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Surrender To A Scoundrel

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Julianne MacLean
Surrender to a Scoundrel
Contents

Chapter 1

For the first time in Evelyn Foster’s very proper and…

Chapter 2

During the week that followed, Evelyn and Penelope waited anxiously…

Chapter 3

With the bright, summer sunshine at his back and a…

Chapter 4

After finding a spot to drop anchor among the hundred…

Chapter 5

Martin was well aware that the back lawn of the…

Chapter 6

Evelyn stood on the back lawn of the Squadron with…

Chapter 7

The 290-foot steamer, Ulysses, was the height of opulence, boasting…

Chapter 8

“Fresh air at last,” Martin said, leading Evelyn to the…

Chapter 9

The next morning at 7:00
A.M.
sharp, wearing a…

Chapter 10

Evelyn sat on the bench beside Martin, trusting him to…

Chapter 11

Martin steered the Orpheus up alongside the private dock, then…

Chapter 12

“Where the hell were you?” Spence asked, when Martin walked…

Chapter 13

It was past ten by the time Martin and Spence…

Chapter 14

Upon returning to his room after the assembly, Martin shrugged…

Chapter 15

The next day brought sunshine and a swift breeze from…

Chapter 16

Shortly after sunset, Martin steered the Orpheus into a quiet…

Chapter 17

The next day, Evelyn was invited to an afternoon garden…

Chapter 18

“What a glorious day for a sail!” Lord Breckinridge shouted…

Chapter 19

Eventually, Evelyn went below to pin up her hair again.

Chapter 20

Squinting through the driving wind and rain, Martin approached the…

Chapter 21

Three hours later, Martin woke in the dark, forward berth…

Chapter 22

Later that afternoon, sitting in her room at the Royal…

Chapter 23

When Evelyn returned to her London residence on St. James’s Square,…

Chapter 24

A few days later, on a sunny afternoon while strolling…

Chapter 25

“Oh, please, Evelyn. Just this once. I need you. You…

Chapter 26

Martin and Spence entered the hotel dining room for breakfast…

Chapter 27

Martin squeezed the wheel and looked to his left just…

Chapter 28

The next morning, Martin woke early, but did not rise…

Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.


MARK TWAIN
(1835–1910)

Chapter 1

April 1881

F
or the first time in Evelyn Foster’s very proper and correct sixteen years of life, she was about to do something horrendously, unspeakably naughty. And contrary to what one might think—that she was young and impulsive, and therefore experiencing a thrill from the wickedness—she was not the slightest bit
thrilled
. In fact, she would even go so far as to say she was vexed, irritated, and most decidedly angry, for she would never have entertained such a notion herself—that it might be “amusing” for her and her best friend Penelope to sneak into the
boys’ dormitory at Eton while everyone was at supper.

Perhaps the most distressing part of it all was that they were sneaking in because of
him
. Lord Martin Langdon, the Duke of Wentworth’s younger brother, the mischievous boy who was always getting into trouble for various wild antics—like engineering a teetering bucket of water over his precept’s door, or sending a raft down the Thames fashioned with exploding fireworks, directly below Windsor Castle when the Queen herself was in residence.

On top of all that, Lord Martin was, at seventeen, already known to be a self-proclaimed womanizer. He was an objectionable, disreputable young man, and Evelyn knew it in the clearest realms of her intellect.

So why was she having any part of this? she asked herself for the hundredth time, shaking her head as she crossed a moonlit field with Penelope.

She was here to night because her beautiful blond friend fancied herself in love with the rascal and could not be talked out of it. And Evelyn could hardly sit home wondering what would transpire—because, though she hated to admit it, she had her own strange and confusing fascination with him.

“Hurry up, Evelyn,” Penelope whispered, as they scuttled through the dark side streets toward the campus, dressed in boys’ clothing they
had borrowed from Penelope’s younger brother. “We don’t have much time, and I don’t want to get caught on the way out.”

“I’m coming.”

And I must be insane
, Evelyn thought, feeling the chilly night air on her cheeks as she quickened her pace to keep up.

At that moment, Penelope began to jog, and they hurried across the street, keeping their heads down beneath the brims of their tweed caps.

At long last, they reached the iron gate outside the chapel, and Penelope pushed it open. Evelyn winced at the piercing screech of the hinges. “Doesn’t anyone own an oil can?”

“Don’t worry yourself,” Penelope said. “Follow me.”

They crossed the tiny cemetery but stopped suddenly when a beagle barked at them from the other side of the fence.

Evelyn jumped with fright. “Good Lord, what next?”

Penelope grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the back of the chapel. “Ignore him. We’re almost there. I know a place where we can squeeze through the fence and get into the courtyard.”

Evelyn was breathing hard now, not enjoying this at all. “I think we should turn around. We’re going to get caught. And if my father finds out…”

Penelope didn’t stop to discuss it. She merely
spoke over her shoulder. “I’ve come all this way, I’m not turning back now. I want to see where he sleeps.”

