She was his last chance for a future of happiness…
A gifted fortune-teller from a humble background, Jenny can make even the most sophisticated skeptic believe her predictions simply by batting her smoky eyelashes. Until she meets her match in Gareth Carhart, the Marquess of Blakely, a sworn bachelor and scientist.
He just didn't know it yet
Broodingly handsome, Gareth is scandalized to discover his cousin has fallen under the spell of "Madame Esmerelda," and vows to prove Jenny a fraud. But his unexpected attraction to the fiery enchantress defies logic. Jenny disrupts every facet of Gareth's calculated plan—until he can't decide whether to seduce her or ruin her. Now, as they engage in a passionate battle of wills, two lonely souls must choose between everything they know…and the boundless possibilities of love.
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About the Author
Courtney Milan lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, an exuberant dog, and an attack cat. Before she started writing historical romance, Courtney experimented with various occupations, none of which stuck. Now, when she's not reading (lots), writing (lots), or sleeping (not enough), she can be found in the vicinity of a classroom.
You can learn more about Courtney at http://www.courtneymilan.com.
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London, April, 1838
Twelveyears spent plying her trade had taught Jenny Keeble to leave no part of her carefully manufactured atmosphere to chance. The sandalwood smoke wafting from the brazier added a touch of the occult: not too cloying, yet unquestionably exotic. But it was by rote that she checked the cheap black cotton draped over her rickety table; routine alone compelled her to straighten her garishly colored wall hangings, purchased from Gypsies.
Every detail—the cobwebs she left undisturbed in the corner of the room, the gauze that draped her basement windows and filtered the sunlight into indirect haze— whispered that here magic worked and spirits conveyed sage advice.
It was precisely the effect Jenny should have desired.
So why did she wish she could abandon this costume? True, the virulently red-and-blue-striped skirt, paired with a green blouse, did nothing to flatter her looks. Layer upon heavy layer obscured her waist and puffed her out until she resembled nothing so much as a round, multihued melon. Her skin suffocated under a heavy covering of paint and kohl. But her disquiet ran deeper than the thick lacquers of cream and powder.
A sharp rat-tat-tat sounded at the door.
She'd worked twelve years for this. Twelve years of careful lies and half truths, spent cultivating clients. But there was no room for uncertainty in Jenny's profession. She took a deep breath, and pushed Jenny Keeble's doubts aside. In her place, she constructed the imperturbable edifice of Madame Esmerelda. A woman who could see anything. Who predicted everything. And who stopped at nothing.
With her lies firmly in place, Jenny opened the door.
Two men stood on her stoop. Ned, her favorite client, she'd expected. He was awkward and lanky, as only a youth just out of adolescence could be. A shock of light brown hair topped his young features. His lips curled in an open, welcoming smile. She would have greeted him easily, but today, another fellow stood behind Ned. The stranger was extraordinarily tall, even taller than Ned. He stood several feet back, his arms folded in stern disapproval.
"Madame Esmerelda," Ned said. "I'm sorry I didn't inform you I was bringing along a guest."
Jenny peered behind Ned. The man's coat was carelessly unbuttoned. Some tailor had poured hours into the exquisite fit of that garment. It was cut close enough to the body to show off the form, but loose enough to allow movement. His sandy-brown hair was tousled, his cravat tied in the simplest of knots. The details of his wardrobe bespoke an impatient arrogance, as if his appearance was little more than a bother, his attention reserved for weightier matters.
That attention shifted to Jenny now, and a shiver raced downher spine. With one predatorial sweep of his eyes, he took in Jenny's costume from head to toe. She swallowed.
"Madame Esmerelda," Ned said, "this is my cousin."
A cold glimmer of irritation escaped the other man, and Ned expelled a feeble sigh.
"Yes, Blakely. May I present to you Madame Esmerelda." The monotone introduction wasn't even a question. "Madame, this is Blakely. That would be Gareth Carhart, Marquess of Blakely. Et cetera."
