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  A Little Winter Scandal

  A Regency Christmas Collection

  By

  Christi Caldwell

  A Little Winter Scandal

  Copyright © 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2019 by Christi Caldwell

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  Other Titles by Christi Caldwell

  Heart of a Duke

  In Need of a Duke—Prequel Novella

  For Love of the Duke

  More than a Duke

  The Love of a Rogue

  Loved by a Duke

  To Love a Lord

  The Heart of a Scoundrel

  To Wed His Christmas Lady

  To Trust a Rogue

  The Lure of a Rake

  To Woo a Widow

  To Redeem a Rake

  One Winter with a Baron

  To Enchant a Wicked Duke

  Beguiled by a Baron

  To Tempt a Scoundrel

  The Heart of a Scandal

  In Need of a Knight—Prequel Novella

  Schooling the Duke

  A Lady’s Guide to a Gentleman’s Heart

  A Matchmaker for a Marquess

  His Duchess for a Day

  Lords of Honor

  Seduced by a Lady’s Heart

  Captivated by a Lady’s Charm

  Rescued by a Lady’s Love

  Tempted by a Lady’s Smile

  Courting Poppy Tidemore

  Scandalous Seasons

  Forever Betrothed, Never the Bride

  Never Courted, Suddenly Wed

  Always Proper, Suddenly Scandalous

  Always a Rogue, Forever Her Love

  A Marquess for Christmas

  Once a Wallflower, at Last His Love

  Sinful Brides

  The Rogue’s Wager

  The Scoundrel’s Honor

  The Lady’s Guard

  The Heiress’s Deception

  The Wicked Wallflowers

  The Hellion

  The Vixen

  The Governess

  The Bluestocking

  The Spitfire

  The Theodosia Sword

  Only For His Lady

  Only For Her Honor

  Only For Their Love

  Danby

  A Season of Hope

  Winning a Lady’s Heart

  The Brethren

  The Spy Who Seduced Her

  The Lady Who Loved Him

  The Rogue Who Rescued Her

  The Minx Who Met Her Match

  Brethren of the Lords

  My Lady of Deception

  Her Duke of Secrets

  Regency Duets

  Rogues Rush In: Tessa Dare and Christi Caldwell

  Yuletide Wishes: Grace Burrowes and Christi Caldwell

  Her Christmas Rogue

  Memoir: Non-Fiction

  Uninterrupted Joy

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Other Titles by Christi Caldwell

  Winning a Lady’s Heart

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  A Marquess for Christmas

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  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

  Epilogue

  To Wed His Christmas Lady

  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

  Epilogue

  One Winter with a Baron

  Dedication

  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

  Other Books by Christi Caldwell

  Biography

  Winning a Lady’s Heart

  By

  Christi Caldwell

  Dedication

  For my husband, Doug, the most amazing husband, father, and friend. Thank you for giving up golfing and your computer so I could pursue my dream. I couldn’t have written a more perfect hero than you.

  ~ Christi

  Chapter 1

  There was something oddly suspicious about Nathaniel Michael Winters, Fifth Earl of Pembroke.

  It wasn’t the kind of oddly suspicious that aroused one’s fear, per se.

  But more the kind of—something was…well, off.

  Lady Alexandra Foster cocked her head and studied Nathan from her spot on the Pomona green silk brocade settee in her father’s parlor. Nathan stood staring out the window, his tall, broadly muscular frame stiffly erect, his hands folded behind his back.

  Her eyes darted to the loudly ticking ormolu clock on the fireplace mantle.

  Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

  She’d counted no fewer than twenty beats of the grating rhythm filling the ominously quiet parlor. Counting had always been something of a calming technique for Alexandra since she’d mastered her numbers in the schoolroom. Nathan had teased her about it since the moment she’d confessed the oddity to him.

  “Nathan, I—”

  He spun on his heel as if suddenly alerted to her presence, as if he hadn’t been aware that twenty beats of the clock’s grating rhythm had passed since she’d taken her seat.

  Alexandra’s heart sped up as it always did when he trained that beautiful sapphire gaze on her. She still couldn’t fathom that he, in all his stunning demonstration of male beauty, should have deigned to notice her. She could never tire of apprec
iating him. The six-foot, lean, lithe form. The sinfully dark curls that complemented his olive tone. The perfect, strong lines of his face, marred by a slight bend in his nose from a break that had never healed properly. Alexandra found it only added to his charm.