Evelyn halted on the gravel path. “Where he
sleeps
? Heaven help us, Penny. I thought you were just going to slip the note under his door.”

“Yes, unless I can get it open with one of my hairpins.”

Unable to believe what she was hearing, Evelyn huffed in frustration. “You’ve gone mad.”

Penelope stopped and turned, and though Evelyn couldn’t see her expression in the moonlight, she could hear the bright, beaming smile in her voice. “Yes, I have gone mad. Mad with
love
.”

Evelyn felt a jolt of irritation.

Or was it jealousy?

No, no.
No
. Not that. She could not let herself entertain such foolishness.

She shook her head and stepped forward to make one more plea. “You know the stories about him, Penelope. He’s not worth it. He’ll break your heart. If only you would listen to reason.”

Penelope reached the back corner of the cemetery near the chapel wall and wrapped her hands around the bars. “That’s your problem, Evelyn. You’re always logical, when sometimes you just have to trust your heart. Defy reason if you must.”

Evelyn continued to stand on the path, watching Penelope squeeze through the fence. Defy reason? For what purpose? To have her heart
crushed into pieces and trod upon like her mother’s had been for as long as she could remember?

Penelope grunted as she continued. “And I don’t understand why you can’t see that he’s wonderful, especially after what he did for you. You should think of him as your hero, Evelyn. He saved your life! How can you think badly of him?”

Evelyn recalled that day on the lake six years ago, when she had fallen through the ice, and he had pulled her to safety.

“We were children,” she said with a shiver. “Of course I will always be grateful for what he did. He was my hero that day. But I cannot overlook the fact that he is no longer that boy. He has grown into a scoundrel, and everyone knows it. I do not see him with starry eyes like you do.”

What would be the point? She was an awkward, unattractive girl with spectacles who was too brainy for her own good and possessed an unconventional passion for science and physics. She was skinny as a stick, had dull brown hair and a nose that was simply too long. Never in a thousand years could she attract the attention of a boy like Martin, and the few times she had encountered him in town whenever she and her mother were visiting Penelope’s family, he didn’t even seem to know who she was or remember that he had once saved her life—even after Penelope introduced them and told him her name. He’d been
too distracted by his flirtations with Penelope. Playful, blond, pretty, bouncy Penelope.

Evelyn doubted he even remembered that harrowing day on the lake. He had never, ever mentioned it or revealed the smallest hint of recognition.

Penelope sounded irritable all of a sudden. “He’s
not
a scoundrel, and I wish you would stop saying that, because I love him.” She turned, preparing to climb down into the courtyard. “Look, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. You can wait here. I’ll be faster on my own anyway.”

Evelyn paused a moment, considering it. She
could
wait here, couldn’t she? She could avoid watching her beautiful friend wallow in the bliss of her first romantic love affair, sighing and boasting about how much her handsome prince loved her in return and how happy they were.

Blast it, why did Penelope have to choose
him
to chase after? Couldn’t she have picked someone else? Why Martin?

Evelyn watched her friend climb down the wall and disappear from view, then heard her shoes hit the ground on the courtyard below.

“Are you coming or not?” she whispered heatedly.

Evelyn felt the knot in her belly tighten and knew she could not possibly stay behind. She had to go because Martin was in a strange way
hers
, even if she knew she could never have him.

“All right, I’m coming,” she said grudgingly, marching to the fence.

A few minutes later, Evelyn and Penelope were standing on the grass outside Martin’s dormitory, under Penelope’s cousin’s open window on the ground floor.

“Hoist me up,” she said, raising a booted foot.

Evelyn let out a frustrated sigh and bent forward to form a stirrup with her hands, a maneuver they were adept at, as they’d been climbing the same rocky outcropping behind Penelope’s house for years as a shortcut to town.

An instant later, Penelope was climbing into Gregory’s room, then turning and offering her hands out the window. “There’s no one here. Take hold.”

Evelyn locked wrists with Penelope and climbed the wall. It was another maneuver they knew well, and it was unimaginably easier without corsets. Though climbing through the window itself held some challenges.

As soon as she was safely inside, Evelyn, who was an only child, wiped her hands on her breeches and glanced around. The room was very plain, with dark blue bed linens and a single framed picture on the wall. “I’ve never seen a boy’s room before.”

Penelope, who had four brothers, merely shrugged. “Let’s go. Martin’s room is only three doors down, but we need to hurry. I doubt we’ll
have much more than fifteen minutes before a few of them start coming back.”

“Do you have the note?” Evelyn asked, focusing on the practicalities in order to distract herself from the sheer panic she was feeling, having snuck into a boy’s dormitory. Not to mention that it was Martin’s.

Penelope tapped her jacket pocket. “Right here.”

