The Valentine Gift: Seven Grooms for Seven Sisters - the Prequel (A Caversham Chronicles Novella Book 0)

by Sandy Raven

  The Valentine Gift

  Seven Grooms for Seven Sisters - The Prequel

  Sandy Raven

  Sandy Raven LLC

  Contents

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  Dear Reader

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Sandy Raven

  THE VALENTINE GIFT

  Sandy Raven

  The Valentine Gift, Copyright © 2016, Sandy Raven

  ISBN: 978-1-939359-24-7

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and/or reviews.

  Edited by Gail Shelton

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  Acknowledgments

  To the staff at my favorite Marriott on the beach in Virginia somewhere. I appreciate you all. This one’s for you.

  Dear Reader,

  This novella was one of the three in the boxed set A Valentine to Remember. It is the first time on sale as a standalone book.

  I’m not sure if you remember Lady Caroline from Already His. Everyone thought she was this sweet, quiet little mouse of a young lady? Hahahaha… She was sweet, but not a little mouse. Caroline had a brain, knew what she wanted, and went for it—though all within the boundaries set by society for that time. She was also strong enough to not be bothered by the ugly hats her mother made her wear.

  Reginald (Trey) Wilson was the perfect husband for her. He supported her doing what she wanted. You see, she made trades on the royal exchange, through Trey (before he was her husband,) and brought her father’s estate out of the deep debt it got in after losses from one bad investment.

  Because Caroline had been an only child, she dreamed of having a large family, and Trey supported that. He wanted that also, though he’d had an injury from the war. Well, in one fell swoop, they get their large family!

  I would love to hear from you! So, if you have any questions or comments, the easiest way to contact me is on:

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  Happy Reading!

  Sandy Raven

  Chapter One

  Mid-January, 1824

  Lady Caroline Wilson hoped she was successful this month. If she was, the news would make her husband and her parents beyond ecstatic. Her father was on the mend, getting better every day. She didn’t think it would be fair to give them all false hope, if she wasn’t actually carrying her first child. The curse of being irregular with her menses is that the last two times she thought she carried, she’d only been late with her monthly course.

  She pulled the hood of her heavy pelisse further down her brow to cover her head more as she blushed in the solitude of her carriage. She and Trey wanted children desperately, and did their part to see their desire come to fruition—making love as frequently as possible. Caroline enjoyed making love with her husband, and wanted him again even after making love with him that very morning. She didn't think Trey would argue with her idea for how to spend the evening.

  No one occupied the space with her, as her coachman drove her the short distance home to Oakwood through the snow in the Lincolnshire countryside, after spending the morning with her parents at her childhood home, Randolph Park.

  Caroline remembered her husband’s parting words when she left, and it caused her entire body to burn with excitement and desire.

  “If you get back soon enough, we can have dessert before dinner.” His hot breath on the sensitive flesh of her neck just below her ear caused her knees to buckle and made her instantly wet with desire for him. If it weren’t for the fact that she had a standing appointment with her father to read him the paper each morning, she would have invited her husband back to bed.

  She and her husband of sixteen months, Captain Reginald ’Trey’ Wilson, had been trying quite diligently for a child since their wedding night. Rarely had a night gone by that they didn’t share a bed. As uninformed and naive as she was when she got married, her husband had proven patient with her ineptitude and inexperience. He’d been a very considerate teacher these many months—showing her how to pleasure him and encouraging her to tell him how to satisfy her.

  The past year of her life had been amazing, transforming Caroline from the virtuous, shy girl who knew nothing of what occurred in a marriage bed, into a woman who was unafraid to ask for what she wanted from her husband. In bed and out. If anyone had ever whispered, or even hinted before she married, that she would one day be this wanton, libidinous woman, she would have told them they were repulsive and uncouth, then suggest their family should see them committed to an asylum.

  But she was wanton. Wanton for her husband’s touch searing her flesh, his mouth on her body causing her to shiver with desire, his body inside hers bringing them both to the dizzying heights of erotic satisfaction.

  Even now, as the carriage turned onto the drive leading to the house she and Trey leased next to Randolph Park, Caroline couldn’t wait to get her husband alone. Her body craved his. Now.

  She hoped that taking his mind off work might help put him in a better mood. The last few days he’d been a bit reserved and distant. When she’d asked him, he smiled at her and said he felt like he was perhaps coming down with something.

  While she wasn’t a physician, she knew he wasn’t sick, because they shared a bed each night and they made love with the same fervor they had the month before when he wasn’t feeling “under the weather.” No, there was something more going on with her lord husband, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

  So Caroline had gone to the two men who’d been with him since his return from battle nearly a decade earlier. The closest they could come to an answer for her was that perhaps Captain Wilson was thinking of the upcoming anniversary—of sorts.

