by Imogene Nix
Miss Elspeth’s Desire
by
Imogene Nix
Miss Elspeth’s Desire
Copyright © 2018, Imogene Nix
ISBN: 9781949300048
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Electronic Publication: July 2018
Editor: Sassie Lewis
Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Back Cover Copy
Elspeth Forster, the eldest spinster sister and part owner of Forster Shipping Line, has never known passion. But that's about to change.
After their youngest sister marries, Elspeth and her middle sister Isabelle decide to use their ships for more than just business by taking the adventure of a lifetime. In India she might find a man who can teach her all the things that will keep her warm in her advancing age. But she never expected that an unscheduled stop would put her within Aeddan Fitzsimmon's sights.
Returning from a top-secret mission, English spy, Aeddan Fitzsimmons, finds passage on the Zephyr, a vessel in the Forster fleet. From the moment he steps aboard, the statuesque redhead entices him like no other ever has. Now in India he has a new mission: keep the elegant Elspeth safe from those who'd use her connections for their own purposes, while wooing her into his bed.
Content Warning: this book features tantric practices, hot men, spies, and danger, together with a woman of a certain age throwing caution to the winds
Dedication
To my husband, who just accepts my odd research suggestions… Because he’s fantastic.
Chapter 1
The house was silent save the ticking of the clock in the hall.
Elspeth Forster sat in the drawing room of the house she shared with her two younger sisters, Isabelle and Louisa. The morning sun peeked through the mullioned windows, and she soaked up the rays, letting them warm her cold body.
Winter seems to have lasted forever.
With care, she rose and placed the book she’d been inspecting on the small table beside her chair. Elspeth brushed down the bodice of her green gown and straightened the tiny, cream, silk bows. Her gown fit perfectly. In her mind she conjured up the vision she’d seen this morning in her looking glass of a tall, large-breasted woman. Absently, she glanced beyond the glass panes to the place she’d rather be...the water.
Elspeth schooled her face, ensuring it betrayed none of her frustration as she padded over the floors. She wanted to be outside or at the very least down at her office near the wharf. At the passing of their father, three years previously, she and her sisters had inherited Forster Shipping, and that had become the saving grace of her cloying life.
If only I’d been born a boy! She sighed. Sadly, she hadn’t, and she had to accept the restrictions of her gender.
She and Isabelle had been debating calling their manager home to discuss business. Of course, she’d also discarded that thought. Their inability to meet with the man here stemmed from their younger sister, Louisa’s, soon-to-be happy situation, because the gently born didn’t participate in trade. If he were here when Louisa’s prospective suitor was...well, that would just be a step too far.
The restriction that required both herself and Isabelle to remain at home chafed Elspeth in particular. A new shipment of silks were due. Spices too, she’d noted in the ledger yesterday. Her enquiring mind demanded she be among the first to gaze on the prize, to inhale the subtle echoes of scents from remote locations which remained on the cloth—something both she and her sister gained a vicarious pleasure from—before the rich bounty was shipped off to locales throughout the length of England.
Isabelle, who was the only person that knew how restricted she felt, touched her hand. “’Tis only because of our advanced ages, Elspeth. We must be thankful that our father was enlightened enough to allow us to inherit the shipping business. That gives us the opportunity to enjoy such things as come via our ships.”
Elspeth stilled at the window, considering Isabelle’s strained words. Her mind tossed them over as she inspected the glittering ocean, soothing herself.
“I’d rather be inspecting the incoming cargo.” Hunger filled her words. The silks fascinated her. Touching them, knowing that no one else in this country had seen them before her. It fed the emptiness that seemed to grow year upon year.
No one else would understand, or allow her to express her vain wishes…except Isabelle.
“You’ve been cooped up inside for too long, Elspeth. As have I.”
She inclined her head. Isabelle’s words rang true, in that they were stuck here in the house until the matter of Louisa’s future was settled. Their sister Louisa eagerly awaited a call from her suitor, Mr. Jeremy Lavenwood, at any time, and they were hopeful that he would make an offer for her hand.
Please let that be today!
He was the third son of a local squire and quite over his head for their sister. Just as she was for him. Jeremy was an acceptable match for a captain’s daughter. Not so high that she would be uncomfortable in the society he kept, but not so low that he would be embarrassed by her trade-immured connections.
He had the added bonus of Louisa’s dowry. Their father had settled three thousand pounds on each of his daughters. A significant amount by anyone’s standards.
Vibration filled the air beside her. Elspeth half-turned to see a look she’d never before noted on her sister’s countenance.
“I was thinking, Elspeth, perhaps if this all comes to pass... Maybe you and I could make a tour of our trading routes? It would help us to strengthen our plans for the future. We’d be able to learn more, and possibly choose things that men of trade might pass over.” Isabelle’s voice was careful, as if she fought off excitement at the idea. She lowered herself into a nearby seat as she stared at Elspeth.
Elspeth stilled. She weighed her sister’s words. Could they? Her stomach trembled with anticipation at the thought.
Adventure. We could travel.
