The Seduction Of Sarah

by Cynthia Clement

Genres: Gothic; Medieval Romance

Synopsis

In Cynthia Clement's captivating tale of cat and mouse, England's high society is confined to a country estate where passionate pursuits become the order of the day. . ..

Widowed Sarah Wellsley delights in her daily swim--until she is discovered by an imposing stranger who mistakes her for a harlot. Having escaped the cad's embrace, she's mortified to meet him again mere hours later, and shocked to discover he is the long-absent Marquess of Caldern. . .and her cousin Caroline's intended. But now he only has eyes for Sarah, and will pursue her at any cost. The situation couldn't be more awkward--particularly because she cannot erase the memory of Alex Caldern's touch. . .

Alex long ago abandoned dreams of love. His marriage will be a business arrangement to produce an heir. On the eve of his proposal, however, he is seized by a passion he cannot ignore: the need to possess Lady Caroline's quiet cousin. By turns wanton and demure, Sarah confounds his every instinct and thwarts even his most ingenious attempts to have her. Yet she is by his side, unbidden, especially when he is in danger.

As the attempts on Caldern's life multiply, Sarah's deepest feelings slowly make themselves known. And when Alex finally realizes what she wants, he's more than prepared to satisfy her. . .

Release date: March 1, 2012

Publisher: Zebra Books

Print pages: 320

Sample

July 1823

Sarah sank down in the cool water, savoring its motion against her bare skin. She closed her eyes and sighed. The birds were chirping and the frogs were croaking their protests to Sarah’s daily invasion into their undisturbed privacy. Their sounds calmed and soothed her.

“I had forgotten how refreshing a morning swim could be.” A deep, husky, male voice sliced through the early morning silence. “Shall I join you?”

Sarah’s head whipped around, cool water splashing her face. She looked into the steely gray eyes of a giant. He stood on the shoreline, leaning against a horse as dark as midnight. Beast and man were perfectly matched. Sarah shivered, her heart beating frantically.

“There is no need to stop on my account.” The man moved away from his horse, his strong leg muscles straining the fabric of his tight riding pants. “I have never seen a more beautiful body.”

“Please,” Sarah begged breathlessly, ducking farther down in the water. “Turn around and allow me to get out.”

The man grinned wickedly. “I cannot oblige you.”

“Do not be ridiculous.” Sarah moved her arms faster to keep afloat. Her initial shock was fast changing to anger. “Your behavior is ungentlemanly.”

The interloper shrugged his powerful shoulders indifferently. “Agreed, but living by the rules has always bored me.”

“You cannot expect me to leave the water while you stand there.” Sarah’s chest was beginning to tighten in panic.

He tilted his head toward her and she inhaled sharply when she saw the jagged scar that ran down the right side of his face. Sarah’s stomach knotted in renewed fear. She was alone and naked with a stranger who stood between her and safety.

“You have no reason to be modest. I have been watching for several minutes. I do not think I have ever witnessed anything more sensuous. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”

Sarah’s stomach knotted as anxiety crawled up her spine. “You are not easing my fears,” she snapped.

He walked closer to the edge of the lake, loose stones crunching beneath his Hessian boots. He stopped at her pile of clothes and bent to pick up her drying sheet. “I will make it easy for you. All you have to do is come and get your clothes.”

Sarah shook her head. “I cannot trust you.”

“I see your dilemma.” The man took the sheet between his hands and spread it out as if to welcome her. “What other choice do you have?”

“I will stay here until you leave,” Sarah stated with a lifted chin. “You must have other things to do besides tormenting a helpless woman.”

“You are not without power. I would not be dallying with you otherwise.” He moved closer to the shoreline, the sheet still held out between his hands. “I have thrown caution away, willing to face rejection just so that I may know your name.”

“Will you leave me alone then?”

“Perhaps.”

Sarah debated for several seconds before reasoning it would not hurt. In the six weeks that she and her cousin Caroline had been staying at Caldern, they had not met anyone. Sarah would probably never see this man again. “It is Sarah.”

“A lovely name for a beautiful woman. I am Alex.”

“Now leave,” Sarah demanded in a raised voice.

Alex frowned and then shook his head. “No.”

“You promised!” Sarah swatted the water with her clenched fist. “That is unfair.”

“I did not promise. I said perhaps.” Alex moved to a large rock at the water’s edge and sat down.

“You are despicable,” Sarah hissed. “What do you intend?”

“Nothing,” he assured her. “I will not harm you. I give you my word of honor.”

Sarah debated her next move while watching his face. It was devoid of expression. She was already late in returning back to the house and Caroline would be furious. Still, she could not trust this stranger.