A beat of apprehension pulsed through Jenny as she curtsied. Ned had spoken of his cousin before. Based on Ned's descriptions, she'd imagined the marquess to be old and perhaps a little decrepit, obsessed with facts and figures. Ned's cousin was supposed to be coldly distant, frighteningly uncivil, and so focused on his own scientific interests that he was unaware of the people around him.
But this man wasn't distant; even standing a full yard away, her skin prickled in response to his presence. He wasn't old; he was lean without being skinny, and his cheeks were shadowed by the stubble of a man in his prime. Most of all, there was nothing unfocused about him. She'd often thought Ned had the eyes of a terrier: warm, liquid and trusting. His cousin had those of a lion: tawny, ferocious and more than a little feral.
Jenny gave silent thanks she wasn't a gazelle.
She turned and swept her arm in regal welcome. "Come in. Be seated." The men trooped in, settling on chairs that creaked under their weight. Jenny remained standing.
"Ned, how can I assist you today?"
Ned beamed at her. "Well. Blakely and I have been arguing. He doesn't think you can predict the future."
Neither did Jenny. She resented sharing that belief.
"We've agreed—he's going to use science to demonstrate the accuracy of your predictions."
"Demonstrate? Scientifically?" The words whooshed out of her, as if she'd been prodded in the stomach. Jenny grasped the table in front of her for support. "Well. That would be…" Unlikely? Unfortunate? "That would be unobjectionable. How shall he proceed?"
Ned waved his hand at his cousin. "Well, go ahead, Blakely. Ask her something."
Lord Blakely leaned back in his chair. Up until this moment, he had not spoken a single word; his eyes had traveled about the room, though. "You want me to ask her something?" He spoke slowly, drawing out each syllable with precision. "I consult logic, not old charlatans."
Ned and Jenny spoke atop each other. "She's no charlatan!" protested Ned.
But Jenny's hands had flown to her hips for another reason entirely. "Thirty," she protested, "is not old!"
Ned turned to her, his eyebrow lifting. A devastating silence cloaked the room. It was a measure of her own agitation that she'd forsaken Madame Esmerelda's character already. Instead, she'd spoken as a woman.
And the marquess noticed. That tawny gaze flicked from her kerchiefed head down to the garish skirts obscuring her waist. His vision bored through every one of her layers. The appraisal was thoroughly masculine. A sudden tremulous awareness tickled Jenny's palms.
And then he looked away. A queer quirk of his lips; the smallest exhalation, and like that, he dismissed her.
Jenny was no lady, no social match for Lord Blakely. She was not the sort who would inspire him to tip his hat if he passed her on the street. She should have been accustomed to such cursory dismissals. But beneath her skirts, she felt suddenly brittle, like a pile of dried-up potato parings, ready to blow away with one strong gust of wind. Her fingernails bit crescent moons into her hands.
Madame Esmerelda wouldn't care about this man's interest. Madame Esmerelda never let herself get angry. And so Jenny swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled mysteriously. "I am also not a charlatan."
Lord Blakely raised an eyebrow. "That remains to be proven. As I have no desire to seek answers for myself, I believe Ned will question you."
"I already have!" Ned gestured widely. "About everything. About life and death."
Lord Blakely rolled his eyes. No doubt he'd taken Ned's dramatic protest as youthful exaggeration. But Jenny knew it for the simple truth it was. Two years earlier, Ned had wandered into this room and asked the question that had changed both their lives: "Is there any reason I shouldn't kill myself?"
At the time, Jenny had wanted to disclaim all responsibility. Her first impulse had been to distance herself from the boy, to say she wasn't really able to see the future. But the question was not one a nineteen-year-old posed to a stranger because he was considering his options rationally. She'd known, even then, that the young man had asked because he was at his wits' end.
So she'd lied. She told him she saw happiness in his future, that he had every reason to live. He'd believed her. And as time passed, he'd gradually moved past despair. Today, he stood in front of her almost confident.
It should have counted as a triumph of some kind, a good deed chalked up to Jenny's account. But on that first day, she hadn't just taken his despair. She'd taken his money, too. And since then, she and Ned had been bound together in this tangle of coin and deceit.
