by Jane Lark
Marlow Intrigues
Novella 1
Captured Love
JANE LARK
Copyright © 2013 Jane Lark
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Captured Love
By
Jane Lark
Rupert Stanforth, Earl of Morton, is missing his cousin’s company. He has too many burdens weighing down his shoulders, including the task of finding his sister, Rowena, a husband.
Meredith Divine has one friend in all the world, Lady Rowena Stanforth. She clings to their friendship as though it is a rope, when she is drowning in a lake of social isolation. Even Rowena’s elder brother cannot stand Meredith. Everyone judges her poorly, simply because her father is in trade. But despite Lord Morton’s constant rejection, Meredith’s heart still favors Rowena’s proud, judgmental brother.
Lord Morton would break the friendship his sister has with Miss Divine if he could, but the more he disparages Miss Divine, the more Rowena favors the girl. He’s ceased his complaints, in the hope the friendship would wither and die, believing the girl would make a wrong step soon. He just did not anticipate what that step might be...
Praise
Jane’s debut novel, Illicit Love, was released in May 2013. Captured Love, is the tale of two of the subsidiary characters from the Illicit Love story.
Readers of Illicit Love said:
“What a brilliant read!! Jane Lark has an incredible talent to draw the reader in from the first page onwards.”
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“This is a pure, unadulterated romance read that ticks all the required boxes: well-written, great plot, dramatic, believable obstacles, beautiful protagonists and an aristocratic setting. The book swings from truly swoon-worthy, tense and heart wrenching, highly erotic and everything else in between. A fantastic read that you won’t regret picking up.”
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“I was very excited to read this novel, and was just swept away by the vivid writing. I love Ms. Lark's style—beautifully descriptive, emotional and can I say, just plain delicious reading? I was immediately drawn into this richly painted story and setting. This is the kind of mixer upper I've been looking for in romance lately.”
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“Darkly romantic and full of deeply buried secrets, this book was absolutely fantastic! Illicit Love was a different historical romance, but one that I adored. Lovers of the genre, you must read this book!”
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Dedication
Captured Love is dedicated to the readers of Illicit Love, my fellow authors who have become friends, and my friends and family. To all of you, for your support and encouragement, thank you.
Captured Love
Part One
Lord Rupert Stanforth, Earl of Morton, watched his sister, Rowena, approach.
She was smiling, and her friend, Meredith Divine, clung to her arm.
His gaze briefly passed over the other girl. He was increasingly convinced Miss Divine only kept Rowena as a friend because Rowena was the perfect foil to show off Miss Divine’s more striking looks. Her auburn curls glowed in the candlelight beside Rowena’s lackluster, light-brown locks.
Miss Divine was also slightly taller, and a little fuller in the bust.
While they crossed the room, she appeared to press as close as she could to Rowena’s side, letting Rowena’s less impressionable looks make Miss Divine’s stand out among the white-clad debutantes in the ballroom.
“Rupert...”
His eyes focused on his sister once more. She was out of breath, having just completed a country dance, and her cheeks were flushed, while her eyes glowed, expressing the fun she was having.
“I want to introduce Meredith to Ellen. Will you escort us and do the honors? Meredith is dying to meet her.”
Mmm, now what is this little game? He glanced at Miss Divine only to receive a very bright but subtly restrained smile.
She was trying to win his approval.
He was not interested. He wished nothing to do with the little schemer. Her father was in some sort of trade. Rupert had not even wished Rowena to befriend Miss Divine, let alone become so thick with her. The two of them were inseparable; or rather, Miss Divine hung about Rowena like a moth around a flame. Except Miss Divine was no moth. Her beauty was far too vibrant.
Rupert was Rowena’s guardian. Their father had passed on long ago, so Rupert was responsible for keeping his sister safe. It fell to him to help her choose her friends wisely. Yet the more he disparaged Miss Divine, the more Rowena favored the girl. He’d ceased his complaints. Their friendship had still blossomed. He’d hoped it would wither and die back. It had not— yet.
He expected Miss Divine to make a wrong step soon, though, one which would open his sister’s eyes, and end this arm-in-arm behavior.
“They are over there,” Rowena prodded.
Their cousin, Edward, had come up to town yesterday with his wife, who was with child again, although her condition was still barely visible.
Rupert ought to be glad they’d come. His mother rarely rose from her bed, due to her rheumatism, which she eased by drowning herself in laudanum. It left the burden of chaperoning Rowena on his shoulders. Ellen could help. Yet he felt uncomfortable about the notion. His cousin’s wife had a disreputable past.
Complying with Rowena’s request though, he offered his right arm.
Miss Divine let go of Rowena and swept about to claim his left, without an offer.
While the girls chattered excitedly, he walked about the hall in the direction of his cousin, not listening to a word they said.
Edward was standing in conversation with his wife and his in-laws.
The Pembroke sisters, of whom Edward’s wife was one, stood out like dark-haired sirens. It was difficult not to stare when they were all together.