She looked swiftly toward Isabelle, who waited, her entire body tense, where she’d perched herself on the edge of the chaise. She understood the banked fire in her sister. Elspeth felt the sense of excitement too.
“Perhaps we could discuss this...but later, I think.”
Isabelle’s gaze shuttered, and Elspeth reached out, briefly touching her sister’s hand before drawing back.
“It does have merit, Isabelle. Yet we must look to Louisa first.” She spoke carefully as the heavy wood door swung open and their sister entered the room.
Louisa’s demure gown of gold and cream brocade suited her coloring and the tumble of thick, brown hair elegantly piled atop her head. She smiled and fluttered into the seat by Isabelle, adjusting her shawl. This lifestyle suited their youngest sister admirably.
“Mr. Lavenwood should be here soon.” Louisa’s tone betrayed her excitement.
Elspeth felt a pang of envy, which she squashed quickly. Her sister would stay here within the confines of this small community. Louisa was happy to settle down with a nice, young man. She’d be happy, content even, to marry, raise children, and remain in this tiny settlement. For Elspeth and Isabelle though, it was cloying.
Elspeth had noted the connection between the couple, including the long glances and charming blushes, many months ago. She’d fanned the interest in her sister, encouraged the match, and hopefully it was about to come to pass. Pleasure, vicarious though it was, filled El
speth at her sister’s good fortune.
In her younger years, she’d yearned for someone to offer for her. She’d dreamed of setting up her own house, but as the years had rolled on that dream had withered and died. Now there’d be no wedding in the local chapel for her. She was past her prime, and no man could possibly want her.
At seven and twenty, she knew that to be the truth. Her sister, Isabelle, had shared her fate. Spinster aunt. That was the best she—they—could hope for.
The idea of traveling offered a new source of pleasure. It would soothe the craving of her soul. Elspeth turned away, so her back warmed from the heat of the sun.
The view of a ship, sails furled, at the dock had suddenly become too much. The ship was likely one of the Forster fleet. If she’d been born a male, it would have been her right to captain it. To travel to far-flung places and interact with the world. She wanted to travel, feel the sway of the decks beneath her feet. The salty air always invigorated her, and the cry of the gulls was like music to her mind. But society demanded she watch from afar, safe within the confines of home.
Her father had been adamant that his daughters should be as at home on the ships as on land. And until their mother’s death, they’d journeyed regularly with him. Then her aunts had stepped in, forbidding that small taste of freedom.
Elspeth sighed, focusing once more on the tableau in the drawing room.
“Should he offer, where will you reside?” Elspeth raised the question she and Isabelle had discussed the night before.
Louisa screwed her face up into a grimace. “Well, as he hasn’t formally offered for me, we haven’t discussed such things.”
Now a frown marred Louisa’s face, and Isabelle nodded at Elspeth, who drew a deep breath.
“Louisa, both Elspeth and I have thought long and hard. You’d both be welcome, if you wished, to reside here.”
Elspeth glanced at Isabelle, girded her loins, then looked to her younger sister. Elspeth could no longer remain here in this house, with the constant reminder of what she would never have—a husband and children of her own. “There is plenty of room, and besides which, Isabelle and I have an interest in traveling to see the ports at which we trade, and on our return, we intend to take a house in town.”
Louisa’s mouth dropped open, and Elspeth felt a spurt of frustration at the reaction, but that subsided when Isabelle whirled in her direction. Even as Elspeth made to step closer to her sister, to explain, the sound of feet in the hallway beyond intruded.
The door opened and their maid, Millicent, bobbed. “Mr. Lavenwood, Miss.” The words were met with another tiny, bobbed curtsey, and then the black-clad woman pushed the door all the way open.
The young man entered the room, and his first glance, as always, was to Louisa before he greeted Elspeth and Isabelle.
“Mr. Lavenwood. We received your missive. You wished to talk with us?”
Jeremy Lavenwood’s gaze darted around the room before returning to Louisa. He blushed deeply. “Indeed, Miss Forster. Miss Isabelle.” He acknowledged them both as Elspeth moved to the large arm chair that she’d made her own.
Sinking down to the velvet padding, she waited for Jeremy to settle beside Louisa. Always the gentleman, he would never be so gauche as to take a seat before the ladies.
“Yes. That is...” He looked around. “Miss Louisa’s guardian isn’t here?”
Elspeth contained herself. “Our father was a trifle unusual. At our majority we came into our portions. She no longer has a guardian.” Jeremy looked discomposed, but Elspeth smiled.
“Mr. Lavenwood, I promise whatever you wish to discuss will be kept within these walls.” Isabelle joined the conversation for the first time, and Jeremy nodded.
“Of course, ladies. I…” He fumbled with the kerchief at the breast of his waistcoat, inhaled a ragged breath that left him trembling, then his gaze settled on Elspeth. “I wish to make an offer for Miss Louisa’s hand.”
Elspeth eyed the man sitting opposite.
He’s come up to scratch.
Louisa beamed and caught her eye. For a moment, Mr. Lavenwood looked helpless, then he looked at Louisa and the worry on his face disappeared.
