No Choice but Seduction

No Choice But Seduction

By

Johanna Lindsey

Contents

• Prologue
  
• Chapter One
  
• Chapter Two
  
• Chapter Three
  
• Chapter Four
  
• Chapter Five
  
• Chapter Six
  
• Chapter Seven
  
• Chapter Eight
  
• Chapter Nine
  
• Chapter Ten
  
• Chapter Eleven
  
• Chapter Twelve
  
• Chapter Thirteen
  
• Chapter Fourteen
  
• Chapter Fifteen
  
• Chapter Sixteen
  
• Chapter Seventeen
  
• Chapter Eighteen
  
• Chapter Nineteen
  
• Chapter Twenty
  
• Chapter Twenty-One
  
• Chapter Twenty-Two
  
• Chapter Twenty-Three
  
• Chapter Twenty-Four
  
• Chapter Twenty-Five
  
• Chapter Twenty-Six
  
• Chapter Twenty-Seven
  
• Chapter Twenty-Eight
  
• Chapter Twenty-Nine
  
• Chapter Thirty
  
• Chapter Thirty-One
  
• Chapter Thirty-Two
  
• Chapter Thirty-Three
  
• Chapter Thirty-Four
  
• Chapter Thirty-Five
  
• Chapter Thirty-Six
  
• Chapter Thirty-Seven
  
• Chapter Thirty-Eight
  
• Chapter Thirty-Nine
  
• Chapter Forty
  
• Chapter Forty-One
  
• Chapter Forty-Two
  
• Chapter Forty-Three
  
• Chapter Forty-Four
  
• Chapter Forty-Five
  
• Chapter Forty-Six
  
• Chapter Forty-Seven
  
• Chapter Forty-Eight
  
• Chapter Forty-Nine
  
• Chapter Fifty
  
• Chapter Fifty-One
  
• Chapter Fifty-Two
  
• Chapter Fifty-Three
  
• Chapter Fifty-Four
  
• Chapter Fifty-Five
  

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Prologue

L
EAVING HOME TO VISIT HIS FAMILY
.

Boyd Anderson found something distinctly annoying about that phrase. Yet it was true. In the last eight years, every time he sailed to Bridgeport, Connecticut, in the hopes of catching one of his four older brothers at home for a visit, too, not one of them had ever been there. He’d had to sail elsewhere to find them.

Captains all of them, Boyd’s brothers sailed around the world, but they all used to come home eagerly because their only sister, Georgina, would be there waiting for them. But Georgina had married an Englishman, Lord James Malory, and now she lived across the ocean from Connecticut, and that’s where Boyd had to sail if he wanted to see her. Which was one good reason why Boyd had been thinking about settling down in London himself.

He hadn’t made a firm decision yet, but he was definitely leaning toward it for a number of reasons, but mainly because the Anderson clan now went to London where their sister lived more often than they returned home. And Georgina wasn’t the only Anderson who had married into the Malory clan. Boyd’s older brother Warren had amazed the family by doing the same thing when he married Lady Amy Malory. While Warren still sailed for at least half of each year, taking his family with him, he spent the other half in London so his children could get to know their many,
many
cousins, aunts and uncles, great-aunts and great-uncles, and their grandparents.

Putting down roots would be a major change in Boyd’s life. It would mean giving up the sea for good after having sailed since he was eighteen. Thirty-four now, he’d made his home on his ship,
The Oceanus
, for fifteen years! No one knew better than he did how much he’d prefer a home that didn’t rock.

He’d been considering leaving the sea for other reasons also. Seeing Georgina and his brother Warren both happily married to members of the Malory clan, Boyd had more and more been craving that kind of happiness for himself. That was not to say he wanted to settle down with a Malory woman, even if there were any left of a marriageable age. Hell no. That would mean facing a solid wall of Malory opposition, which he’d rather not do. But he wanted a wife. He was ready. If his association with the Malory clan had taught him anything, it was that marriage could be a wonderful thing. He just hadn’t found the right woman yet.

He was also heartily tired of short, unmemorable relationships with women. His brother Drew might be happy to have a sweetheart in every port, but Drew was a carefree charmer who easily formed those little attachments and thus had women to return to—all over the world!

It wasn’t that easy for Boyd. He didn’t like making promises he wouldn’t keep, nor did he make decisions quickly, at least not important ones such as picking the future Mrs. Boyd Anderson. And he didn’t like spreading his affections among many women. Was he simply a romantic? He didn’t know, he just knew that romancing a variety of women didn’t satisfy him the way it seemed to satisfy Drew. What Boyd really wanted was to have just one woman by his side for the rest of his life.

He knew why he hadn’t even come close to finding her yet. Traveling as much as he did, he had to keep his dalliances short and fairly impersonal. He needed to spend more time with a woman he was attracted to, really get to know her. But when did a sailor ever get to spend more than a few days in any one port? If he settled in London, he’d have all the time he needed to find that one special woman meant just for him. She was out there. He knew she was. He just needed to be in one place long enough to find her and woo her.

