Lord of Scoundrels

by Loretta Chase

“No, we shan’t,” she said. “I had saved two dances because…Well, it doesn’t matter. I already have a partner for this one.” “Certainly. Me.” She held up her fan in front of his face, to display the masculine scribbling upon the sticks. “Look carefully,” she said. “Do you see ‘Beelzebub’ written there?”