Though the lessons start out innocently enough, the heady pull of attraction soon gets in the way. They’re as incompatible as water and gunpowder, so why is she suddenly looking forward to the thought of being . . . Scandalized by a Scoundrel?
***This is a novella of approximately 26,000 words***
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Almost lands on the abused heroine shelf, but too short to really tease things out. I liked this, even if I would have preferred it be a full-length novel.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Loved the author's style. A humorous, lighthearted story.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Not something I would want Christian readers to pick-up. I felt that the storyline went too fast and the characters still could have had some more meat in between the beginning and the end. Leave out the naughty stuff and replace it with more of their dialogue. At least their banter sounded fun.
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Scandalized by a Scoundrel - Erin Knightley
Scandalized by a Scoundrel
An All's Fair in Love Novella
Erin Knightley
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Scandalized by a Scoundrel
Copyright © 2013 by Erin Knightley
Published by Erin Knightley at Smashwords
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without written permission.
Books By Erin Knightley:
The SEALED WITH A KISS Series
More Than a Stranger
A Taste for Scandal
Flirting with Fortune
Miss Mistletoe – A Penguin eSpecial
The PRELUDE TO A KISS Series
The Baron Next Door (June 2014)
The ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE Series (Novellas)
Ruined by a Rake
Scandalized by a Scoundrel
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Excerpt: Flirting with Fortune
Excerpt: A Taste for Scandal
Excerpt: More than a Stranger
About the Author
Dedication
To John Moock, who read my short story in our high school English class and jokingly told me it was only a few hundred pages short of being a great novel. It’s the little things that plant the seeds sometimes :) Also to Nicole C., who never doubted I’d be on the shelves someday. Thanks for all the encouragement along the way!
And for Kirk, although I’m fairly sure I was the one who scandalized you when we first met.
Chapter One
For a man with a pistol pointed at his chest, the trespasser seemed rather disconcertingly unconcerned.
Amelia Watson adjusted her grip on her weapon and repeated her question. What business have you on my father’s lands, sir?
She didn’t waver at all, instead holding steady and true on her target. Her exceptionally broad target. The man’s chest was nearly as wide as his patronizing smile.
If these lands are your father’s, then clearly I have taken a wrong turn.
He tilted his head, his dark gaze raking over her from the lacy bottom of her dainty pink morning gown to the top of her beribboned straw bonnet before landing again on the pistol in her outstretched hand. I must say, you make for a very unique welcoming committee for poor, lost souls who have unwittingly wandered across property lines.
What kind of accent was that, anyway? Yes, he spoke the King’s English, but there was a flavor to it that she didn’t quite recognize. Not Scottish or Irish, but definitely something. His looks gave no hint to what it might be. His eyes were nearly the same color as his hair, both dark and shining in the morning sun. Based on his tanned skin, she’d wager he spent quite a bit of time in the elements.
His light gray wool jacket fit well enough but certainly wasn’t of the best quality. Nor were his boots, which were clean and polished but obviously well-worn. Stubble shadowed his cheeks, as though he’d gone a day or two without the benefit of a razor. Even so, his eyes seemed intelligent, his posture proud. He didn’t look like a man who was looking for trouble, but she couldn’t be sure.
And really, what did a villain look like? According to Papa, half the members of parliament were criminals.
Grateful for the solid weight of the pistol’s brass grip, she lifted her chin. There are poor, lost souls, and there are those up to no good. Speak now as to your purpose here before I make up my own mind and act accordingly.
She was careful to control her breathing, not giving away the fact that her heart was pounding like a runaway horse. It had been since the moment he appeared from the copse of trees lining her favorite path. Perhaps she should have listened to Papa’s warning not to go walking unaccompanied. Although, to be fair, he had issued the same warning, for as long as she could remember, every time she stepped foot outside the house.
The man lifted an eyebrow, everything about him showing a complete lack of worry regarding her and her flintlock. You are aware there is a wedding this week on your neighbor’s estate?
