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386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 25, 2012
From the cover:If you’re a fan of historical romance, as I am, then you’ve probably already had the pleasure of reading the written art of Gaelen Foley. You know what I mean when I say that her stories have a level of substance to them that is often lacking in this genre. That’s not to say that they’re heavy, or angsty beyond bearing, but the characters aren’t just words on the page. They become living and breathing people – people I want to know better. I want to understand what compels them to do the things they do - their thoughts, their actions - and Ms. Foley gives me that, and more.
Sebastian, Viscount Beauchamp, lives by a code of honor, and now honor dictates he must marry Miss Carissa Portland. He has no regrets over stealing a kiss from the adorable little busybody--a fitting punishment for putting her delectable nose where it didn't belong. But now, caught in a compromising situation, he knows he must make her his bride. He's faced danger before--but nothing like this!
Carissa is not a gossip--she's a "lady of information." And all she was trying to do was warn the rakehell Beauchamp away from an irate husband. But even she can't flaunt Society, and while her head tells her that Beau's a notorious scoundrel, her heart--and her body--are captivated by his dangerous charm. But when Carissa next goes snooping, the secrets she uncovers about the Inferno Club may prove even more hazardous than falling in love with her own husband.

book is that it went by way too fast to suit me. Its like I have a love/hate relationship with this one. When I found this available at the library, I knew that I had to pick it up, since I have been waiting months for it to become free for me to read. It has been a while since I have read the previous books in the series, but I am thinking I need to re read the series. When I started reading My Scandalous Viscount I realized why I fell in love with this author, and most especially this spectacular series.




"So this horrid little power-crazed bureaucrat that you have to answer to might still be harboring Radical sympathies that he's taking out on the Order?"
[...] "It doesn't matter," [Beau] said rather vehemently. "He's not going to destroy the Order. Not while I'm there. He can try, but we've been around a hell of a lot longer than these 'modern men of progress' and their shiny new ideas."
"What kinds of ideas?"
"Dissolve the monarchy. Disband the aristocracy. Marriage is also outdated in their circles. Free love is all the mode."
She gave him a sardonic look.
"What?"
"Sounds like what the ton espouses."
"No, no, there is a big difference between the time-honored tradition of adultery in the aristocracy and the Radical notion of free love, my dear. One abuses the sanctity of marriage with idle gallantry; the other rejects it from the outset, along with any notion of chivalry."
"They don't believe in chivalry?" she exclaimed.
"I should think not. They see it as an insult."
"How?"
"In their world, women are the same as men, and neither want nor require any sort of male protection or deference."
Carissa struggled to comprehend such a world. "But if there's no marriage ... and ladies are the same as gentlemen ... then what about the children? And who takes care of the old people? What becomes of the families?"
"Oh, my dear, you are woefully provincial. Haven't you heard? The family is an artificial system of oppression," he replied. "They've got no more use for it than for the Church. Haven't you read the inimitable Godwins, or noticed how poets like Shelley and Blake are always making up their own religions?"
"No one can simply invent right and wrong."
"You can try, if you're arrogant enough. Up is down, right is wrong, women are men, and before you know it, no one needs anyone anymore. Forget civility - the human race will then be free to descend into 'the perpetual war of every man against his neighbor' that Hobbes described two hundred years ago." [pp.152-3]
It was not the fact that [Angelique] had slept with Beau that chiefly bothered her. Many women had, she'd been forced to accept. But that was in the past: She was the one he had married. What she was jealous about was how he had talked to Angelique. He had treated her with the respect due an equal, as if she were a man.
The contrast could not have been more marked as he assisted his little bride to the carriage and hovered over her every move with the utmost protectiveness. Lord, did he see her as helpless?
Was she?
If only she had but a small dose of that Frenchwoman's audacity...
When she thought of how timid and secretive she had become ever since her fall from grace, how frightened of disapproval, she was angry at herself. Shame had made her sneaky. One thing she'd say for the brazen Angelique - she did not appear in the least ashamed of what she was. [p.221]
Would his passionate redhead make a cuckold of him? Was he doomed to walk in his humiliated father's footsteps? Yet how could he, of all people, ever honestly complain, after his own past dalliances with other fellows' wives?
He probably deserved it. [...] Beau closed his eyes, rubbed his brow, and after a long moment's fight with himself, decided by an act of will that he was not going to get angry about this. [...] Let her come to him and speak her piece when she was ready. [...] He knew it wouldn't be easy for her. She had already said herself that she didn't trust anybody. But forcing her to give him the details, humiliating her with the fact that he knew she was lying, or hurting her in any way was unacceptable.
Sooner or later, he swore to himself, he'd win Carissa's trust. [pp.138-9]