From the Design Book of Marcelline Noirot:
The allure of the perfect gown should be twofold:
ladies would die to wear it . . .
and gentlemen would kill to remove it!
Brilliant and ambitious dressmaker Marcelline Noirot
is London's rising star. And who better to benefit
from her talent than the worst-dressed lady in the ton,
the Duke of Clevedon's intended bride? Winning the
future duchess's patronage means prestige and fortune
for Marcelline and her sisters. To get to the lady,
though, Marcelline must win over Clevedon, whose
standards are as high as his morals are . . . not.
The prize seems well worth the riskbut this time
Marcelline's met her match. Clevedon can
design a seduction as irresistible as her dresses;
and what begins as a flicker of desire between two
of the most passionately stubborn charmers
in London soon ignites into a delicious inferno . . .
and a blazing scandal.
And now both their futures hang by an
exquisite thread of silk . . .
About the Author
After a heroic attempt to be an English major forever, Loretta Chase stoically accepted her degree but kept on reading and writing. As well as working in academe, she had an enlightening, if brief, life in retail and a Dickensian six-month experience as a meter maid. In the course of moonlighting as a corporate video scriptwriter, she succumbed to the charm of a producer, who lured her into writing novels . . . and marrying him. The union has resulted in what seems like an awful lot of books and quite a few awards, including the Romance Writers of America's RITA®.
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Silk is for Seduction
By Loretta Chase
AvonCopyright © 2011 Loretta Chase
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Chapter OneTHE LADIES' DRESS-MAKER. Under this head
we shall include not only the business of a Mantua
Maker, but also of a Milliner . . . In the Milliner,
taste and fancy are required; with a quickness
in discerning, imitating, and improving upon
various fashions, which are perpetually changing
among the higher circles.
The Book of English Trades,
and Library of the Useful Arts, 1818
Marcelline, Sophia, and Leonie Noirot, sisters and
proprietresses of Maison Noirot, Fleet Street,
West Chancery Lane, were all present when Lady Renfrew,
wife of Sir Joseph Renfrew, dropped her bombshell.
Dark-haired Marcelline was shaping a papillon bow
meant to entice her ladyship into purchasing Marcelline's
latest creation. Fair-haired Sophia was restoring to order
one of the drawers ransacked earlier for one of their more
demanding customers. Leonie, the redhead, was adjusting
the hem of the lady's intimate friend, Mrs. Sharp.
Though it was merely a piece of gossip dropped casually
into the conversation, Mrs. Sharp shriekedquite as
though a bomb had gone offand stumbled and stepped
on Leonie's hand.
Leonie did not swear aloud, but Marcelline saw her
lips form a word she doubted their patrons were accustomed
Oblivious to any bodily injury done to insignificant
dressmakers, Mrs. Sharp said, "The Duke of Clevedon
"Yes," said Lady Renfrew, looking smug.
"Yes," said Lady Renfrew. "I have it on the very best
"What happened? Did Lord Longmore threaten to
Any dressmaker aspiring to clothe ladies of the upper
orders stayed au courant with the latter's doings.
Consequently, Marcelline and her sisters were familiar with all
the details of this story. They knew that Gervaise Angier,
the seventh Duke of Clevedon, had once been the ward
of the Marquess of Warford, the Earl of Longmore's
father. They knew that Longmore and Clevedon were the
best of friends. They knew that Clevedon and Lady Clara
Fairfax, the eldest of Longmore's three sisters, had been
intended for each other since birth. Clevedon had doted
on her since they were children. He'd never shown any
inclination to court anyone else, though he'd certainly
had liaisons aplenty of the other sort, especially during
his three years on the Continent.
While the pair had never been officially engaged, that
was regarded as a mere technicality. All the world had
assumed the duke would marry her as soon as he returned
with Longmore from their Grand Tour. All the world had
been shocked when Longmore came back alone a year
ago, and Clevedon continued his life of dissipation on the
Apparently, someone in the family had run out of
patience, because Lord Longmore had traveled to Paris a
fortnight ago. Rumor agreed he'd done so specifically to
confront his friend about the long-delayed nuptials.