Heat that had nothing to do with the late-summer sun stole up her cheeks. Of course…the wedding. Eleanor had invited her weeks ago, but Amelia hadn’t even thought about the fact that guests were sure to be arriving early.
Although… She narrowed her eyes speculatively at the handsome intruder. Most everyone in the area knew about the coming nuptials, so it was possible he was merely using the event as an excuse. I am indeed aware—as is nearly everyone else in a twenty-five-mile radius. Do you have some sort of proof that you are a guest?
One corner of his mouth quirked up. Of course. Here, let me just fish my engraved invitation from my coat pocket, where I keep it for just such an occasion as this.
He made no move toward his jacket, not that she expected it. He was clearly mocking her.
She glared at him, unamused. Fine, then be off with you. Do not return, sir, or you will find me somewhat less hospitable.
His brows lifted halfway up his forehead. "Less hospitable? Shall I be drawn and quartered then?"
The gun grew increasingly heavy in her hand, but she refused to back down. She didn’t know this man from Adam, and his flippant attitude put her on edge. If you’re lucky.
He chuckled softly and tipped his hat. Very well. I can take a hint. Good day, Miss Watson.
Her eyes widened at the mention of her name. Wait,
she exclaimed, stopping him mid-turn. Dropping the gun to her side, she peered at him with renewed interest. How did you know my name?
One single brow lifted as he tilted his head. I don’t imagine there are many pistol-wielding, beautiful young women in these parts.
He tapped his forehead. Deductive reasoning.
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her hot-cheeked and stunned. A moment later, a slow, reluctant smile came to her lips. Apparently her reputation preceded her. She stuffed the pistol back into the deep pocket at her hip where she always carried it and set off for the house.
It would seem a visit to her neighbor’s estate had just been added to her agenda.
***
"You said she was a pistol, but I don’t recall the warning that she’d be carrying one." Gabriel Winters cocked an eyebrow in his friend’s direction as he joined the man in the modest billiards room occupying the northeastern corner of the manor house’s second floor. Neither one of them were much for billiards, but it was a quiet room where they wouldn’t be bothered.
Setting down his freshly polished foil, Nicolas Norton chuckled. Does it matter? I should think you’d be used to looking down the barrel of a gun by now.
Yes, of course. It was the person holding the gun that gave me pause.
As a soldier, Gabriel was more acquainted with the business end of weapons than most, but this encounter was certainly a first.
Why was that?
Norton asked, stuffing his cleaning supplies back into a small leather satchel. There were servants who could do such jobs, but for as long as Gabriel had known him, Norton had preferred to tend to his own weapons, both for war and sport.
Gabriel rolled his eyes. You’re getting married, man, not going blind. If you’ve laid eyes on the girl, you know full well she’s a dark-haired Botticelli’s Venus in the flesh.
There was no denying her beauty, even if she was a bit of a shrew.
Nick snorted. I certainly hope there were more clothes involved than that.
Unfortunately, yes.
Though she had stopped him dead in his tracks even clothed —a reaction that had nothing to do with the sudden appearance of the flintlock. I’m just glad your betrothed told me about the other guests who would be attending the wedding breakfast. She wasn’t kidding, either—the girl is fit for Bedlam.
It hadn’t been hard to figure out who she was—how many young women of quality would be within walking distance of this place, after all—and it was worth taking the guess just to have seen the absolute shock on her face.
He’d enjoyed catching her off guard. She’d been unreasonably highhanded with him. Not unexpected from an Englishwoman of her class, especially after she’d heard his accent. In his experience, the females of the beau monde were always eager to look down their noses at someone like him.
Eleanor said no such thing. She simply said Miss Watson is a tad unorthodox.
It was Gabriel’s turn to snort. A tad unorthodox? That’s like saying old King George is simply having a bad day.
The girl was downright peculiar. Beautiful, but peculiar.
His friend raised an eyebrow. Watch it there, Winters. He may be mad, but he’s still our king.
Yours, maybe. I’m only half tied to the man.
And yet you risked your life on the battlefield for him. Now who’s peculiar?
Yes, there was that. I risked my life for the fame and fortune, of course,
he said,