Edward’s wife, Ellen, was the eldest, but unfortunately, as Rupert looked at her, an unwanted image of her in her former life slipped into his mind.
She’d been a courtesan when he and Edward first saw her, and he’d seen her in one particularly compromising situation. It still made his spine tingle, like hackles rising, to let Rowena mix with Ellen. Yet Ellen’s family, along with the whole of the ton, society’s elite, had disregarded her past, if they were aware of it. It had simply been swept away.
Rupert could not forget.
Miss Divine gripped his arm too tightly. God, he found the girl irritating. Her voice was shrill as though the excited pitch was forced.
He’d thought Edward’s wife a schemer, too, in the beginning, angling after his cousin for some reason. Rupert had been wrong. The moment they’d come back to town after their elopement, he’d seen that. A mutual affection lingered in the air between them.
Rupert could not fathom it. His parents had hated one another. Even his cousins had only displayed comfort with one another. Yet Edward had changed character in many ways since meeting Ellen. She’d become the pivotal focus of his life, when for weeks Rupert and Edward had been as inseparable as Rowena and Miss Divine. So there must be something in the word love. Ed
ward certainly seemed to have a deep intimacy with his wife.
Rupert missed his cousin’s company, and he wanted nothing to do with love. He’d seen his cousin travel through hell to be with Ellen; he did not fancy that for himself. And it was a farce, as far as he was concerned; Rupert half-expected Edward’s haven of happiness to collapse at any moment. Solid relationships were built on mutual respect and nothing else.
Miss Divine’s grip shifted a little on his arm, as if she sought to gain his attention. He ignored her.
When Rupert took a wife, which would not be for a few years yet, he wished for someone who would bring him contentment. A woman he would not argue with, someone quiet, who would be willing to make his home, and perhaps his bed, comfortable, and manage all else without needing to refer to him.
“Ellen,” Rowena exclaimed as they neared the couple.
“Edward,” Rupert acknowledged. His cousin’s eyes were shining with both humor and happiness when he turned.
“My friend wishes an introduction —” Rowena began.
“So I have been asked to do the honors,” Rupert completed. “Lord Edward Marlow, this is Miss Meredith Divine, Lady Eleanor, Miss Divine.” He bowed slightly to Ellen, who bobbed a shallow curtsy as both girls on his arms did the same, but dipped a little lower.
“Miss Divine...” Ellen acknowledged, then began asking the girls questions, finding out from Rowena what she had been up to in town.
Rupert could answer that — shopping mostly, spending a small fortune, as well as visiting constantly.
Lord, he prayed she would hurry up and find a suitor he might accept.
Rowena’s fingers slipped from Rupert’s arm, while Miss Divine’s clung a moment longer. Awareness prickled across his skin when she finally let go.
Edward set an arm about Rupert’s shoulders, drawing him aside from the women.
“How are you?” Edward asked.
A wave of relief suddenly swept in. Rupert had forgotten how good their camaraderie had felt. They’d been firm friends from their Eton days. Perhaps, if he cared to admit it, he was a bit jealous of Edward’s wife.
Miss Divine laughed, in her high-pitched, slightly forced, listen-to-me giggle.
Rupert glanced at her. Her gaze caught his, before it travelled on to Rowena. She said something which made Rowena laugh.
What was Miss Divine plotting? What did she hope to gain from an introduction to Ellen?
“How are you?” Edward asked.
Rupert was frowning as he faced his cousin. “Well enough.”
“And my aunt?”
“No better. In fact, perhaps a little worse.”
“Then we shall call in a day or two, once we’ve settled in.”
Rupert nodded. “And you are well and happy, I see, Edward. I have no need to ask.”
“I am exceedingly happy....”
The conversation dried. Rupert thought of discussing Rowena’s suitors. He was never sure who to introduce her to, and he thought perhaps Ellen... But then again, not. Ellen’s history hardly made her the best person to seek suitable companions for his sister.
Good God, he had never not known what to say to Edward.
“Will you be going to Jackson’s tomorrow? We could spar as we used to?” Edward suggested.
They could, but nothing was as it used to be. The freedom of Rupert’s bachelorhood had gone. He’d donated that to his sister this year. Still, she would be at home in the morning, he could go out. But Edward’s life was not the same either... “Are you sure you’re up to it? Domesticity has not softened you?”
Edward laughed.
“Lady Eleanor, would you introduce me to these young ladies?”
Rupert’s gaze spun to the man who’d spoken. Then he glanced back at Edward, asking who, with a look.
Edward leant closer and whispered. “The Earl of Kendrick is an acquaintance of my brother-in-law, Richard. He lost his wife two years ago. He’s been in the country on his estates since. He lives near us, but I do not know him well.”
Rupert glanced back at the man.
Having bowed to Miss Divine, Kendrick then took Rowena’s hand and pressed a kiss on her fingers. “Would you dance with me, Lady Rowena?”
