My Kind of Scoundrel
Rogues of Fortune’s Den
Book 4
ADELE CLEE
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Thank you!
Books by Adele Clee
Copyright
He’s more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same.
—Emily Bronte
Chapter One
The Olympic Theatre
Wych Street, Drury Lane
Theodore Chance dropped into the red velvet chair in a private box at the Olympic Theatre. Madame Vestris, the principal actress and manager, had addressed the audience, and her company of actors had finished singing the verse and chorus of “God save the King!”
Theo had not come to watch Madame Vestris don breeches and make a parody of a classical play, or to laugh until his sides hurt. He had come to prove a point to his estranged uncle, the Earl of Berridge. Despite being shot in his shoulder by a thug mere weeks ago, Theo was still a man to fear.
As the gaslights dimmed and the burgundy curtains parted for the first act, his sister-in-law Naomi tapped his shoulder. “Most men are here to watch the famed Miss Baker perform, though I hear she only has eyes for you.”