"I believe he threatened to horsewhip him, but of that
one cannot be certain," said Lady Renfrew. "I was told
only that Lord Longmore went to Paris, that he said or
threatened something, with the result that his grace promised
to return to London before the King's Birthday."
Though His Majesty had been born in August, his birthday
was to be celebrated this year on the 28th of May.
Since none of the Noirot sisters did anything so
obvious as shriek or stumble or even raise an eyebrow, no
onlooker would have guessed they regarded this news as
They went on about their business, attending to the
two ladies and the others who entered their establishment.
That evening, they sent the seamstresses home at
the usual hour and closed the shop. They went upstairs
to their snug lodgings and ate their usual light supper.
Marcelline told her six-year-old daughter, Lucie Cordelia,
a story before putting her to bed at her usual bedtime.
Lucie was sleeping the sleep of the innocentor as
innocent as was possible for any child born into their
ramshackle familywhen the three sisters crept down the
stairs to the workroom of their shop.
Everyday, a grubby little boy delivered the latest set
of scandal sheets as soon as they were printedusually
before the ink was dryto the shop's back door. Leonie
collected today's lot and spread them out on the work
table. The sisters began to scan the columns.
"Here it is," Marcelline said after a moment. " 'Earl
of L____ returned from Paris last night . . . We're
informed that a certain duke, currently residing in the
French capital, has been told in no uncertain terms
that Lady C_____ was done awaiting his pleasure . . .
his grace expected to return to London in time for the
King's Birthday . . . engagement to be announced at a
ball at Warford House at the end of the Season . . .
wedding before summer's end.' "
She passed the report to Leonie, who read, "'Should
the gentleman fail to keep his appointment, the lady will
consider their 'understanding' a misunderstanding.' " She
laughed. "Then follow some interesting surmises regarding
which gentleman will be favored in his place."
She pushed the periodical toward Sophia, who was
shaking her head. "She'd be a fool to give him up," she
said. "A dukedom, for heaven's sake. How many are
there? And an unmarried duke who's young, handsome,
and healthy? I can count them on one finger." She stabbed
her index finger at the column. "Him."
"I wonder what the hurry is about," Marcelline said.
"She's only one and twenty."
"And what's she got to do but go to plays, operas,
balls, dinners, routs, and so on?" said Leonie. "An aristocratic
girl who's got looks, rank, and a respectable dowry
wouldn't ever have to worry about attracting suitors. This
girl . . ."
She didn't have to complete the sentence.
They'd seen Lady Clara Fairfax on several occasions.
She was stunningly beautiful: fair-haired and blue-eyed
in the classic English rose mode. Since her numerous
endowments included high rank, impeccable lineage, and a
splendid dowry, men threw themselves at her, right and
"Never again in her life will that girl wield so much
power over men," Marcelline said. "I say she might wait
until her late twenties to settle down."
"I reckon Lord Warford never expected the duke to
stay away for so long," said Sophy.
"He always was under the marquess's thumb, they
say," Leonie said. "Ever since his father drank himself to
death. One can't blame his grace for bolting."
"I wonder if Lady Clara was growing restless," Sophy
said. "No one seemed worried about Clevedon's absence,
even when Longmore came home without him."
"Why worry?" said Marcelline. "To all intents and
purposes, they're betrothed. Breaking with Lady Clara
would mean breaking with the whole family."
"Maybe another beau appeared on the sceneone
Lord Warford doesn't care for," said Leonie.
"More likely Lady Warford doesn't care for other
beaux," said Sophy. "She wouldn't want to let a dukedom
slip through her hands."
"I wonder what threat Longmore used," Sophy said.