"Life and death?" Lord Blakely fingered the cheap fabric that loosely draped her chairs. "Then there should be no problem with my more prosaic proposal. I'm sure you are aware Ned must marry. Madame—Esmerelda, is it?—why don't you tell me the name of the woman he should choose."
Ned stiffened, and a chill went down Jenny's spine. Advice hidden behind spiritual maundering was one thing. But she knew that Ned had resisted wedlock, and for good reasons. She had no intention of trapping him.
"The spirits have not chosen to reveal such details," she responded smoothly.
The marquess pulled an end of lead pencil from his pocket and licked it. He bent over a notebook and scribbled a notation. "Can't predict future with particularity." He squinted at her. "This will be a damned short test of your abilities if you can do no better."
Jenny's fingers twitched in irritation. "I can say," she said slowly, "in the cosmic sense of things, he will meet her soon."
"There!" crowed Ned in triumph. "There's your specifics."
"Hmm." Lord Blakely frowned over the words he'd transcribed. "The 'cosmic sense' being something along the lines of, the cosmos is ageless? No matter which girl Ned meets, I suppose you would say he met her 'soon.' Come, Ned. Isn't she supposed to have arcane knowledge?"
Jenny pinched her lips together and turned away, her skirts swishing about her ankles. Blakely's eyes followed her; but when she cast a glance at him over her shoulder, he looked away. "Of course, it is possible to give more specifics. In ancient days, soothsayers predicted the future by studying the entrails of small animals, such as pigeons or squirrels. I have been trained in those methods."
A look of doubt crossed Lord Blakely's face. "You're going to slash open a bird?"
Jenny's heart flopped at the prospect. She could no more disembowel a dove than she could earn an honest living. But what she needed now was a good show to distract the marquess.
"I'll need to fetch the proper tools," she said.
Jenny turned and ducked through the gauzy black curtains that shielded the details of her mundane living quarters from her clients. A sack, fresh from this morning's shopping trip, sat on the tiny table in the back room. She picked it up and returned.
The two men watched her as she stepped back through a cloud of black cloth, her hands filled with burlap. She set the bag on the table before Ned.
"Ned," she said, "it is your future which is at stake. That means your hand must be the instrument of doom. The contents of that bag? You will eviscerate it."
Ned tilted his head and looked up. His liquid brown eyes pleaded with her.
Lord Blakely gaped. "You kept a small animal in a sack, just sitting about in the event it was needed? What kind of creature are you?"
Jenny raised one merciless eyebrow. "I was expecting the two of you." And when Ned still hesitated, she sighed. "Ned, have I ever led you astray?"
Jenny's admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up.
For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was—
"An orange?" Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. "Not quite what I expected." He scribbled another notation.
"We live in enlightened times," Jenny murmured. "Now, you know what to do. Go ahead. Disembowel it."
Ned turned the fruit in his hand. "I didn't think oranges had bowels."
Jenny let that one pass without comment.
Lord Blakely fished in his coat pockets and came up with a polished silver penknife. It was embossed with laurel leaves. Naturally; even his pens were bedecked with proof of his nobility. His lordship had no doubt chosen the design to emphasize how far above mere commoners he stood. The marquess held the weapon out, as formally as if he were passing a sword.
Soberly, Ned accepted it. He placed the sacrificial citrus on the table in front of him, and then with one careful incision, eviscerated it. He speared deep into its heart, his hands steady, and then cut it to pieces. Jenny allotted herself one short moment of wistful sorrow for her after-dinner treat gone awry as the juice ran everywhere.
"Enough." She reached out and covered his hand mid-stab. "It's dead now," she explained gravely.
He pulled his hand away and nodded. Lord Blakely took back his knife and cleaned it with a handkerchief.
Jenny studied the corpse. It was orange. It was pulpy. It was going to be a mess to clean up. Most importantly, it gave her an excuse to sit and think of something mystical to say—the only reason for this exercise, really.
Lord Blakely demanded particulars. But in Jenny's profession, specifics were the enemy.
"What do you see?" asked Ned, his voice hushed.
"I see…I see…an elephant."
"Elephant," Lord Blakely repeated, as he transcribed her words. "I hope that isn't the extent of your prediction. Unless, Ned, you plan to marry into the genus Loxodonta."