Taking control of the situation, Elspeth reclined further in the chair and steepled her fingers. “Mr. Lavenwood?”
His gaze jerked back in her direction.
Elspeth smiled. “By all means, let us hear your offer.”
* * * *
The wedding was done. Louisa was safely wed to Mr. Lavenwood on a sunny Wednesday in May. The mad rush that had filled the house over the last several weeks had been successfully concluded, and even their aunts could find nothing to fault. With the wedding complete, the guests finally departed, and the house settled back into its usual peaceful routine.
“God, but I’m exhausted.” Isabelle slumped on the chaise and fanned herself.
Elspeth knew the summer heat had sapped her sister’s energy. Elspeth was glad to have divested herself of the heavy finery required to push her sister out in style, and now they were able to return to their comfortable clothes and style once more. Yet, unlike previously, when they’d successfully negotiated a major event, there was no lingering sense of satisfaction.
Isabelle broke with the rules of society, wearing her hair down. Her blonde ringlets cascaded around her shoulders and glinted in the sunlight filtering through the windows.
Elspeth breathed as deeply as possible. The forest green, silk gown and the corset beneath it were looser than the gown she’d worn earlier, yet still constricted her breathing. It hadn’t stopped her slumping into her favorite winged chair. The windows were open, and the scent of the ocean breeze rushed through the house.
“At least no one will bother us now,” Elspeth said.
They remained silent, two women each considering the what next in their lives.
“So, sister. Today we rest. Tomorrow we plan.” Elspeth smiled broadly.
Isabelle’s gaze turned in her direction.
“Yes, dearest. We must decide where and when.”
Isabelle screeched her happiness at Elspeth’s words then sobered. “What is there to plan, Elspeth? There are two ships due in the next week. They have a set route. What more discussion could there possibly be?” Isabelle’s eyes now held a hint of mischief.
Elspeth nodded in agreement. She’d been considering ideas in the last three weeks, since they’d last had an opportunity to talk freely. Until now, the house had been awhirl with planning and fripperies, fittings and ordering, seating arrangements and familial visits.
“I have been thinking about your idea of traveling. We are not young ladies. We are mature. Capable. I believe the idea of visiting our trading partners is wise and appropriate.” Elspeth measured every word, letting them settle in the silence between the two sisters.
Isabelle shot upright in her chair. “You mean it, Elspeth? I mean, before you intimated...”
Excitement left Isabelle glowing, and Elspeth smiled at her sister’s response.
“Louisa is finally married. Settled with her husband. And once they return, they will be considering setting up a nursery. Her attention will be even more limited, while we still have our trading business to consider. Jeremy may take over running our sister’s share, but to be honest, she’s had little to do with the day-to-day aspects of the trade since the beginning, and I don’t expect he will be interested either. That leaves us to make the decisions.”
Elspeth curled her hand over the heavy, dark carving of her chair, and for a moment, she imagined the gnarled claw of her father’s hand replacing the smooth knob of the seat. You would have approved our plans, Papa. Likely he’d even suggest which route was the most appropriate. How I miss your presence and counsel.
“Actually, I had even considered taking a house in town, leaving the manor for Louisa and Jeremy on our return,” Elspeth said.
Isabelle bounced, clasping her hands together, then her face shadowed, and Elspeth was intrigued. “I would li
ke to meet people, Elspeth.” She spoke quietly, but with a sly smile. “We’ve been hidden away here since Papa died. I’d like to meet a man...” She broke off, and Elspeth jerked back in her seat.
“Indeed?” Emotions jumbled inside her. Her sister wasn’t as settled to spinsterhood as she’d thought.
“Oh, Elspeth. You can’t tell me that hasn’t crossed your mind. What about when Sir Ludovic was here several summers ago? You found him as intriguing as most of the other women.”
Indeed, he’d had a presence that had drawn women to him, like bees to the honeypot. But he’d wooed most of the young girls of the district, dashing any last hopes she’d harbored. And when he’d married… Those thoughts are best forgotten, my girl.
Elspeth nodded slowly. “Indeed I did. But one has to be careful in one’s own town.”
An idea tantalized and teased. She and her sister were now firmly on the shelf. They would become the maiden aunts to Louisa’s family, but settling for a long, lonely existence made her ache. At one point she’d hoped and imagined that she too would find love. She’d wanted to marry and raise a family of her own. But now it was too late.
Her father had died and she, together with Isabelle, had taken control of Forster Shipping. She’d enjoyed the challenge, but it left her little time initially to participate in courting rituals. Then, once she’d finally had the time, her chances had come and gone. Too many years had passed.
Elspeth was no fool. Marriage wasn’t for her. Not now. Perhaps she could still experience the pleasures of the flesh though. She’d heard the maids talking, and their whispers and giggles had intrigued her.
“Elspeth? I’m five and twenty. You, at seven and twenty, know that we’re now too old to expect anything other than widowers looking for mothers for their children or old men. I, for one, do not envisage that kind of marriage for my future. If a spinster I must be, then I will at least have some pleasure to remember.”