Evelyn had read the note earlier. It was full of flowery, romantic outpourings of love. With Martin’s reputation with the girls, he would probably read it and head for the highlands. Evelyn had tried to warn Penelope about that, but she just wouldn’t listen. She wouldn’t listen to anything Evelyn said.

They opened the door a crack and peered into the quiet corridor. Ascertaining there was no one about, they tiptoed down the hall to Martin’s door.

“This is it,” Penelope whispered, her eyes bright. “This is where he lays his beautiful head each night. What do you think he dreams about? Me? Could I dare to hope? He did tell me I was the prettiest girl in Windsor. Remember?”

Evelyn stared speechless at Penelope, wondering if this could possibly get any worse. “All right, we’re here. Put the note under the door, and let’s go before we get caught.”

Penelope nodded and reached into her pocket,
but paused before she bent to slip it under. Her eyes shifted to the doorknob.

No, Penelope, don’t…

But Evelyn didn’t say those words because she knew it would make no difference. Penelope was desperate for Martin in every way, and she was not going to leave without attempting to see his bed, and God help them, sniff his pillow.

“I just want one little glimpse,” Penelope whispered, wrapping her hand around the knob.


Please
, make it quick.” Evelyn glanced over her shoulder to ensure no one was coming, then struggled with her confusing mix of emotions—the anger toward Penelope for dragging her into this and the strange exhilaration flooding her veins for what they were about to see. Martin Langdon’s bed. She supposed she should admit it to herself. She
wanted
to see it, quite shamefully in fact. So she prepared herself to follow her friend inside.

Penelope lifted a finger to say “shh,” then slowly turned the knob. Thankfully, the door didn’t creak, and they were very quiet as they tiptoed into the dark room. But when the light from the corridor spilled across the floor, there was a sudden movement to the left. The bed linens flipped over, the mattress squeaked and bounced, and Evelyn and Penelope found themselves gaping with open mouths at a young man’s naked chest—Martin’s chest!—as he sat upright and squinted into the light.

“What the bloody hell?” he said, holding up a hand to shade his eyes.

Neither Evelyn nor Penelope could speak. Nor could Evelyn tear her gaze away from that bare, muscled chest and his tousled black hair as he ran a hand through it in exasperation. She was stunned,
paralyzed
by the shocking display of skin before her eyes.

God in heaven, he was so handsome, she couldn’t breathe.

Her mental prowess returned however, when someone else’s head popped up from under the covers—a young woman’s head. Her frizzy red hair was matted and tangled, and she was clutching the covers up to her neck.

Evelyn could see her naked arms and shoulders, however, and knew enough about sin and wickedness to understand what monkey business they’d been up to.

She felt suddenly nauseous.


Blimey, don’t you know how to knock
?” the girl in the bed shouted, then she reached behind her head and biffed a pillow, knocking over a half-empty bottle of rum, which smashed on the floor. The pillow hit Penelope square in the face, knocking her cap off. “
Get out, ya’ bloomin’ idiots!

Penelope’s wavy hair came loose from the pins and fell down upon her shoulders.

Martin sat up straighter. “Jesus, you’re girls.”
He looked carefully at Penelope. “I know you. What’s your name again?”

She let out a sob and fled from the room. Evelyn quickly followed, shutting the door behind her. She did not allow herself time to think about what she’d just witnessed.

Another door opened around the corner, down the hall, and fast footsteps approached. She bolted in the other direction, following Penelope into her cousin’s room. Penelope was already scrambling out the window, sobbing uncontrollably.

Evelyn darted to the window. “Be quiet, Penny! Someone heard us! We have to get out of here!”

She tossed herself out and hit the ground beside Penelope, then took off in a sprint, grabbing her friend’s arm to drag her faster across the dark field, but Penelope was crying so hard, she could barely keep up.

“Don’t think!” Evelyn said, without looking back. “Just run as fast as you can!”

They scrambled down a drainage ditch at the edge of the field, then back up the other side to reach the shelter of some buildings. Evelyn looked back at the dormitory and saw lights illuminating the windows. There seemed to be frantic activity in the building.

No doubt, Martin had been caught with the girl in his bed and probably wouldn’t be flirting with Penelope anytime in the near future. Not after this. He’d be furious with her, to say the least.

A few minutes later, they were free of the campus lights and making their way home to Penelope’s house, walking quickly along the river.

Stopping to catch her breath, Evelyn checked over her shoulder and was panting when she spoke. “I think we’re safe now. Let’s just hope Martin doesn’t tell anyone it was us.”

Penelope stopped and sank to her knees on the grass. “Oh, Evelyn! Did you see her? How
could
he?”

Evelyn swallowed hard over her own shock and disbelief, and the strange, intense twinge of possessiveness she was feeling. Who was that girl and what precisely had she been doing to him under the covers? Evelyn didn’t want to know. It made her sick just to think about it. Sick.

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