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Madcap Masquerade
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Published by
Dreamspinner Press
4760 Preston Road
Suite 244-149
Frisco, TX 75034
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Madcap Masquerade
Copyright © 2009 by Persephone Roth
Cover Art by Anne Cain annecain.art@gmail.com
Cover Design by Mara McKennen
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by
any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information
storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Publisher, except where
permitted by law. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact Dreamspinner Press,
4760 Preston Road, Suite 244-149, Frisco, TX 75034
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/
ISBN: 978-1-61581-239-4
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition
December 2009
eBook edition available
eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-240-0
Dedicated with respect and affection
to some talented ladies who
had a big impact on my life.
No need to name them here…
they know who they are.
Madcap Masquerade
1
L OEL W OODBINE , D UKE OF M ARCHE , woke at his accustomed
time on the day he learned of his engagement. His valet arrived as
usual, setting down his burdens to pull back a judicious number of
curtains, allowing in just the right amount of light after a late night at
Mrs. Dahlram’s Tearoom. The sun shone from its accustomed seat in
the firmament, several degrees past its zenith. As Marche sat up against
the pillows, the manservant placed the breakfast tray and daily
newspaper over his lap.
“Good morning, Negus,” Marche said. “I trust that it is a good
morning.”
“Aye, that it is. Every day in your employ is a good one, sir.”
Marche looked at the man over the top of the Morning Post . “Oh
dear, have you been unlucky at cards again? If you need a loan, you
have but to ask.”
“Nay, sir. The cards always do well by me. It is the blasted nags
as have a mind of their own.”
“Ah, I see. Let me rephrase my question. Have you made some
ill-considered wagers?”
“Ill-considered.” Negus repeated the term as though savoring a
mouthful of ale. “Your Grace always has the precise word.”
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