The Scoundrel You Know (Those Very Bad Fairbanks #7) Read Online Alyssa Clarke

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Those Very Bad Fairbanks Series by Alyssa Clarke
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
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Alyssa Clarke writes steamy Regency Historical Romances featuring swoon-worthy heroes and sassy, sometimes unconventional heroines! Her debut novel, Love Me, If You Dare, came to her in a dream as a hot, fun enemy to lover romance where she played the leading lady who fell in love with a duke who looked remarkably like Henry Cavill.

When not writing, Alyssa enjoys hiking, games/movie night, with her husband and two beautiful children, and her Siberian Husky, Cronus. She is a lover of wine, cheesecake, and more wine.

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CHAPTER 1

The early morning chill wrapped its arm around Miss Emma Regina Fairbanks as she daringly rode her dappled mare over the grounds of Hyde Park. It was deplorably early, perhaps not even four in the morning, but to ride at this time was the only opportunity to enjoy herself astride in breeches and without the possibility of the ton looking on with their priggish judgment.

Her eldest brother, Colin, knew of her adventures and grudgingly looked the other way. Emma knew he had instructed one of their footmen to discreetly follow her whenever she sneaked out to ride, but she also took some precautions and traveled with a dagger in her riding boot. Her older brothers had taught her how to plant a mean facer, push a bounder from her body if one dared, and wield the dagger with deadly precision.

She gently tugged on the reins, slowing the horse, and urging the mare into a canter. Emma lifted her face to the sky, admiring the dazzling stars in the velveted heavens above, wishing she could still be in the park to witness the rising sun. She would have to return home before the fashionable ton descended on the park to promenade and be seen.

Dipping her hand into the stylish riding jacket pocket, she withdrew a letter from her dearest sister Ester, who had been living in the glittering world of New York’s bon ton with her husband, Edmond Glendevon. There was barely any light from the moon to read the letter; however, Emma still stared at the paper she’d unfolded, already having committed the words to her memory and heart.

Dearest Emma,

How I’ve missed the family, especially you and Ellie! I was so happy to hear about your sojourn abroad with Aunt Cecily, Cousin Samuel and Caroline, and the grand time you had. I wish I had been there with you! I was even more pleased to receive the recent portraits of our sweet little nephew George. Your drawings and Nicholas’s paintings captured his likeness and growth most remarkably; he is the picture of Colin. I was not at all surprised that Lizzy and Rannulf dote on their twin girls or that His Grace already spoils them rotten. I agree that Ellie and Lucien’s little darling is a perfect replica of us, and I can already see the mischief in her sweet little smile! The portraits you’ve sent me of the family are my most treasured tokens, and I cannot thank you enough for them, Emma. I am delighted to tell you that Edmond and I will return to London only a year after leaving. The doctor confirmed yesterday that I am with child, not yet two months increasing. Edmond and I would like to welcome the birth of our blessing on England’s shore, surrounded by our family. I’ve received another letter from Phoebe complaining of the old dragon’s incessant wishes for her to marry Baron Heybridge because he flatters her with his regard. I trust that you are guiding Phoebe well, and I have assured her that unless she loves the baron, she is not to accept his suit. I dearly wish you would find a similar happiness and adventure in marriage as Ellie and myself, Emma. Now do not roll your eyes or be dismissive. I assure you marriage has proven to be the greatest adventure I’ve ever embraced. I anticipate seeing you and everyone with the greatest of happiness.

Your sister,

Mrs. Ester Glendevon.

Emma smiled, that lump of emotion swelling inside her throat once more. Last year it had been very painful watching her beloved sister sail away with Edmond Glendevon for a new adventure. As triplets, they had always been close and never suffered being apart for any length of time. First, Eleanor had found love and married, and then Ester. Those nights, they had snuggled into bed at their brother’s townhouse and giggled and chatted under the covers until dawn was no more. Emma hadn’t dreamed she would miss her sisters so fiercely or that some nights she would lie in the dark, and tears would leak from her eyes as if they had a will of their own.

Her love for her family ran piercingly deep. However, despite still being surrounded by her family, Emma had felt adrift without Ellie and Ester as her constant companions. She hadn’t expected to feel this bleak and bereft without her sisters’ presence. Emma had fallen into a melancholy state, and to cheer her, Colin suggested she travel to Rome, Malta and Greece, then Egypt with her aunt and cousins for a few months. The trip abroad restored her spirits within days, and she had a great time.


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