"They're both reputed to be wild and violent. He couldn't
have threatened pistols at dawn. Killing the duke would
be antithetical to his purpose. Maybe he simply offered to
pummel his grace into oblivion."
"That I should like to see," Marcelline said.
"And I" said Sophy.
"And I" said Leonie.
"A pair of good-looking aristocratic men fighting,"
Marcelline said, grinning. Since Clevedon had left
London several weeks before she and her sisters had
arrived from Paris, they hadn't, to date, clapped eyes on
him. They were aware, though, that all the world deemed
him a handsome man. "There's a sight not to be missed.
Too bad we shan't see it."
"On the other hand, a duke's wedding doesn't happen
every dayand I'd begun to think this one wouldn't
happen in our lifetime," Sophy said.
"It'll be the wedding of the year, if not the decade,"
Leonie said. "The bridal dress is only the beginning.
She'll want a trousseau and a completely new wardrobe
befitting her position. Everything will be of superior quality.
Reams of blond lace. The finest silks. Muslin as light
as air. She'll spend thousands upon thousands."
For a moment, the three sisters sat quietly contemplating
this vision, in the way pious souls contemplated Paradise.
Marcelline knew Leonie was calculating those thousands
down to the last farthing. Under the untamable
mane of red hair was a hardheaded businesswoman. She
had a fierce love of money and all the machinations
involving it. She labored lovingly over her ledgers and
accounts and such. Marcelline would rather clean privies
than look at a column of figures.
But each sister had her strengths. Marcelline, the eldest,
was the only one who physically resembled her father. For
all she knew, she was the only one of them who truly was
his daughter. She had certainly inherited his fashion sense,
imagination, and skill in drawing. She'd inherited as well
his passion for fine things, but thanks to the years spent in
Paris learning the dressmaking trade from Cousin Emma,
hers and her sisters' feelings in this regard went deeper.
What had begun as drudgerya trade learned in childhood,
purely for survivalhad become Marcelline's life
and her love. She was not only Maison Noirot's designer
but its soul.
Sophia, meanwhile, had a flair for drama, which she
turned to profitable account. A fair-haired, blue-eyed
innocent on the outside and a shark on the inside, Sophy
could sell sand to Bedouins. She made stonyhearted
moneylenders weep and stingy matrons buy the shop's
most expensive creations.
"Only think of the prestige," Sophy said. "The Duchess
of Clevedon will be a leader of fashion. Where she
goes, everyone will follow."
"She'll be a leader of fashion in the right hands,"
Marcelline said. "At present . . ."
A chorus of sighs filled the pause.
"Her taste is unfortunate," said Leonie.
"Her mother," said Sophy.
"Her mother's dressmaker, to be precise," said Leonie.
"Hortense the Horrible," they said in grim unison.
Hortense Downes was the proprietress of Downes's,
the single greatest obstacle to their planned domination
of the London dressmaking trade.
At Maison Noirot, the hated rival's shop was known
"Stealing her from Dowdy's would be an act of charity,
really," said Marcelline.
Silence followed while they dreamed their dreams.
Once they stole one customer, others would follow.
The women of the beau monde were sheep. That could
work to one's advantage, if only one could get the sheep
moving in the right direction. The trouble was, not nearly
enough high-ranking women patronized Maison Noirot
because none of their friends did. Very few were ready to
try something new.
In the course of the shop's nearly three-year existence,
they'd lured a number of ladies, like Lady Renfrew. But
she was merely the wife of a recently knighted gentleman,
and the others of their customers were, like her, gentry or
newly rich. The highest echelons of the tonthe
duchesses and marchionesses and countesses and suchstill
went to more established shops like Dowdy's.
Though their work was superior to anything their
London rivals produced, Maison Noirot still lacked the
prestige to draw the ladies at the top of the list of precedence.
"It took ten months to pry Lady Renfrew out of
Dowdy's clutches," said Sophy.