Ned blinked. "Loxo-wha?"
"Comprised, among others, of pachyderms."
Jenny ignored the byplay. "Ned, I am having difficulties forming the image of the woman you should marry in my mind. Tell me, how do you imagine your ideal woman?"
"Oh," Ned said without the least hesitation, "she's exactly like you. Except younger."
Jenny swallowed uncomfortably. "Whatever do you mean? She's clever? Witty?"
Ned scratched his chin in puzzlement. "No. I mean she's dependable and honest."
The mysterious smile slipped from Jenny's lips for the barest instant, and she looked at him in appalled and flattered horror. If this was how Ned assessed character, he would end up married to a street thief in no time at all.
Lord Blakely's hand froze above his paper. No doubt his thoughts mirrored hers.
"What?" Ned demanded. "What are you two staring at?"
"I," said Lord Blakely, "am dependable. She is—"
"You," retorted Ned, "are cold and calculating. I've known Madame Esmerelda for two full years. And in that time, she's become more like family than anyone else. So don't you dare talk about her in that tone of voice."
Jenny's vision blurred and her head swam. She had no experience with family; all she remembered was the unforgiving school where an unknown benefactor had paid her tuition. She'd known since she was a very small child that she stood alone against the world. That had brought her to this career—the sure knowledge that nobody would help her, and everyone would lie to her. Lying to them instead had only seemed fair play.
But with Ned's words, a quiet wistfulness filled her. Family seemed the opposite of this lonely life, where even her friends had been won by falsehoods.
Ned wasn't finished with his cousin. "You see me as some kind of tool, to be used when convenient. Well, I'm tired of it. Find your own wife. Get your own heirs. I'm not doing anything for you any longer."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
~Reviewed by FRANCESCA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog “At times when historical romances seem to blend together, PROOF OF SEDUCTION stands out from the crowd.” ~Under the Covers At times when historical romances seem to blend together, PROOF OF SEDUCTION stands out from the crowd. Why, you may ask? The heroine of this story is a fortune teller. Jenny has had no other choice but to “pretend” to be a fortune teller to survive. She does a good job at it for a while until Gareth, the Marquess of Blakely, comes to “Madame Esmeralda” to, according to him, save his cousin from her evil clutches. See, his younger cousin is somewhat gullible and easily influenced. Gareth of course thinks he’s doing the right thing. Gareth is a scientist, he likes to know how things work and why. He doesn’t believe in much and is a bit of a realist. And the real thing is he falls in lust with Madame Esmeralda and wants her for himself. To keep his cousin somewhat happy, Gareth goes along with Madame Esmeralda’s prediction of when he will meet his one true love. In the meantime, Gareth and Jenny have a torrid affair. PROOF OF SEDUCTION was well…seductive. Jenny is no virgin wilting flower. She’s a real woman. With cares about her honor, but also with a lot of heart. And she follows her heart for most of this book. Gareth on the other side may not be my favorite hero for as stern and unmoving he was at times, but he has a big soft spot for Jenny and in the end he shows that and does the right thing by her. I’m really looking forward to Ned’s story next. He was young in this one and had some trouble. I can’t wait to see what Ms. Milan has in store for him next. One thing you have to expect for sure when reading Courtney Milan is a deep and emotional ride, and this was no different.
I really enjoyed this debut by Ms Milan; started it last night & stayed up til 2 am, then had to finish it the next morning. Definitely a keeper.
In 1836 fortuneteller Madame Esmeralda is comfortable in her vocation as she feels she provides a service by informing her customers with information they need to know. Twelve years as Madame Esmeralda has made humble impoverished Jenny Keeble all but disappear. Her favorite client Ned arrives with his cousin, Blakeley, Gareth Carhart, the Marquess of Blakely. Ned explains that Gareth is a skeptic that Madame can predict the future. A scientist just back from an expedition in Brazil, Gareth plans to prove Esmeralda is a fake. However is scheme to expose the charlatan has a major roadblock; his attraction to her, which makes him wonder if she is an enchantress, but will he accept proof of the heart? This is a terrific early Victorian romance starring a wonderful somewhat inflexible lead male and a totally unique female who challenges his decisions when everyone else fears to contradict his dictatorial rulings. The story line is fast-paced but driven by the relationship between the scientist and the fortuneteller. With a strong secondary cast starting with Ned, this reviewer can predict that sub-genre fans will relish Courtney Milan's delightful historical. Harriet Klausner
I really liked the story of Gareth and Jenny. I am a sucker for a very imperfect hero and Gareth is terrific. He is scientifically brilliant, but socially inept. Jenny learned to handle him very well. The fortune teller angle was a little unbelievable, but I thoroughly enjoyed the book.