  Her heart thumped against the wall of her chest so loudly he could surely hear the telltale beat. This time the intensity with which he studied her caused something other than happiness to quicken her heart.

  “I counted twenty beats on the clock,” she said nervously.

  She waited for that slow, seductive smile that he always reserved just for her.

  Except this time, no teasing smile tilted the corners of his lips. This time, there was no witty rejoinder. Nor a playful flick of one of her errant curls.

  “You are scaring me.” She flinched at the edge of fear lacing her words.

  Nathan opened his mouth, paused. Whatever he’d been about to say remained unspoken.

  His arms fell to his sides, and he paced the floor.

  “That is hardly reassuring,” she muttered in an attempt at levity.

  He paused mid-stride and suddenly crossed to Alexandra. He dropped to a knee beside her and claimed her hand in his. She studied the two hands entwined like old lovers. Hers pale and delicate, his olive-toned and powerful.

  She shoved aside the cloying fear threatening to overwhelm her. “Why this darkness today?”

  “I must offer my apologies.” He rose and sat next to her. “It is not my intention to alarm you,” he said. “There is a matter of business that distracts me today.”

  In spite of his close positioning, it seemed the gulf between them remained greater than Westminster Bridge.

  Still, Alexandra calmed at those words. She and the rest of ton were aware of the shambles the previous Lord Pembroke had left for his son. The Fourth Earl of Pembroke had been something of a lecher, a known reprobate who’d squandered much of his wealth at the gaming tables. Alexandra could say definitively, Nathan was nothing like his predecessor.

  “Maybe it will help to speak about it?” Alexandra suggested.

  A hollow laugh, devoid of any mirth, escaped him. The sound raised gooseflesh along her arms.

  “No one and nothing can help me.”

  She reached for his hand and pulled it close, squeezing it for reassurance. “Regardless of the problems you face, I will always stand beside you. You must be assured of that.”

  His throat bobbed up and down, and then he raised his eyes to meet hers.

  The agony reflected in those blue pools nearly bowled her over.

  “If only I could erase your hurt,” she murmured.

  Alexandra reached a hand up and made to caress his cheek, but he flinched, and she let it fall uselessly to her side.

  Nathan reclaimed her hand and carried it to his mouth. He placed his lips sweetly, caressing the top of her hand, and then turned it over. His hot breath fanned the inside portion of her wrist, and she shivered. “Do you know the moment I fell in love with you?” he asked on a hoarse whisper.

  Her breath caught and held when his lips achingly loved her wrist. Her eyes slid closed. She was incapable of words. “Mmm?”

  He ceased his ministrations and raised his head. “The moment I saw you come to the aid of a child being spanked by his nanny in Hyde Park. I fell in love with you then.”

  Tears popped behind her lids and her vision blurred. “I love you.”

  He winced. “Your father is right. I am not worthy of your love.”

  She tapped his cheek with a finger. “Don’t say that. He is wrong. Those words couldn’t be more untrue.”

  “Why do you love me?” he persisted. “Why, in spite of what my father was, in spite of the state of my holdings, why would you choose me as the man to give your love?”

  There was desperation to Nathan’s words, words that shook with the force of his emotion.

  Alexandra’s lips turned up. “Silly man. Why ever would I judge you for the faults of your father? You are not like him. You’re not,” she insisted when he made a sound of disagreement.

  “I like the card tables.”

  Alexandra rolled her eyes. “Really, Nathan. Name a gentleman who does not.”

  He settled back into his seat but didn’t argue the point.

  “Come, let us speak of something altogether more pleasant.” She picked up the forgotten book of poetry resting at her side, a very special gift that Lord Byron had given to Nathan. Nathan had, in turn, given the personal collection of poems to Alexandra. She handed it to him now.

  He opened to a random selection and studied the title. His lips twitched in the first real amusement she’d seen from him that morning.

  Alexandra glanced down at the poem he’d landed on and read aloud. “Maid of Athens, ere we part,” she muttered.

  He fanned through several pages and opened to—

  Nathan froze.

  Alexandra cursed quietly, words unfit for a lady. “Epitaph to a Dog?” She freed her arm from his and tugged the book from his hands. “Oh, do give me that. You really must speak to your friend about his penchant for writing such grim poems.” She very deliberately scanned through the volume until settling on Lines Addressed to a Young Lady.

  She thrust the book back into his hands. “Here. Now read.”