  It had been nearly ten years since the injury at the battle of Orthez that had nearly taken his life. He’d been stabbed by a French foot soldier’s bayonet in his upper left thigh, very near his manhood. Trey killed the man immediately but the wound went clear through the muscle of his thigh, just missing the artery. After several more minutes of battle, he’d fallen from his horse and been rescued from the ongoing melee by two of his soldiers. They had taken him to a hospital tent, where the surgeon there saved his life. The man saw fit to spare his leg as the wound went through muscle only, and the bone was not involved.

  The scar had shocked her when she first saw it in daylight, about two weeks after they were married. She remembered crying for the pain her new husband had suffered and thanking God that he’d spared Trey’s life so they could meet. She couldn’t imagine life without her husband in it.

  Trey said the area still made riding a horse for long distances painful, and likely always would. He preferred sitting on cushioned chairs, rather than wooden ones. And when the weather was cold and damp, the old wound bothered him more and made his limp more pronounced than at other times.

  When Caroline had asked him if anything woul
d help him feel better, he’d said walking helped him. So together they would walk through the gardens behind their home each evening, and when it rained or snowed they would walk through the portrait gallery several times. The walking kept the muscle from seizing and causing him pain.

  She knew he often felt guilty for surviving when so many of his men had died in the war. If his memories were bothering him again as the anniversary of the battle neared, she would do whatever necessary to make those memories disappear for another day. And she would do it again each day for as long as required to make her husband feel better, all the while praying that those horrible memories leave him forever.

  Her coachman called for the horses to halt, and the carriage rocked smoothly to a stop. She waited for the groom to open her door and accepted his hand as she stepped down onto the snow-covered gravel. Her boots crunched the frozen layer of ice atop the snow as she navigated her way up the wide sweeping steps with the help of the groom.

  “Good day, my lady.” Mansell, the butler greeted her as he held the front door open. “I hope today finds your father much improved.”

  Caroline smiled at the man who’d served under her husband and after the war came to work for his household. “It does, Mansell. Both my mother and I are feeling optimistic for a full recovery from this attack.” She handed him her cloak. “Is my husband in his office?”

  “He is, my lady, but he has a visitor from London and has asked not to be disturbed.”

  “When he is free from his meeting, please tell him I would like to speak with him. I will be in my sitting room.”

  Caroline tempered her steps, not wanting to rush to her rooms, but wanting to be ready for her husband when he arrived. Chances were that he wouldn’t have much time for her, so she thought if she were already undressed, then she could rid him of his breeches and drawers quickly and have him inside of her in a matter of seconds.

  Her body thrummed with anticipation. She felt herself getting wet and tingly imagining his touch, his mouth on hers as she worked the buttons on his trousers. She hated the fact that her skin was so fair that each time she blushed her entire body got splotchy pink and hot, though Trey told her repeatedly how he loved that about her.

  “Your body cannot lie to me, my sweet,” he would tell her, then he would kiss every red patch, making her body cry out for more of his loving.

  She closed the door behind her and leaned on it to catch her breath. Caroline began working the buttons on her pelisse as she rushed to her dressing room.

  “Nelly?” She looked through to her bedroom and saw no one. But as if she conjured her maid from thin air, Nelly appeared. “Help rid me of these clothes, then stoke the fire in my room.”

  “Would you like a nap before dinner, m’lady?”

  Caroline gave her maid, who was just a few years older than she was, a wicked grin. “No. I want my husband before dinner.”

  Nelly gave a shocked squeal and went about her task as quickly as possible. Once Caroline was free from her clothes, she wrapped herself in her husband’s warm robe and her own warm slippers, then climbed onto the settee in her sitting room, before the fire with a glass of wine and a book. She’d recently had a desire to read all of Miss Austen’s books again and was on her sixth re-read of Emma. Knightley was certainly one to swoon over. If she was the swooning type. Which she wasn’t.

  Soon her husband entered her rooms through the connecting door, a broad smile on his handsome face. His meeting must have gone well. The corners of his beautiful hazel-brown eyes crinkled, his mood obviously much improved. Whenever Trey tried to force a good mood for her, she could tell because that beautiful smile of his never made it to his eyes. This afternoon, it did.

  “I was told my lady wife wishes to see me,” he said, his gaze taking in her attire, raking over her form. She knew he wondered if she had anything on under the robe, and that aroused her further.