Historical romance is hard to do. It is difficult to give a sense of the period and still follow the romance writer's genre conventions. The upper-class rarely married for love, and insisted on rigid adherence to society's mores, and that plays havoc with happy endings. Then there is the problem for romance set in eighteenth and early nineteenth century fiction set in England in always being compared to Georgette Heyer who made that period live and breathe in her books.Courtney Milan does a good job of it in her book. She doesn't immerse one in the period as well as Heyer, and she plays somewhat fast and loose with what would have been possible at the time. But she makes you WANT her story to be true.Jenny Keeble makes her living as Madame Esmerelda, a fortune teller. Young Ned Carhart, heir to the Marquess of Blakely, has been devoted to her advice for two years. Blakely, however, is a man of science and tries to force Ned to see Esmerelda as a fraud. Jenny, of course, can't let him do that much damage to her livelihood, but what is she to do about the great attraction between herself and Blakely?Fairly well written, good characterization, though the writer is sometimes inclined to tell us about the characters rather than reveal who they are by their words and action.Quite readable, and Milan's next book due out about Ned should be worth reading as well.
You certainly don't need to have read Milan's novella, This Wicked Gift, from the anthology, The Heart of Christmas, to enjoy this book but it doesn't hurt. Plus it's a spectacular story and I recommend it highly. Milan is an excellent story-teller. Her characters are well-rounded and believable. It's hard to believe she's just starting out. I was worried that after enjoying her debut story so much I might be disappointed by this book. Not at all. It is a strong story, well-told. I've run out of superlatives to describe these stories or Ms. Milan's talent. Go ahead, call me a fangirl. I don't care, she's earned the gushing. We first met the Marquess of Blakely in This Wicked Gift. Proof of Seduction is his story (and that of Jenny), but it introduces Ned whose story will be told in her next book, Trial by Desire. I cannot *wait* to read it.
What truly impressed me were the characters in this book, especially Gareth. I don't think I have ever encountered a truly memorable and unforgettable hero such as the Marquess of Blakely. Probably because I have a weak spot for the scientific gentleman with awkward social grace, and Courtney Milan created him with delicious detail that I fell in love with him as he tried to befriend his manservant and failed miserably at first. Madame Esmeralda - or her English name Jenny - was also fantastic in her own right. Definitely an independent woman, not afraid to speak her mind, not afraid to be intelligent and independent, but afraid to be tied down by any man even if she loved him.It should come as no surprise that such awesomely-crafted characters yielded some awesomely-witty dialogue. Which makes Proof By Seduction the perfect romance for me. I suppose others may consider the dialogue to be rather too silly, but I think it was perfectly reasonable and realistic because I hold such silly conversations with my significant other. If you do choose to read Proof By Seduction or have read, I'm pretty sure my nonsensical post title will make perfect sense. :)Proof By Seduction is a light and fluffy read, but it will also tug at your heartstrings. If you love it as much as I do, then Gareth will haunt you days after reading it.
