The
Courtesan Duchess
Wicked Deceptions # 1
By: Joanna Shupe
Releasing March 31, 2015
Zebra
Can
a bold-faced lie lead to everlasting love? One by one, the impetuous heroines
in the Wicked Deceptions series intend to find out, each in her unique way…
How
to seduce an estranged husband—and banish debt!—in four wickedly improper,
shockingly pleasurable steps...
- Learn the most intimate secrets of London’s leading
courtesan.
- Pretend to be
a courtesan yourself, using the name Juliet Leighton.
- Travel to
Venice and locate said husband.
- Seduce husband, conceive an heir, and voila, your future is secure!
For
Julia, the Duchess of Colton, such a ruse promises to be foolproof. After all,
her husband has not bothered to lay eyes on her in eight years, since their
hasty wedding day when she was only sixteen. But what begins as a tempestuous
flirtation escalates into full-blown passion—and the feeling is mutual!
Could the man the Courtesan Duchess married actually turn out to be the love of
her life?
Goodreads
Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22494733-the-courtesan-duchess?from_search=true
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/130734-wicked-deceptions
Author Info
Award-winning
author JOANNA SHUPE has always loved history, ever since she saw her first
Schoolhouse Rock cartoon. While in college, Joanna read every romance she could
get her hands on and soon started crafting her own racy historical novels. She
now lives in New Jersey with her two spirited daughters and dashing husband.
Excerpt
A
smart woman may transform herself into whatever
the
situation requires.
—Miss Pearl
Kelly to the Duchess of Colton
Venice,
November 1816
Julia needed a male child, a
legitimate one, to serve as the heir to the Colton estate. Only then could she
thwart Templeton’s designs on the dukedom.
Her plan was foolproof. Six months
ago, Julia had sold off all her remaining jewelry in order to secretly hire
Pearl Kelly, London’s true reigning courtesan, to offer advice. Pearl had
proved a veritable fount of information, telling Julia precisely how to dress,
act, speak, and flirt like a Cyprian.
Pearl had even helped design Julia’s
gowns along with the courtesan’s own modiste. The resulting wardrobe was
luxurious and elegant with sumptuous fabrics and daring necklines, such as the
deep emerald green gown she wore tonight. The undergarments had been ordered
from Paris, and they still made
Julia blush. Her jewelry had posed a problem, since every good piece she’d
owned had been sold off over the past two years. So Pearl had graciously loaned
Julia several stunning sets, which included the expensive diamond and pearl
necklace now around her neck.
Julia had also learned how to use
creams and paints to best enhance her features. Earlier, she’d applied a
dusting of white pearl powder on her face, rose pink rouge on her lips and
cheeks, and a light coating of lamp-black on her lashes and eyebrows. The
enhancements combined with her red hair made her completely unrecognizable to
anyone familiar with the blond and understated Duchess of Colton.
They ventured near the duke. After a
moment, Colton looked up and his face registered surprise. “Winchester!” He
threw his cards on the table and unfolded his lanky frame to stand before them.
“I can scarcely believe it. Why didn’t you write to let me know you were
coming?”
Simon managed to look surprised,
then slapped Colton on the back. “I’d heard a rumor you were still here, old
man.”
“I cannot find a reason to leave.”
Colton turned to Julia, focusing on her with polite interest. “I see you are
not alone. Pray introduce me.”
“Of course. Colton, meet the
inimitable Mrs. Juliet Leighton. Juliet, this wastrel is my oldest friend, the
Duke of Colton.”
She dropped into a deep curtsy and
watched from under her lashes as her husband took in the shockingly low
neckline of her gown, where her ample bosom threatened to make an appearance at
any moment. “Mrs. Leighton, your reputation precedes you,” the duke said as she
rose. “I’ve heard nothing but accolades to your beauty and wit. It is said you
are the woman who holds all of London in the palm of her hand.”
Julia was relieved to hear the
rumors they’d started had reached her husband’s ears. “Perhaps not all of London,
Your Grace, but a fortunate few have indeed felt the palm of my hand.”
A black eyebrow shot up, and he gave
a devilish grin that would surely melt the insides of a weaker woman.
“Winchester, I am beginning to envy you,” Colton murmured, his smoky gray gaze
never leaving hers.
“As you should. I am entirely at
Mrs. Leighton’s whim.” Simon’s intimate smile left no doubt as to the nature of
their relationship.