  Nathan laughed, not the frighteningly aloof sound he’d mustered earlier, but the one which always filled her with happiness. He tugged one of the pale, golden curls artfully hanging beside her cheek. “How can I deny such a lovely request?”

  He proceeded to read in his mellifluous, silken tone that had the power to warm her through like a summer sun.

  “The sentence I should scarce deplore;

  It only would restore a heart,

  Which but belong’d to thee before.

  The least atonement I can make

  Is to become no longer free…”

  The final words faded to a faint quietness so that Alexandra strained to hear.

  He traced distracted circles with his finger over the poem. “I cannot do this,” he said into the silence of the room.

  Alexandra’s gaze studied the movements of his fingers. Six-Seven-Eight-Nine-Ten.

  “Ten circles,” she added inanely.

  He snapped the book closed and leapt to his feet, as though the settee had sprung metal spikes.

  “Nath—”

  Nathan dragged her to her feet and, before she knew what he intended, his lips found hers. Her body liquefied under the seductive pull of his kiss. His arms wrapped around her, tugging her close to his center so her breasts were crushed to the hard wall of his chest.

  He had kissed her before. But never like this. Never this unrestrained feeling that the world could end and they’d be just fine as long as they were wrapped safely in one another’s arms.

  In his arms, she felt…beautiful. She forgot that she was short of stature and a bit too plump for Society’s dictates. Forgot that she had a smattering of freckles along the bridge of a slightly bumped nose.

  She moaned, which allowed him to slip his tongue inside her mouth. She stiffened at the unexpectedness of the sensation, until a wave of heat crashed over her, engulfing her in a conflagration. Alexandra tentatively touched her tongue to his. When he groaned in approval, she responded in earnest.

  She twined her hands about his neck and angled her head to better avail herself to the full onslaught of his expert kiss. She wanted more. Needed more. But didn’t know what more was.

  Then just like that, he set her away from him. The sound of harsh, fast breathing filled the room. Nathan’s chest rose and fell; her heart raced. She couldn’t say whose breath it was.

  He devoured her with one long, lingering stare, as if he were attempting to ingrain the image of her on his memory. “Goodbye, Alexandra,” he said softly.

  And then he was gone.

  Alexandra stood rooted to the spot he’d left her, chilled by trepidation and uncertainty. An ominous shriek rent the air, followed by the quick r
hythmic click of boot steps, cementing the fear in her belly.

  Her father, the portly Marquess of Tewkesbury, filled the doorway, his face florid with barely suppressed rage, her mother sobbing at his side. He brandished a paper in his hand.

  “What—”

  “Where is that scoundrel?” her father bellowed and took a quick turn around the parlor, his eyes conducting a sweeping scan of the room.

  “Mother?” Alexandra looked to her pleadingly.

  Her mother was incapable of words and instead shook her head and blubbered into a handkerchief.

  Her father strode over to Alexandra and thrust the paper at her. “Here,” he barked.

  With hands that shook, she unfolded the copy of the Times.

  Her father jabbed a finger halfway down the front page. “Take a read there. That’s the gentleman you fell in love with.”

  Fear stabbed at her, making it difficult to breathe. In spite of her father shaking the paper at her and insisting she read the damning story in print, and despite her mother’s noisy sobbing, Alexandra couldn’t make her fingers move to accept the paper.

  “Take it!”

  She took it and…

  Lord W reported that the Earl of P placed a wager in the books at White’s with the timeline of when he’d wed Lady A, the granddaughter of the Duke of D. The information recorded by Lord P was—never.

  A whistle hissed from between Alexandra’s teeth, as the paper fluttered uselessly from her fingers, spilling to a miserable heap on the floor.

  “Whatever shall we do?” her mother cried. “How will we ever show our faces out in Society? That cad has marked you as unmarriageable, ruined your name, Alexandra.”

  Alexandra watched her mother’s mouth moving, heard her father’s rambling tirade, but could not process either of the thoroughly confounding words. The sting of betrayal robbed her of clear thought.

  “I must send around our regrets for Lord and Lady Williams’ annual ball. Oh, and you do know how I so love Lady Williams’s soiree.”

  Her mother’s pronouncement only vaguely registered through the thick haze of confusion Alexandra moved through. “No.”

  Her father folded his arms across his chest, eying her with a mocking condescension. “No? After he’s made a laughingstock of your name, you’d still show your face in front of Society.”

  Alexandra tossed her shoulders back and squared her jaw. “Yes.”

  That was just what she would do.