They'd succeeded because her ladyship had overheard
Dowdy's forewoman, Miss Oakes, say the eldest daughter's
bodices were difficult to fit correctly, because her
breasts were shockingly mismatched.
An indignant Lady Renfrew had canceled a huge order
for mourning and come straight to Maison Noirot, which
her friend Lady Sharp had recommended.
During the fitting, Sophy had told the weeping eldest
daughter that no woman in the world had perfectly matching
breasts. She also told Miss Renfrew that her skin was
like satin, and half the ladies of the beau monde would envy
her décolleté. When the Noirot sisters were done dressing
the young lady, she nearly swooned with happiness. It was
reported that her handsomely displayed figure caused several
young men to exhibit signs of swooning, too.
"We don't have ten months this time," Leonie said.
"And we can't rely on that vicious cat at Dowdy's to insult
Lady Warford. She's a marchioness, after all, not the
lowly wife of a mere knight."
"We have to catch her quickly, or the chance is gone
forever," said Sophy. "If Dowdy's get the Duchess of
Clevedon's wedding dress, they'll get everything else."
"Not if I get there first," Marcelline said.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book is so good! So refreshing! I read alot of romance novels and this one is one of the best and a favorite of mine. The heroine is so very interesting, its nice to read a historical romance that isnt about a devil duke who ravishes the virginal miss but rather a woman who knows herself and is confident and brings more to the story than blushes and outrage. It kept me riveted throught the entire story!
This was a great read. The story line was a departure from the usual and as a result really held my interest. I loved the whole aspect of the heroine not being a "good girl" but rather someone with flaws but not annoying so. I would love to read about the other two sisters. I highly recommend this book.
A breath-holding air of expectancy ripples through Silk is for Seduction. Like the subtle whisper of silk brushing against a trouser leg, the hum of sexual tension charges the atmosphere around Marcelline Noirot and the Duke of Clevedon. The Duke, known as a seducer of only the crème de la crème of aristocratic beauties, gets blindsided by "of all things" a dressmaker, albeit a dressmaker that turns heads and snarls traffic during Passion Week in Paris. Jaded and knowing he must return to England and take up his responsibilities as Duke, Clevedon finds he is fascinated by the plain-spoken, beautiful, gambling businesswoman who is in Paris to promote her dress shop in London, even though she is the most aggravating woman he has ever met. The Noirot sisters: Marcelline, Leonie, and Sophy as well as six-year-old Lucie are born manipulators and hone that talent regularly. Leonie is their money manager and organizer. Sophy does public relations and writes enticing advertising, while Marcelline designs out-of-this-world clothing for ladies and brings in business in a most unique manner. Marcelline's primary mission in Paris is to snare the Duke's attention so he will want the Noirot Shop to dress his duchess-supposedly Lady Clara Warford who has waited patiently in England while Clevedon sowed his wild oats all over the continent. He has bedded the "best" but finds Marcelline's grace, beauty, and style unforgettable. She is a tempestuous masterpiece who tells him upfront her intent is mercenary. She runs a business to support her family and has no designs on him other than to lighten his pocketbook as he pays for his duchess's style-setting attire from the Noirot Shop. She even tells him that he has no purpose in life. He just drifts along looking for entertainment. Yet, in her heart she feels he is not a "mean-spirited" man. The stir and magic they create, the delightful humor, and the guessing of who is "outfoxing" whom swirls the reader along through the pitfalls of Paris and London Society, churns up the stomach with a savage sea storm, and makes adrenaline pump with a thief and a fire. However, the bond that forms and binds Marcelline and the Duke is the centerpiece of the story. There is nothing boring about these two special people that ultimately unleash the best in each other. The secondary characters function for the most part to highlight the hero and heroine. However, the indomitable little Lucie, aka Erroll, wraps everyone around her little finger, more especially the Duke of Clevedon. She brings out the very best in him and awakens true feelings that had be crammed deep down ever since the death of his mother and sister. Lucie is indeed a little minx-a chip off the old block. With her beautiful blue eyes, she charms in such a manner that she just might be a princess. Loretta Chases descriptions, metaphors, and characterizations make the story sparkle and her love scenes are earth-shattering. I invite you to read and see how silk seduces--exciting. Originally posted at The Long and Short of It Romance Reviews
Great book! Read it twice.
