Rogue Wallflower by Dawn Brower

All Victoria needs is a gentleman well versed in everything roguish to give her those lessons. David seizes upon the opportunity.

Rogue wallflower

Lady Victoria Spencer has loved one man her entire life. Of course he never notices her. Why should he? She’s a wallflower and no one pays the unwanted ladies much mind. Had she been a bit plump? Yes. Now that she no longer is, she has a plan. She’s going to become a rogue wallflower, and only one man will do as her first lover.
David Brooks, Earl of Foxcroft had led a charmed life. Right up until his father died and he was forced to take responsibility for his family and the estates. His father had run the coffers nearly empty and it had been up to him to restore their fortune. He could have married an heiress, but felt that was a cowardly way out. Instead he focused on rebuilding his fortune. Now that he feels secure enough with his family’s status he has decided to take a wife. Only one woman will do, but now that he can claim her would rather take a lover, not a husband.
All Victoria needs is a gentleman well versed in everything roguish to give her those lessons. David seizes upon the opportunity. He is more than willing to use her curiosity to his advantage. As long as in the end, he’s the only rogue she completes those skills with.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical / Victorian

Language: English

Keywords: historical romance, revenge, second chance

Word Count: 21000

Sample text:

“Wouldn’t your brother be a better option to give his opinion?” Lord Foxcroft wandered over to a nearby window and glanced outdoors. The rain continued to pour outside. It had been raining for a couple of days now.

“Not on this.” She grinned as she considered her next words. He should be afraid of what she intended, but he didn’t have a clue. “I doubt my brother would be interested in hearing about my amorous intentions.”

He spun around and faced her. “Pardon me,” he said, shock evident in his voice. “I couldn’t have heard that correctly. What amorous intentions.”

“Well,” she began. “I don’t have any specifically.” She strolled over to the bar and perused the selections. Whisky, brandy, rum… She smiled. No ratafia or sherry for the men. She had never tried any of these spirits. Perhaps she should. “But I would like to have a bit of fun. I’m considering my options.” Victoria turned to face him. “And I may also be viewing the gentlemen in attendance as potential lovers.”


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