“All men want something.” Sarah shivered as a burst of anger flared in Alex’s eyes and then was immediately hidden by half-closed lids.

“You obviously forget yourself,” he said coldly. “Who gave you leave to swim here?”

“I did not realize permission was needed,” she returned, averting her eyes from the frigid glare of his. She had been swimming in this lake since she had first discovered it a month ago. “I know it is not proper to be swimming ...”

“You did it anyway,” Alex interrupted calmly.

“Yes,” she agreed, turning back to him. His impassive face gave her no clue to his intentions. “I hope you will not mention it to anyone?”

“One moment you are questioning my word, and the next you are asking me for it?” Alex queried with a scornful laugh. “I can see you have a pretty strange view of men.”

“My views have been shaped by men.” Sarah lifted her chin defiantly.

“That may be so,” Alex granted smoothly, “but you still have a problem. Are you going to leave the water?”

Sarah’s teeth were chattering and she suspected there was nothing that would persuade this man to leave her alone. He was immovable. He had already admitted to spying on her, so she had no secrets to hide.

Abruptly, she swam to the shore, rose and walked to the water’s edge. She watched Alex’s eyes widen and then warm in appreciation. She straightened her shoulders and scowled at him, but he only smiled.

“Truly exquisite.” He stood and handed her the sheet. “I am glad you did not try to cover yourself with your hands. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Sarah wrapped the sheet about her and then shook her dark hair from her face before moving away. Her cheeks felt warm, but she refused to act embarrassed in front of this man. He would take that as a weakness; one he could exploit.

“I would not have been swimming if I had realized I had an audience.” She went to her clothes, but his voice stopped her.

“You have only yourself to blame,” he reasoned, walking toward her. “A proper lady would never consider swimming in the nude.”

“A proper gentleman would have left when he realized my situation,” Sarah retorted. A deep laugh was her only answer. Sarah clenched her teeth together tightly and bent to pick up her clothes, but he was there before her.

“Let me help you.” He held out her chemise and drawers. “You cannot stand here all day shivering.”

Sarah grabbed the garments and turned away from him. She put the undergarments on with one hand, the other holding the sheet in place. When she was covered, she used the sheet to dry her hair.

“How did you find this place?” Alex demanded in a brusque voice. “Everything is so overgrown on the estate. The lake is not easily seen.”

Sarah looked back over her shoulder at the dark stranger. He was a giant of a man, standing over six feet tall with massive shoulders. There was a sense of power and control about him. His face was impassive, but his eyes burned intently as they assessed her. The puckered skin of his scar stood out against the deep tan and dark whiskers of his face.

“I come this way often. It may look hidden, but the pathways are still usable. This is in good condition compared to other parts of the estate.”

Alex nodded his understanding, his jaw tightening slightly. She picked up her dress and moved to go around him, but before she could escape, he reached out and clasped her arm. The drying sheet and dress fell to the ground.

Sarah inhaled deeply, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Alex’s hand touched her cheek softly. Shivers of awareness danced along Sarah’s body.

“Will you tell me where you live?” he asked quietly. “I would like to see you again.”

Sarah shook her head and pulled against his arm. “There is no need for us to meet.”

“I disagree.”

Sarah watched breathlessly as Alex’s muscles tightened beneath his riding jacket, holding her there effortlessly. He moved closer, his breath tickling the skin of her face. His body loomed over her, blocking out the sun. Sarah felt her heart race.

“Let me go.” Sarah’s voice caught in her throat, sounding more like an invitation than a demand. A smile of satisfaction spread across Alex’s face. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth over hers lightly.

His lips quivered against hers, warm and inviting. Sarah gasped at the stab of pleasure that flooded her body. She swayed closer to Alex, her own lips grazing his before the kiss ended. For a brief second she wondered if it had been real, but her lips still tingled as she ran her tongue over them.

When Sarah looked up, molten silver eyes met hers. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, everything forgotten except the man who held her. She tried to look away, but Alex’s eyes kept her captive. It was as if she could see into his soul and God help her, she wanted to feel the thrill of his lips again.

His hands eased across her back, drawing her closer to him. A rush of heat exploded in her womb as the long, hard length of Alex pressed against her. A groan escaped her lips as shivers of sensation cascaded and spread throughout every nerve in her body. She ached with a need she had never known before.

Alex lowered his head, letting his tongue slide across her lips before plunging into her mouth. His tongue raked sensuously against hers, stroking and teasing, building a fire deep within her. It burned slow and hot. Sarah trembled, her knees weak as a shock of arousal stirred within her. Her mind warned that the flames would scorch her, but she no longer controlled her reactions. She leaned into Alex, surrendering to her body’s wishes and his demands.

