My Laird's Seduction: Scottish Historical Romance (A Laird to Love Book 4)
Page 12
“With pleasure,” he swept her up in his arms and started for the hatch. She sighed to herself. She’d likely miss the scenery again today. But, it was a wonderful adventure nonetheless.
The Earl’s Forsaken Bride
A Laird to Love
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tammy Andresen
Lady Elizabeth Chase held her head high, back straight as she’d been taught in finishing school. She could have balanced a teacup upon the top of her head if the situation called for such. She might even be able to balance the basket of laundry she currently carried upon her hip, but it seemed foolish to try.
Her aunt had told her often that carrying herself in such a way only drew unwanted attention. As a woman without a male protector, it was foolish to catch the eye of a man. But she couldn’t help it. Years of being trained to walk with proper carriage was difficult to change.
She had taken to wearing a cape of sorts with the hood pulled over her golden tresses. She allowed the heavy fabric to fall well over her crystal blue eyes so that she could only see a few paces in front of where she walked.
This lack of sight had developed her hearing in the most curious way. As she walked, she first noticed the quieting of the birds, then the crickets ceased their calls. Finally, the rumble of hooves caught her ears along with the distinct sound of carriage wheels.
She stepped well off the road and moved to the edge of the forest, common in this northern part of England. Her dark green cloak made her near impossible to see. It was early autumn and the trees still hung heavy with lush green foliage. She set the woven basket she carried behind a bush.
“Merciful saints,” she mumbled as she watched the elegant coach go by. It was surprising that a carriage was traveling down this particular road. She had nearly returned to her aunt’s cottage and few passed this way save those looking to visit with her aunt.
Turning her head, she took in the details of the carriage. It was gilded with gold leaf, its intricate patterns speaking of wealth she had not seen these two years past. Memories flooded her as the carriage rumbled on and she started toward her aunt’s cottage once again.
The memories were as sharp as if it had happened yesterday, though it could have been another life, it was so different from the one she now led. She remembered sitting in a line of carriages, each as beautiful as the last while she waited to attend her first ball.
That life had been a lie. A carefully crafted ruse designed to attain a husband in the hopes of leveraging her looks to save her father from financial ruin.
But it had been too late. When the debtors had taken everything, her father had ended his own life rather than go to prison and left his only daughter to fend for herself. The distant cousin who’d taken the title had no use for a ward.
Fortunately for Elizabeth, her aunt had taken pity on her and taken her in. A spinster, she had cared for Elizabeth much of her childhood, and the two now survived by doing laundry for others. It was grueling work that had ruined Elizabeth’s once beautiful hands, not that she cared. She was lucky to have a roof over her head and food in her stomach.
Her aunt had encouraged Elizabeth to find a husband before it was too late. But Elizabeth had failed to see the point. That was, until recently when Aunt Mary had fallen ill. She supposed becoming the butcher’s wife provided her with some measure of protection that her hood lacked, but it also opened her up to the same fate she’d already suffered once before. Betrayal by the man who was supposed to protect her. Unfortunately, her aunt needed more care than she could provide. Could Elizabeth risk her own future to help the woman who had taken her in?
Part of her railed against the idea. At least as a laundress she knew she could provide for herself. But another part of her grew more worried for her aunt by the day.
Walking the final bend in the road, surprise rippled through her as the carriage that had passed her earlier came into sight sitting directly in front of her home. It was so large, it nearly blocked the entire cottage from view.
“Drat,” she mumbled. Tucked in her basket of laundry were precious herbs she’d gotten for her aunt’s tea. It was meant to soothe the woman’s cough. She couldn’t very well turn back now, no matter how much she dreaded discovering who waited in that carriage. There could be no good reason why a carriage like that would be sitting outside her home, but her aunt needed her. With a sigh, she continued down the road.
“Tell me again what you wish for in a wife,” Laird Ewan McDougal asked from his seat across the carriage.