I loved the main characters in this book and thought about them a lot after finishing the book. I am looking forward to the other two sisters books.
Started out pretty slow read and I thought Oh No Loretta Chase has lost her touch. But it picked up. So stay with it and the story gets better.
The chemistry between these two was irresistable.
Read it in one night . Characters were interesting and strong.Would recommen it to anyone who enjoys romance with substances
I liked Lord of Scoundrels for her great storyline, BUT this was SUPER predictable.
This book starts out strong. However, it fizzles half way through.
This is now in my top five favorites book collection! I couldn't put it down from the start.
My goodness, where do I even start to describe how enjoyable this book was! Loved the characters and the storyline. There were so many twists and turns where I despaired of the main characters getting to their HEA which made it all the more intriguing. Loved the ambition, resilience, intelligence, craft, skill, etc that the Noirot ladies were endowed with. Loved little Lucie with all her guile and feistiness. This was truly a treat and I was loathe for it to end.
When I picked this up, I was looking for a light and fluffy book of historical fiction to use as a palate cleanser between more meaty books. That was not what I got! This story was wonderful. It was filled with intense emotion. It was also a very good look at what a rigid class structure is like. Marcelline is in trade. While she has aristocratic ancestry, they were not the upstanding, honorable type of aristocrats. They were the black sheep of their families. She has been raised without moral code or scruples and is an excellent forger, liar, and actress. She is also a brilliant dress designer. When her parents, beloved cousin and husband die of cholera she travels to London with her two younger sisters and her daughter to make a life for herself and them. To be successful they need to attract aristocratic clients to their dress shop.Marcelline travels to France to win the interest of the Duke of Clevedon so that he will have his intended bride buy her clothing from Marcelline's shop. Her intentions are purely mercenary as she sets out to fascinate and intrigue him. She isn't at all expecting to be fascinated and intrigued herself but Clevedon is more than she expects.Clevedon is a typical historical romance hero. He is handsome, arrogant, spoiled and bored. But he is also intelligent and damaged by an unfortunate childhood. These two people should never have met. They should never have fallen in love. Both will have to overcome major obstacles in order to be together.This was an intense read with strong characters and an interesting story. The story is lightened by the antics of Marcelline's daughter Lucie who is a very charming and willful six-year-old who manages to wrap everyone around her fingers.I recommend this one to lovers of historical romances. It was great!
Loretta Chase is so good at creating chemistry between intelligent, appealing characters. And she does that quite ably in 'Silk Is for Seduction.' Chase fans may rejoice and read.However, incredible suspension of disbelief is required. Those who demand believability from a romance novel had best pass.
Chase writes well and is good at characterization, but duke's don't marry shopkeepers. They just don't. And if they do, it's not a happy ever after, not for them and not for their children. Chase did finally acknowledge that fact, and even have her heroine lay out all the--very real--reasons why it's a very bad idea. She managed to finesse it, but I spent the entire book distracted by the total implausibility.Add half a star if you can suspend your disbelief in the marital mismatch.