Sarah reveled in Alex’s hungry exploration, savoring the sensation of her tongue dueling with his. Rational thought was impossible. The only thing that existed was the passion that burned between them. Sarah was lost in the moment, frightened yet enthralled by the awakening response within her. Her body throbbed with need and desire.

Alex’s hands roamed across her back moving lower until he cupped her buttocks with both hands. With a swift, deft motion he brought her closer to him. A jolt of intense pleasure twisted inside her.

As if from a great distance, Sarah heard the snapping of a twig and the horse’s protesting snort. The spell was broken. She struggled to free herself from the gossamer that held her entranced. Alex eased the pressure of his lips, his hands smoothing her away from him. How long the kiss had lasted, she did not know. Breathlessly she stared up at Alex, her body numb, in shock at her response to this stranger.

“Forgive me,” he whispered hoarsely. “I could not resist.”

Sarah shook her head in denial. “You should not have done that. You gave your word.” She was twenty-seven years old and had never experienced a kiss like that.

“True,” he agreed, his hand brushing the hair away from her eyes. “But now you understand why we must meet again. We are explosive together.”

“Are you suggesting an affair?” she asked incredulously.

He smiled at her seductively. “It is clearly the next step in our relationship.”

Sarah pulled away and slapped his face with a speed that surprised them both. The sound of it reverberated through the air. She covered her mouth in horror as the right side of his face turned red.

“Obviously you did not like my suggestion,” he observed dryly. “A simple ‘no’ would have done.”

“I am sorry,” Sarah apologized haltingly. “I reacted without thinking.”

“You are not a young girl.” Alex bent down and picked up her dress. “You are also not inexperienced. Why should my suggestion shock you?”

“It would shock any woman of breeding.”

“I had not considered that,” Alex admitted with a sneer. “I do not expect to find women of breeding bathing in the nude.”

“How dare you!” Sarah felt the anger burn within her and she held her hands tightly by her side. “You have the manners of a boar.”

“Now is not the time to discuss it.” Alex held out her dress. “You will catch cold standing like that.”

Sarah looked down at her wet chemise and felt the heat rise in her cheeks. The thin material clung to her breasts, exposing more than it hid. She grabbed the dress and held it to her chest. This man made her forget herself and that was dangerous.

“I wish to dress in privacy.” Sarah noticed a gleam appear in Alex’s eyes and her breathing stilled. She did not understand the effect he had on her, but she must escape.

“Of course.” Alex turned to look back at the lake.

Sarah went behind some bushes. Instead of dressing, she crept away from the shoreline, hiding in a small grove of oak trees on the north side of the lake until she heard Alex gallop away.

Sarah looked down and realized she was still holding her dress. With shaking hands, she pulled the dull gray silk material over her head and secured its tape fastenings. She quickly coiled her long brown hair around her head and placed her cap over it.

Sarah almost ran back to the house, barely noticing the magnificence of Caldern. The rising sun’s orange glow reflected off the red sandstone of the castle, causing it to burn with a blazing brilliance. The castle came alive under the sun’s fiery strokes, but its beauty was lost on her this morning.

When she arrived at the kitchen she was greeted by a flurry of activity. It looked as if all the servants had converged in one place. She waited in the doorway until Cook had finished ladling food onto a serving dish. Johnson, the butler, then barked orders to the footmen, who gathered the dishes from the table. They all hurried out to the dining room and everyone gave a sigh of relief.

“It is busy this morning.” Sarah walked over to the Cook who was resting against the table.

“That it is,” the plump woman agreed. “What with the Marquess arriving.”

“The Marquess is here?” Sarah asked in disbelief. Somehow she had not thought the man real. They had been waiting for him to appear for over a month now.

Cook gathered together her pots. “He arrived late last night. Never a warning to anyone, but Lady Caldern will be pleased. She has been trying to convince him to return home for the last six months. It certainly will be good to see Master Alex again. Been gone since he was sixteen. He’s grown into a fine man.”

“I am sure he has,” Sarah mumbled, her mind reeling with the news.

“Lady Caroline began ringing a few minutes ago. She’ll be anxious to meet the Marquess.” Cook handed the pots to one of the kitchen helpers and then turned back to the stove.

Sarah nodded weakly before walking out of the kitchen. When she was safely in the hall, she leaned her head against the dark oak-paneled wall and tried to steady her breathing. The knot in the pit of her stomach grew leaden. The stranger at the lake had said his name was Alex.