Rupert felt discomfort run up his spine. He had never met the man, but Kendrick was no suitor for Rowena; he was in his later years, gray haired and even balding. He may have a strong gaze and relatively slender figure, but Rupert wished Rowena happy, cherished. He wanted her to have what Edward had, even if it was a fragile, breakable thing. If there was a chance of happiness for her, he wanted her to have it.
She accepted Kendrick's offer. She could do little else. Yet she did not appear comfortable.
Rupert wondered if he should have stepped in and refused the introduction. But that would have been churlish and domineering, wouldn’t it? He had no reason to do so.
“We are hoping Lord Morton will take us driving in the park tomorrow...” Miss Divine’s bright voice broke into his thoughts.
It was meant to, of course. Her pitch had been lifted so he would hear. He knew it.
What was she after? He hoped it was not him. She had no hope if it was.
“Ellen, shall we dance?” As Edward made the invitation to his wife, Rupert realized the tune lifting over the hubbub of conversation, was a waltz.
He glanced toward the dancers to see Kendrick leaning forward to listen to Rowena speak.
When Rupert looked back, Edward and Ellen were walking away and Miss Divine had moved closer, and now looked up at him, with wide eyes. He’d never really looked at them before, but now he noticed they were a vivid blue, or perhaps they were gray. Whichever, they went well with her auburn hair, and, of course, she wished him to notice that.
She smiled. The smile, he would swear, she’d developed before a mirror, to impress and cajole. He said nothing. Nor did she. He did not smile.
The sound of the orchestra rose and couples began moving near Rupert and Miss Divine as they stood at the edge of the dancing.
Awkwardness hovered in the air. No one else was likely to approach Miss Divine now. It left him no option but to offer... “Would you care to dance, Miss Divine?”
Her face lit up. “Thank you, Lord Morton.”
Damn. He hoped this would not give the girl expectations. He rarely bothered with dancing. His evenings were spent watching his sister do so. It left his offer, now, open to misinterpretation. What if people thought he was favoring Miss Divine?
He lifted his arm, stiffly, and she laid her fingers on it as they stepped away from the edge, joining the dancers.
He knew women adored this dance. Rowena had crowed for days once she’d been given permission to participate.
He formed a frame for Miss Divine, lifting one hand and setting his other at her back.
Miss Divine had won agreement to dance the waltz the same night as his sister. He’d heard them speaking then, whispering about how romantic it was. It was not romantic for a man. It was an opportunity to seduce a woman.
Rupert glanced across the room to watch Rowena as he began dancing, leading Miss Divine, whose fingers were a very gentle weight on his arm, and a slender presence in his hand.
Rowena seemed to be conversing quite happily with Kendrick, yet her body expressed wariness. She looked as though she was being polite, rather than enjoying herself. She looked as though she felt uncomfortable. Rupert should have said no to the introduction.
“Will you? Well... I mean...” Miss Divine’s voice pulled his attention back to her.
He faced those eyes. He could not avoid looking at her when she was in his arms, with less than a foot of space separating them. There was a slight tilt to the tip of her nose, and her lips were as red as the roses which suddenly bloomed in her cheeks. When his gaze lifted to her eyes again, they seemed as deep as the sea.
“Rowena said you might...” she began again. His gaze dropped to her lips as she spoke, then returned to her eyes when she stopped.
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�Might what, Miss Divine?”
“Take us driving in Hyde Park tomorrow,” she said hurriedly.
Ah, so she could show herself off to a world who would not wish to know her at all, if she was not with his sister. Even her middling dowry did not recommend her. The fortune hunters, who trailed after Rowena, overlooked Miss Divine. The girl was bartering with her looks, yet her looks were also middling in comparison to some, no matter her vivid hair and striking eyes. Which was, no doubt, her reason for hovering so close to Rowena, and using his sister as a foil.
“I cannot take you both, I’m afraid. My phaeton will only seat myself and my sister.”
“But Rowena implied we might use the barouche.”
Did she? Or had Miss Divine asked if they might go out in his barouche?
Tomorrow, after his sparring match with Edward, Rupert would raise the subject of Ellen chaperoning Rowena, no matter Ellen’s past. He was intensely tired of this charade, regardless of how much he cared for his sister. He’d had enough of Miss Divine’s maneuvering, and trying to judge what was best for Rowena, who to help her meet and who to avoid...
“May we, Lord Morton?” Miss Divine asked, following her words with a very bright smile, which he supposed, was also passably pretty.
“Yes.” He looked past her, rather than at her as he answered, to discourage further conversation, feeling thoroughly manipulated.
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“My Lord, you have a caller.”
Rupert turned to face his butler. “Who, Owens?”
Rupert was not yet dressed. His valet was in the process of knotting his cravat.
“The Earl of Kendrick, sir.”
Owens held out a card. Rupert did not take it.