Silk is for Seduction by Loretta Chase gave me a surprise. I¿d read a couple of Loretta¿s other books and was less than impressed. The synopsis of this one intrigued me, so I decided to give it a try. I ended up falling absolutely in love with it!Marcelline Noirot (or, as she is called through most of the book: Noirot) is the oldest of three sisters and a dressmaker. Her family has a checkered and scandalous past that she is determined to overcome ¿ for her sisters and her daughter. When she hears that the most eligible of London¿s bachelors, the Duke of Clevedon, is finally coming home from his travels to marry, she knows she needs his future duchess as a customer so she can take her business to the next level. She goes so far as to chase him down in Paris to convince him that she is the dressmaker of choice for his bride.What she didn¿t foresee is the explosive chemistry immediately obvious between herself and the duke. As far as he is concerned, resistance is futile. As soon as he lays eyes on her nothing will do but to have her. She doesn¿t come easily though ¿ their interactions are absolutely phenomenally written. Their characters are explored in-depth and we come to know them on a level rarely achieved in historical romance. The icing on the cake is when the story heads back to London and Noirot¿s daughter becomes a part of the story. If you don¿t absolutely melt at the way the duke handles her ¿ you probably don¿t have a heart. I teared up more than once ¿ incredibly adorable.Also rare in historical romance novels is a plot that isn¿t just a throwaway. Usually I¿m impatient to read though the ridiculous nonsense to get to the character interaction. Not so in this story. The added drama of Clevedon¿s fiancée along with the treachery afoot in the dressmaker¿s studio are both extremely well thought out and interesting.Seriously y¿all, this is a book that has it all! Definitely a must read for historical romance fans. Also highly recommended for those of you that, like myself, were less than impressed with some of the other Loretta Chase books you¿ve read. Prepare to fall in love with this one!
I simply loved this book! I'm not surprised, it has everything, humor, sensuality, a fantastic, strong, heroine and an irresistible hero. *sigh* Marcelline's daughter was so sweet as well - she brought tears to my eyes at one point. I love the notorious DeLucey's, and there were some elements here that reminded me of Chase's other book, Lord Perfect. We even got a glimpse of Lord Hargate! A great addition to Chase's library of great books! A keeper and has primed me for book two in the series!
Attraction & tender feeling between H&h well expressed Enjoyed villain being the competition dress maker Would have like introducing a ton member who knew & exposed the aristocratic scoundrels
Lively, exciting, sexy read and the narrator does a superb This is my first book and audio book by Loretta Chase and another first is Narrator Kate Reading. I want to start out first by saying WOW! This is a lively, exciting, sexy read and the narrator does a superb realistic interpretation of all the different characters and languages while keeping the tempo of the book perfect for the readers interest. I got this series because my profession is custom dressmaking and costumes. Even better I was listening to it while I worked at a theatre and I would start to laugh at various spots of the book and of course the other seamstresses had to know what was so funny. The use of the dress descriptions was perfect in fact quite understandable for us and I could actually see the dresses as we have made costumes like those referred to. This books deals in a bunch of, in my opinion, funny and at time hysterical situations that Marcelline would get in with the Duke of Clevedon. Don't get the wrong idea. This is not a comedy but a well written articulate book. I loved the minute detail the author gives of every scene and action. Clevedon and Marcelline banter with each other while dealing with personal trauma and professional industry sabatoge which adds another element to the storyline making it richer for the reader. I recommend this book for all readers and give the Author and the Narrator both 5 STARS
About 150 pages in and bored to death. The Duke and hid intended are so in love but have some sort of boring love where neither cares what the other does but they write like prison pen pals. Oh, and it's been years since they saw each other because he is busy sleeping his way across the continent. Of course the Duke and the seamstress will fall in love and the nefarious subplot will be uncovered and thwarted at the last minute. Tha fiance will realize she deserves more or loves someone else, or whatever, and all these nice people will be happy at the end. I'm just trying to muster up the will to care what happens and actually read the rest of the book.
I don’t know why I waited so long to read something by Ms. Chase. I’ve bought most of her books and have saved them for my retirement days when I couldn’t afford to buy many books anymore. But I took the plunge and dug out the earliest one of hers I could find. And all of the accolades I’ve read about her writing are true. If you like historical romance, don’t wait to read her books like I did. Ms. Chase’s flair for description and her ability to bring you into the lives of her characters will keep you entranced. I fell in love with Marcelline and the Duke of Clevedon’s story and you will too.