Boyd looked out over the busy docks and the town of Bridgeport beyond and felt a pang of sadness. This might be the last time he was ever here. The big house the Andersons had grown up in had been empty since Georgina had left. There were friends and neighbors here whom he’d known all his life and would miss, but family was where the heart was, and Georgina had been the heart of his family since their parents had died.

Boyd’s captain, Tyrus Reynolds, joined him at the rail. Boyd didn’t captain his own ship and never had. His family thought he was too free-spirited to want to take on that sort of command, even though he’d always sailed with his ship. He’d never disabused them of that notion, even though it was not correct.

“If you weren’t in such a hurry to get to England,” Tyrus grumbled, “we could have at least detoured a bit to one of the Southern ports for a cargo of cotton instead of taking on passengers here.”

Boyd grinned down at the older man he called a friend as well as captain. Boyd was a bit under six feet himself, but Tyrus was much shorter and had a crusty temperament.

“You don’t consider a load of passengers a good cargo?” Boyd asked.

Tyrus snorted. “When I have to entertain them for the whole trip?
And
deal with their complaints! Rum and cotton don’t complain.”

“But we’re looking at about the same profit, if all of the cabins are filled. And it’s certainly not the first time we’ve taken on passengers. You’re just out of sorts because you’re remembering the last time when that hefty grandmother kept trying to seduce you.”

Tyrus groaned. “Don’t remind me. I never mentioned it to you, but she actually snuck into my cabin and right into my bed. Scared the bejesus out of me, waking up to her snuggled to my side.”

Boyd burst out laughing. “I hope you didn’t take advantage of her.”

Tyrus’s snort was much more meaningful this time. Boyd glanced away so Tyrus wouldn’t see his grin. Damn, he wished he could have seen that, but just imagining it made him want to laugh again.

Boyd’s eyes, caught by the bright lavender and pink colors on the dock below, stayed on the tall woman wearing a lavender skirt and a pink blouse. The sleeves of the blouse were rolled up. It was midsummer and definitely a warm day. With the back of one arm, the woman wiped her brow, knocking her bonnet off her head. She had black hair, but he’d already seen that in the long braid she wore down her back. He wished she would turn around instead of just giving him a view of her back, not that that side of her was unattractive. The bonnet merely fell to her shoulder, caught by the bonnet ribbons tied around her neck, but she didn’t bother to lift it back to her head because she was engrossed in what she was doing.

He was amazed. She was feeding the seagulls and every other bird in the area that noticed her tossing out food from the basket on her arm. There was nothing wrong with that. He fed birds and other wild animals himself on occasion. But she was doing it on a busy dock!

A flock of birds was surrounding her, and more kept coming. She was becoming a nuisance. People were having to walk far around her flock. Some stopped briefly to watch her, fortunately, without blocking his own view. One dockhand tried to shoo off the birds to clear his path, but they merely moved closer to their benefactor. The dockhand said something to her. She turned and smiled at him. And Boyd was dumbstruck by the front view of her.

She wasn’t just pretty. To his eyes she was exquisite. Young, probably in her early twenties. Skin lightly tanned from the summer sun, black bangs curved toward her temples, a narrow, beautiful face, and dimples when she smiled. And she was buxom. God, curves like that usually only showed up in his more pleasant dreams!

“Close your mouth, lad, you’re drooling,” Tyrus said.

“We may have to delay our departure.”

Tyrus had followed his gaze. “The devil we will, and besides, I do believe she’s one of our passengers. At least I saw her on deck earlier. I’ll go check with Johnson if you like. He signed on the passengers for this trip.”

“Please do,” Boyd said without taking his eyes off her. “If he says yes, I may have to kiss him.”

“I’ll make sure I don’t mention that to him,” Tyrus said, laughing as he moved off.

Boyd continued to watch the young woman, savoring the view. How ironic that he’d just been thinking about finding a wife and there stood a perfect candidate. Was it fate? And damn, she had some remarkably luscious curves.

He was going to meet her. If she wasn’t a passenger, then he’d just stay behind and let
The Oceanus
sail without him. If she was a passenger, he had a feeling it was going to be the most pleasant journey of his life. But he didn’t go down to the dock just yet. Along with the excitement he was feeling came a little nervousness. What if she was only sweet on the eyes? What if she had a bad temperament? God, that would be too cruel. But it couldn’t be. Anyone who would take the time to feed wild birds had to have some compassion in her. And compassion usually went hand in hand with kindness and a pleasant disposition. Of course it did, he assured himself. Damn, this better not be the one time it didn’t!

She stopped tossing food to the birds. He, too, heard the sound that had drawn her attention elsewhere. From his position on the ship, he could see an injured bird lying on top of a high stack of crates. He’d noticed it there earlier, but hadn’t realized it was injured or he would have gone down to collect it and see if Philips, the ship’s doctor, could help it before they sailed.

Boyd liked animals, too, and always tried to help those in need. As a child, he’d brought home every stray animal he found, much to his mother’s exasperation. Apparently this young woman was of a like mind, since she was now searching for the bird that was making the plaintive noises. Boyd figured the bird was making a racket because it was trying to get down to the food she was spreading around and couldn’t. He doubted the young woman could see the bird from where she was on the dock, but she was circling the crates, looking for it, and finally she glanced up.