  “I do.” She placed her ribbon between the pages of the book and set it on the table next to her settee. The shoulder of his over-sized robe slipped off her shoulder. It was unplanned, but when she heard his intake of breath she let the shoulder remain bare. Her belly quivered with excitement as Caroline went to stand in front of him and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. Her fingers threaded into the soft brown curls at the nape, and slipped through like fine silk. Rising onto her toes, she placed a hesitant kiss on his lips. Did he even want the kiss? She was unsure because he hadn’t returned her shy gesture. Because of his mood lately, she didn’t know if he would be receptive of her mid-day effort at seduction. To her great surprise and profound relief, she realized his hands grasped her bottom, pulling her up and into his hardness.

  Her husband kissed her with a ferocity she’d not seen from him in weeks. His mouth forced hers apart with the sweep of his tongue and soon they dueled, taking and giving a passion that was theirs alone. She’d never given this to another and Caroline knew Trey had given his passion only to her from the moment they had met.

  She broke away from his kiss to catch her breath as he nibbled along the slope of her neck. Her hands moved to the front of Trey’s coat and she began to work the buttons free, then she started on his waistcoat. She shoved the jacket down his arms and tugged it off for him, tossing it onto the settee.

  Caroline huffed in frustration when she was unable to get her husband's cravat undone, and in her impatience to feel his hot flesh against hers, began to work on the buttons on his trousers instead. Trey let go of her and began to tug at the knot around his neck.

  “Damn Travers and his damn knots,” he hissed.

  Caroline laughed and left him to his clothing. Stepping away, she released the belt keeping her husband’s heavy robe on her body. She turned her back on him and walked toward the bed, her slippered feet padding soft across the Turkish carpet. As she walked, she let the robe slide down her body, hoping he’d hurry to her side, as naked as she. She crawled onto the top of the bed and kicked off her slippers as she turned her best seductive smile at Trey.

  “Broad daylight and naked already?” His shirt flew across the room. Caroline knelt on the bed, and pulled her hair forward to cover her breasts, his words reminding her that she was behaving like a harlot. Her knees parted and her hand trailed down to cover her mons.

  “No. Don’t hide yourself.” He struggled with the boots and fell back onto the settee, but soon they went flying toward the open door to his rooms.

  She gave him a coy grin, knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him at that moment. She saw the evidence of it in his rigid arousal. “If you disapprove of my requesting you service me now…”

  Finally as naked as she, he slid onto the bed. “If there is disapproval in my touch,” he whispered, “I give you leave to tell me to stop. Because you know how much it would pain me at this point.”

  Her husband. The man she loved more than her own self. His hard-muscled and lean frame came from his determination to recover from his injury. When she’d first met Trey several years ago, he’d walked with a cane because of the wound he received in battle. Now the only reminder were the scars, and the occasional pains that he attributed to inactivity.

  Even with that one imperfection caused by an enemy, Trey’s body appeared sculpted by the masters. Her husband was Michelangelo’s David come to life—except more handsome. He had a smile that brightened her life, and his hazel eyes had a glow in them that she knew was for her alone. His strong jaw and roman nose were perfectly proportioned, and rested beneath a wide, intelligent brow, that rarely frowned. His lips were wide, full, and soft. Perfect for kissing.

  His touch went to her hair and he pushed it aside, revealing her sensitive nipples to his gaze. He lay her back on her mound of pillows, buried his face in the nape of her neck, and began to nuzzle her. She arched into him, and he took the tip of her breast into his mouth and began to tickle the tip with his tongue, sending an immediate jolt to her womb, and lower. She felt herself get even more wet for him, if that were possible.
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  Caroline moaned, and he chuckled, and took her other nipple and did the same. Her body was burning for him, and he was teasing her.

  “I need you now!”

  “Shhh… In time, my love.” His voice sounded rough and gravelly, as though he, too, was in pain from wanting her as much as she wanted him. She let him have his way with her, because he always saw to her pleasure before he took his. He kissed lower on her abdomen stopping just below her navel, to kiss the spot reverently. She wanted to cry out and share with him that she might be carrying their child, but she couldn’t. Not this time. Not yet. Each time she had before, she wasn’t the only one to suffer the loss of hope at the onset of her menses. He’d cried along with her, as he cradled her to him, promising they would keep trying.

  His fingers brought her back to the present, and her husband’s lovemaking. He slid lower, his fingers parting her flesh. She opened her legs for him, making it easy for him to touch her there. His intimate caress caused her entire body to burn for him. There wasn’t a part of her body or soul that didn’t desire this man.

  “Mmm… Yes.” She grabbed at the bedding beneath her and arched up to his touch, as he slid his fingers over her sensitive nub. He then brought his mouth over her sex and began loving her with it, causing her body to become a simmering mass of flesh on the verge of boiling over. When he pushed his fingers deep inside her, she cried out and felt herself clamp down on him. “Oh, God! Trey!”