Lord Callum Tate, Earl of Blackwood, shifted uncomfortably. Ewan had asked him no less than three times since he’d stepped off the boat that had brought him from Scotland to Northern England. “I’ve already told ye. I want a woman who is willing to bear me bairns and run me house.”
“Yes, you’ve said that. But it doesn’t give me much to go on to truly know if you are right for my cousin. In addition, I don’t understand why you would need me to arrange a match with a woman for those particular requirements. It would seem you would do fine on your own.”
Callum grimaced. This entire trip had, in fact, been his idea. He’d attempted to woo another of Ewan’s relations and had failed. Ainsley McDougal had fallen in love with his best friend, the Earl of Rotheport. The couple had married just days ago, and truly, he was happy for them. It wasn’t that he’d had any depth of feeling for Ainsley, lovely as she was. He was simply tired, down to his very soul, and he needed a fresh start.
Swiping his hand over the scar that ran down cheek and across his neck, he searched for the words that Ewan wanted to hear. “I’ve no desire to court a dewy-eyed lass full of hope and in need of pretty words. I want a woman who understands the arrangement we are entering.”
“And what arrangement is that?” Ewan’s brows lifted over dark, penetrating eyes.
Callum crossed his arms over his chest, returning the stare. “You’ve said the lady has been ruined, correct? I provide her a better life with the full protection my money and title provides. She, in turn, performs her wifely duties.”
Ewan gave a nod. “The lady in question, my second cousin on my mother’s side, has been ruined in that her father only escaped debtors’ prison by committing suicide. I have no idea how much of her innocence remains but I can tell you that she regularly takes in laundry for payment so I doubt she is a regular mistress.”
Callum swore softly under his breath. He didn’t want a dewy-eyed maiden, but that woman had seen her share of hardship and then some. But so had he. He touched the scar again, the product of a bayonet, and his mind flashed to the memories of war. He wondered at times if he’d ever be happy again.
Which was why he couldn’t marry a woman who didn’t understand pain. He’d crush her under the weight of his melancholy. She’d want him to get better and he didn’t know if that was possible.
The carriage stopped in front of a small cottage. Stepping out of the conveyance, Callum assessed its front. The thatched roof was in need of repair but the flowers in front were well-tended, the steps swept clean. It spoke of a certain hope that had him draw in a deep breath. He needed that feeling, despite his earlier assertion.
Ewan, having exited before him, travelled up the path and tapped the knocker on the front door. Both men stood waiting but no sound came from inside the tiny home.
He turned toward Callum. “Perhaps she is hanging out laundry in the back?”
Swallowing, he shrugged. “I couldn’t say.” For some strange reason, his chest was tight. His muscles twitched as he scanned the house again. He was nervous, which was absolutely ridiculous after all he’d been through.
“I’ll go check. Stay here in case someone answers the door.” Ewan strode toward the back.
“And if no one is here?” Callum wiped his hands on his kilt, trying to calm the rapid thumping in his chest.
“We wait,” Ewan called before disappearing behind the house.
Trying to decide if waiting made him more or less agitat
ed, he began to walk up the path, hoping to peer into a window or check the door.
But as he stepped into the first flowerbed to peek between the shutters of the window, a voice called from behind him. “I beg you, sir. Step no further. The flowers are innocent.”
Her voice was high and clear, like the tinkling of a bell.
For some strange reason, it made him instantly relax. And smile. “My apologies.” He carefully stepped back onto the path and turned toward her. He could hear the amusement in his own voice. “I would not wish to hurt innocent bits of flora.”
She seemed to take it as rebuke, because her response was defensive. “You think me silly for wishing to preserve them?” she said moving no closer. In fact she stood perched some feet away. Like a bird, she seemed ready for flight at any moment even as she balanced a wicker basket full of laundry upon her hip. This must be Ewan’s cousin.
