Lady Susanna Derring has been raise to be a proper lady.
Susanna's mother, the Dowager Countess of Dane, supervises
every minute of her day. Susanna resents her overbearing
mother's endless comments and criticisms. She daydreams
about escaping from her mother's constant supervision.
After a chance encounter with Lady Winthorpe, Susanna
learns that her mother may have been in love with someone
before she married Susanna's father. Lady Winthorpe mentions
Vauxhall Gardens and Susanna's interest is piqued. She
can't imagine her mother visiting the notorious Vauxhall
pleasure gardens.
THE ROGUE YOU KNOW is the third novel in author Shana
Galen's Covent Garden Cubs series. Lady Susanna's journey
begins as she encounters Gideon Harrow breaking and
entering her family's town home. She convinces Gideon to
take her to Vauxhall Gardens and the adventure begins!
I enjoy Ms. Galen's fast-paced novels because they include
clever dialogue and memorable characters. The conversations
between Gideon and Susanna are honest and this added to the
charm of the character's romance. Their escapades through
the Seven Dials section of London, the pleasure gardens, and
Mayfair kept me on the edge of my chair. There were several
unexpected twists and turns in the story that made the
plot appealing. Loved the ending of the story as well--very
well done, Ms. Galen!
If you are looking for a fun read with romance and
adventure, then this is the novel for you!
She's beyond his reach...
Gideon Harrow has spent his life in London's dark
underworld-and he wants out. A thief and a con, he plans
one
last heist to finally win his freedom. But when
everything
goes wrong, he finds himself at the tender mercies of one
of
Society's most untouchable women-Lady Susanna Derring.
...and out of her depth.
Susanna has spent her life in London's glittering ton,
under
the thumb of a domineering mother-and she wants out. When
a
wickedly charming rogue lands at her feet, she jumps at
the
chance to experience life before it's too late. But as
she
descends into London's underworld, she finds that
nothing-
not even Gideon-is as it seems. As excitement turns to
danger, Susanna must decide what price she's willing to
pay...for the love of a reformed thief.
Excerpt
Scrape.
In the library, Susanna went still. There it was again.
The town house was old and had a tendency to creak and
groan. But then she heard it again, and this time she
knew it was not the house. It sounded like…a window.
There were two windows behind Dane’s desk, and both
looked out upon the small garden. One was directly across
from where she sat huddled on the floor. The draperies
were closed, and nothing stirred behind them. Was she
imagining the noise, or was something or—God forbid—
someone trying to enter the house?
She peered around the corner of the desk and stared at
the opposite window. Her breath caught when the draperies
rustled with the breeze. The window had definitely not
been open before. It had been cold enough in the room
without allowing the night air inside.
Susanna jerked back, hidden on the far side of the desk
again. Everyone knew London was rife with housebreakers,
but would the thieves be so bold as to try and enter a
house when the family was home? She heard a thump and
trembled.
Apparently, the rogues were so bold. What would they do
to her if they found her? Kill her? Rape her? Kidnap her
for ransom?
She must escape, but how?
She peered around the desk again and saw two legs
standing in front of the window. It was too late to run.
The thief was already inside. She did a quick inventory
of herself. She had nothing, absolutely nothing that
would protect her from a ruffian.
She could hear the thief breathing now. He was breathing
hard, as though he’d been running. She pressed her back
against the oak of the desk and craned her neck. She
spotted the shadow of a candlestick on the edge of the
desk. She hadn’t lit the candle in it. If she could pull
it off the edge without the thief noticing, she could use
it to protect herself.
She felt the edge of the desk with her fingertips.
Closing her eyes, she stretched her fingers until she
touched the cool silver of the candlestick. She eased her
fingers around it and tugged it soundlessly over the edge
of the desk.
The candlestick shook in her hands. The weight was more
than she was prepared for, but she caught hold of it and
clutched it to her chest just in time.
The thief clomped into the room. He wasn’t worried about
being quiet. She could hear him now. He lifted books and
replaced them. She knew the sound the binding made when
lifted and released. That meant his back was to her.
Her heart thundered so loudly she feared he could hear
her, and she was at risk of swooning at any moment. She
dug her fingers into the ornamentation around the
candlestick until the silver cut into her palm.
She must be strong. She must be brave.
It didn’t appear as though any other thieves were
entering after this one. She could hit him with the
candlestick and prove to her mother that she was an
independent, capable young woman who should be allowed to
go to Vauxhall Gardens—or anywhere she pleased!
Susanna trembled as she moved to her knees and slanted
her eyes up and over the desk.
There he was!
He looked every inch the dangerous rogue! He was tall and
powerfully built and had dark hair covered with a cap.
And he was indeed pawing through her father’s books. She
had to stop him.
She ducked down and scooted along the edge of the desk
until she reached the side closest to the shelves. She
was exposed now. If he should but move a little to his
left, he would see her. She forced herself to slide
slowly and with exaggerated care until her back collided
with the sharp edge of the far corner of the desk.
She could smell the thief now. She’d expected him to
smell of something rank and evil, but he smelled of the
night air and something else, perhaps sandalwood?
This close she saw the rough hew of his clothing. The
dirt on his boots. He did not belong here, and his
actions left no question as to his intent. She grasped
her skirts in one hand to keep them from tripping her,
and held the heavy candlestick in the other. Soundlessly,
she rose. He seemed to sense her movement, but right
before he could turn, she rushed him and slammed the
candlestick onto the back of his head.
With a groan, he went down, the cap tumbling from his
head.
She’d done it! She’d really done it.
She gave a small gasp of surprise and horror when she saw
the trickle of blood on his neck. Oh, God. Had she killed
him? What would happen to her if she’d killed him? Would
she go to Newgate?
She wanted to wake Crawford, but she couldn’t call the
butler if she’d killed a man. He’d be forced to summon
the magistrate. Better to ensure the thief was alive
before calling for anyone.
Tentatively, she knelt down, and her hand wavered over
the thief’s neck. She’d seen her mother’s physician touch
the dowager’s neck at this point to check her pulse.
Susanna had never tried to check a pulse, and she’d never
touched a man other than her father or her brothers. Her
hand hovered above the man’s neck, until finally she shut
her eyes and forced herself to touch him.
He was still warm. His head was turned away from her, so
she couldn’t see if her hand was in the right position,
but she didn’t feel a pulse. She moved her fingers a
fraction of an inch.
Still nothing.
She moved them again, and he groaned.
She snatched her hand away and scrambled backward. The
man tried to rise, lifting his shoulders off the floor
and cupping the back of his head. He groaned again and
turned his head to look at her, just as she was about to
raise the candlestick again. He raised his hand to ward
off the blow, but she’d paused anyway.
His eyes held her. He faced the hearth behind her, and
she could see the pain in his eyes but also the color.
They were green, a vivid beautiful green that reminded
her of forests and glades and the serenity of the
country. And so she paused.
Later, she would come to realize that small hesitation
had been a mistake.
Later, she would realize that was the moment everything
had gone wrong.
But as she sat with the candlestick held aloft, the thief
staring at her, all she could think was that he was
beautiful. That she wanted to sketch him; that it would
be impossible to find the right color for his eyes.
“Lady Susanna?”
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