There's been a lot of buzz flitting about the Romance world about Courtney Milan and her writing prowess. The almost universal adoration of Milan's talents had me both excited and nervous for her full length debut novel, Proof by Seduction. Equal parts ready to have my mind blown and or to be thoroughly disappointed, I jumped at the opportunity to read the advance copy.My feelings about Milan's writing can be pretty well summarized as follows: The hype was not hyperbole. Milan uses the frustrated alpha male as a perfect counterpoint to her willful and bright heroine. Her Lord Blakely is well-rounded, intriguing, and charming in his social naivety. She also manages to make a man well-versed in natural science seem exciting and smelling fresh as a daisy, not steeped in stuffy mothballs and formaldehyde. The other half of the lead couple, Jenny, is a scrappy, resourceful woman who manages to instruct Blakely through the pitfalls of social communication without sounding like a harpy or acting like a righteous bitch.The story was charming and emotionally touching, and lead to an extremely satisfying ending. The side story involving Ned (scheduled to appear in Milan's next book) was a lovely touch of comedic relief, while providing a reef for her main characters to break upon. Overall, I'm thrilled with the book and eagerly await the next! I look forward to forcing this title upon all of my friends, demanding that they read it so that they can keep their eyes open for my real life Lord Blakely.
I loved Milan's humor and the unique characters that she created. Not only was this story sweet, sexy and touching, but I also never knew what to expect. A very refreshing historical read. I'm looking forward to the story of Gareth's cousin Ned (who plays a large role in this one and is super adorable) in August's Trial by Desire. Milan's prequel novella, which features Gareth's man of business, can be found in The Heart of Christmas. It's called 'This Wicked Gift' and it's just as good as Proof of Seduction.
I have been looking forward to Courtney Milan's first book since first reading about it on her blog over a year and a half ago, and it was well worth the wait. It's difficult to know where to begin. The first thing that tempted me to read Milan's work was her clear knowledge of the period in question. The second was the hero's interest in ornithology. Duch a delightfully nerdy hobby for a Marquess! And it's the unique hero and heroine that make this book stand out. Our hero, as I said, is a man of science who would be much happier in Brazil than managing his estate, although he takes that responsibility seriously. And although he's not a nerd in the stereotypical sense outwardly, he does have the intensity (and the tendency to discuss intimate activities in terms of "research") that one would expect of a man of science at heart. Our heroine is a sham fortune teller. Both of them have been isolated throughout their lives. She, in particular, is terrified of being abandoned again, whereas he has never quite learned how to be close to people. The story of their learning how to trust each other is told with great wit and great eroticism where appropriate. If you are a fan of Kalen Hughes or Delilah Marvelle and need another historically believable yet extremely atypical set of protagonists to hold you over, pick this up. You'll find yourself as eager for the sequel, Trial by Desire, as I am.
I've read a lot of historical fiction and it all starts to blur after a while, but Milan has something different here, bringing a much needed fresh twist to the genre. I loved the character of Madame Esmerelda/Jenny, the fortune teller with secretes of her own. She just worked so well for me. I liked the men Lord Gareth Blakely and his cousin Ned as well, but Jenny just shone, as a woman torn by the few options left to a woman of gentle breeding but no money. Her vulnerability and common sense, her innnate goodness and sensuality, it just worked. A keeper, and the best 19th century romance I've read in a long while.
this was well outside of my preferred reading, but i figured i'd give it a chance. i can't say it was awful, but it was far from amazing. as long as you don't have any high expectations for literary brilliance, you'll probably be left mostly satisfied here.the characters were mostly believable, although they held little depth or substance. gareth was probably the most intriguing of the lot, bringing some spice to the otherwise vanilla cast. the plot was unique, but was very thinly held together and didn't really work for me. like i said, it wasn't awful, but it could have been better.if you like romance novels, i can see how this could be a very enjoyable book to pick up. thankfully, for me, it was a quick read (less than 300 pages, according to the e-reader) and i can move on to something more my tastes now
This was not one of tje best books i read but u can see the start of someone who i know as time went on got better ...
the characters were pretty great, very interesting and different and well-rounded. the plot was very lacking. The writing was not descriptive, but very long-winded in abstract things. Also, i felt like a lot of times the author was trying to impress us with her vast vocabulary instead of strengthening the actual story.
I have read well over 200 romance novels. This is One of the smartest, funniest and sexiest romances I have read in awhile. I laughed out loud at this.
I adore Regency Romance. This book has led me to the discovery if another great author.
I love the way Milan write her novels. The characters have depth and are flawed in ways that makes them all more real and lovable. Milan turns a simple tale of love into something so much more!