Not that the knowledge meant very much. She was covered from head to toe in a hooded cloak. He could see her beautiful ivory chin—could chins be thought beautiful? Hers was, neither too square nor too long and a delicious set of full pale pink lips complemented it perfectly. “Not at all. They give this cottage a merry glint.” He stepped toward her extending his hand but she took a step back. “I am Lord Blackwood. Pleased to make yer acquaintance.”
She paused, her hood cocking to the side. “And you as well,” she murmured not sounding sure at all.
He also noted that she did not give her name.
“What brings you to my humble home, Lord Blackwood?”
Callum took a breath. She was direct. But with a small quirk of his lips, he realized that was what he had wanted. “I’ve come seeking Lady Elizabeth Chase.”
“For what purpose?” He heard her breath catch as she spoke.
“To ask her to marry me, lass.”
Want to read more? The Earl’s Forsaken Bride
Other Titles by Tammy
Want a free novella?
https://instafreebie.com/free/M0QWQ
A Laird to Love
Christmastide with my Captain http://amzn.to/2DrFJvf
My Enemy, My Earl https://amzn.to/2JFsWcR
Heart of a Highlander http://amzn.to/2BRZH1O
A Scot’s Surrender http://amzn.to/2Cj8v26
A Laird’s Seduction http://amzn.to/2FfoVZB
The Earl’s Forsaken Bride http://amzn.to/2F9xuGy
Taming the Duke’s Heart
Taming a Duke’s Reckless Heart http://amzn.to/2tSilae
Taming a Duke’s Wild Rose http://amzn.to/2uIzjGV
Taming a Laird’s Wild Lady http://amzn.to/2uM5VgZ
Taming a Rake into a Lord http://amzn.to/2uMcCzF
Taming a Savage Gentleman http://amzn.to/2uIAuWO
Taming a Rogue Earl http://amzn.to/2zvDtSj
Fairfield Fairy Tales
Stealing a Lady’s Heart http://amzn.to/2BrKvch
Hunting for a Lady’s Heart http://amzn.to/2zufse9
Entrapping a Lord’s Love: http://amzn.to/2EwFPqr
American Historical Romance
Lily in Bloom http://amzn.to/2k6C1mF
Midnight Magic http://amzn.to/2hWm4uK
The Golden Rules of Love http://amzn.to/2zxUuuU
Boxsets!!
Taming the Duke’s Heart Books 1-3 http://amzn.to/2zw25KP
American Brides http://amzn.to/2AgUEbo
Join Tammy’s Newsletter!
For all the latest news, giveaways and releases, join Tammy’s newsletter at www.tammyandresen.com!
Want a free book?
https://instafreebie.com/free/M0QWQ
More about Tammy
Tammy Andresen lives with her husband and three children just outside of Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up on the Seacoast of Maine, where she spent countless days dreaming up stories in blueberry fields and among the scrub pines that line the coast. Her mother loved to spin a yarn and Tammy filled many hours listening to her mother retell the classics. It was inevitable that at the age of 18, she headed off to Simmons College, where she studied English literature and education. She never left Massachusetts but some of her heart still resides in Maine and her family visits often.
What the Critics are saying:
“The characters are well-developed and interesting, the plot is edge-of-your-seat intriguing, and the setting is one with so much history. If you are a fan of history mixed with mystery and intrigue, you won't be disappointed.” Linda Thompson THE AUTHOR SHOW
“While the relationship between Lily and Eric is the primary focus of this story, the mystery/suspense factor is what kept this from being JUST a historical romance. Lily in Bloom was a fast-paced, romantic read that I absolutely LOVED.” http://alysenovak.blogspot.com
”… it held not only a pure romance but the simple magic that goes with it. I was enchanted with this story from the beginning until the end and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to go on.” Robin
Find out more about Tammy:
http://tammyandresen.com
https://www.facebook.com/authortammyandresen
https://twitter.com/TammyAndresen
https://www.pinterest.com/tammy_andresen/
https://plus.google.com/+TammyAndresen/