“You flatter me,” Julia said in her
best coquettish voice. “Simon, darling, please leave His Grace and I alone for
a few moments. Be a good lad and fetch me some champagne.”
Simon flashed her a besotted glance
that would’ve had Julia laughing under any other circumstance. “Anything for
you, love.” He walked away to leave Julia alone with the husband she hadn’t
seen in eight years.
She should be tongue-tied, she
thought, as she regarded the man who wielded enormous power over her, even from
such a great distance. But considering the hot gleam of male interest in
Colton’s eyes, the way he studied her carefully, Julia knew the control now lay
in her own hands.
“Your Grace,” she started, then
boldly moved closer and took his arm. “I feel as if we already know one
another.” Julia led him toward the terrace doors.
“Do you?” He deftly maneuvered them
around other couples and placed his large hand on the small of her back as they
continued outside into the cool darkness. “If we had met, Mrs. Leighton, I am
quite sure I would remember.”
“Oh, you must call me Juliet. All my
good friends do.”
“Then, by all means, you must call
me Nick. I’ve never been fond of my title.” Tall and lithe, he leaned casually
against the terrace railing, the backdrop a surprisingly clean stretch of
canal. He was even more handsome up close. His shoulders were broad, and power
lurked beneath his finely tailored clothing. She suddenly felt so . . . alive
and edgy in his wickedly alluring presence. Little wonder her husband had
become such a rake and scoundrel.
“If you insist, Nick,” she drawled
while noticing the way he studied her lips. “Are we to be friends, then?”
“I certainly hope so.” His face
softened with a flirtatious smile and her knees went weak, the power of
that small gesture warming her down
to her toes. “Are you enjoying Venice, Juliet?”
“It is a lovely place. This is my
first trip, and I must confess it’s nothing as I imagined. The food is superb
and they are passionate, friendly people. And you? Have you been here long?”
“About three years. Before that
Vienna, Cologne, Paris. . . .”
“And do you plan to return to our
fair England one day?”
His features tightened ever so
slightly. “No. I have no plans to return. There is naught there for me now.”
Rage blossomed in her chest, hot and
strong. How dare he. Naught there for him—even a wife?
Although her hand itched to smack his cheek, Julia forced
what she hoped was an intimate expression and dropped her voice to a husky
purr. “My luck, then, in meeting you here.”
“Indeed. And just when I’d thought
Venice had grown boring. Have you known Winchester long?”
“No, not long. Though he’s spoken of
you. I understand you’ve been friends forever.”
“It’s true. Since Eton, actually.
We—”
“Here you are, love.” Simon appeared
with a glass of champagne.
“So, Winchester,” the duke began,
“tell me how you’ve been getting on the last two years.”
Two years! Julia
gasped and almost choked on a mouthful of champagne. Simon had seen her husband
two years ago? If Colton weren’t standing here, she would give Simon a good
kick in the leg for not telling her.
“I find myself remarkably well. And
you?”
“I enjoy it here,” Colton responded
lightly. “The Venetians are quite pleasant, despite the resentment of the
Austrian presence. I had thought, however, to travel to St. Petersburg next
year.”
“It’s been eight years. Do you not
think enough time has passed—”
“Do not say it.” Colton’s voice took
on an edge and his face darkened. “After our last row, I thought you agreed to
cease hounding me to return.”
“But really, Colt. Your wife
deserves—”
“Oh, you mean my father’s pawn?” He
straightened to his full height. “Cease immediately. Do not make me regret
keeping you informed of my whereabouts all these years.”
Pawn? What on
earth? Julia could scarcely wait to get Simon alone in order to
get answers.
Simon held up his hands in
surrender. “I have no wish to quarrel with you. Especially in front of such a
beautiful woman.” He slid his arm around Julia and gave her shoulders a
reassuring squeeze.
Her face a mask of polite civility,
she focused on the duke. “Your Grace, we plan to attend the performance of Tancredi
at La Fenice the evening after tomorrow. Perhaps you
would care to join us?”
“I had already planned to attend, in
fact,” Colton replied, his posture once again relaxed. “I would be honored if
you both would join the party in my box.”
Julia tried to look surprised though
she’d already known his plans. Simon’s valet had convinced one of the duke’s
maids to give them information on Colton’s daily social schedule. More chance
meetings with Mrs. Leighton were in Colton’s future. “That would be lovely,
Your Grace. I shall look forward to it.”
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