Sarah’s mind flooded with images of the man who had caught her swimming. She had thought he looked familiar. Now she knew why. When she and her cousin Caroline had first arrived at the remote Cumberland estate of Caldern, they had been shown a picture of the Marquess when he was a boy. The man at the lake was that boy. He was the man her cousin intended to marry.

Sarah tapped lightly at Caroline’s door and then entered. It was a large, bright room with a southern exposure. The floral walls and bed coverings complimented Caroline’s willowy, blond beauty perfectly.

“Where have you been?” Caroline demanded querulously. She was sitting in front of a dark mahogany vanity table, brushing her hair. She did not turn around when Sarah entered the room, but glared at her in the mirror. “You have been gone for hours.”

“I was outside less than an hour.” Sarah walked into the room and sat on the bed.

“It seemed like forever,” Caroline cried petulantly, her limpid blue eyes accusing. “I need you here. That is why Father sent you with me.”

“No need to talk such nonsense,” a voice admonished from the dressing room. Nellie, their maid, came into the room, her arms full of dresses. “Mrs. Wellsley is with you for chaperonage and support. She is your cousin, not your servant.”

Sarah smiled at Nellie and stood up. “Good morning, Nellie. Let me help you with those.” Sarah took the dresses and put them on the bed.

“The least she can do is be here when I need her.” Caroline slammed her hairbrush down on the vanity top. “The Marquess finally decides to come home and where are you?”

“I was collecting herbs.” Sarah began spreading the gowns out on the bed. “Surely these dresses are too elaborate for morning wear?”

“I need to look my best,” Caroline exclaimed. “Unlike you, I prefer to attract men. I would never bury myself away from the world if my husband died, no matter how much I loved the man.”

Sarah’s stomach tightened painfully and her hand froze above the bed. Caroline’s last words reverberated in her head. How could her cousin believe Sarah had actually loved her husband? No woman could have loved a man like Stephen Wellsley. A gentle hand on her shoulder nudged her out of her reverie and she looked up to see Nellie’s understanding face.

“You go and sit down. I can look after Lady Caroline,” Nellie whispered. She led Sarah to a daybed and motioned for her to sit.

“I wish you would pay more attention to your family and less to those herbs,” Caroline whined, turning around to look at Sarah directly. “You are always off attending some sick village person or working in the stillroom. You are never here when I need you.”

“It is what I do,” Sarah explained gently. “People rely on my herbs and healing knowledge.”

“Well, I rely on you too.” Caroline’s full red lips pouted prettily and she tossed her long blond hair behind one shoulder. “You know I am nervous about this meeting. I do not need to worry about you.”

“I have never given you any reason to fret, Caroline.” Sarah straightened her shoulders and looked directly at her cousin. “If you are anxious about meeting the Marquess, then why did you agree to your father’s ridiculous plan?”

“It is no such thing,” Caroline defended. “The Marquess will make the perfect husband. He is rich, titled, and still young enough for me to appreciate him. The rumor in London is that he is quite handsome. That is all I require in a husband.”

“You have not met him yet,” Sarah reminded. “Perhaps you will not like him.” The ruggedly masculine face of the man at the lake flashed through Sarah’s mind. There was little chance her cousin would not admire him. He was definitely attractive.

“That is why we are visiting Caldern.” Caroline stood up and walked to the bed. She pondered the dresses for a few seconds before choosing a pale pink, silk confection. “We are here to meet each other and see if we will suit. Nothing could be more civilized.”

“I suppose,” Sarah agreed quietly. “You are talking about the rest of your life, though. This is the man you will have to live with.”

Caroline turned around and looked at Sarah in disbelief. “You are such a romantic, Sarah. This is a marriage. We will eventually go our separate ways once the children have been born.”

“Uncle John and Aunt Alice do not have a marriage like that,” Sarah reminded her cousin.

“They are so provincial.” Caroline sighed heavily and then stepped into the gown that Nellie was holding open for her. “I want to live in London with the people who really matter.”

“Does that mean your parents are unimportant because they spend most of their time in Somerset?” Sarah asked in outrage.

“Now you are twisting my words.” Caroline straightened the bodice of the dress on her shoulders and looked behind as Nellie began to do the tapes up. “Father is an earl, so of course he counts. I just want to have a life that is not centered in the country.”

“The Marquess’s estate is in the north. It is only hours away from the Scottish border and several days’ drive away from London. You will likely never see a social life,” Sarah explained patiently.

Caroline looked back at her with narrowed eyes. “I do not believe you can be so silly, Sarah. The Marquess can live wherever he wishes, but I intend to stay in London.”

“As your husband, he will have total control over where and how you live, Caroline. Do not rush into a marriage with someone you know nothing about,” Sarah pleaded.

“We are hardly rushing.” Caroline walked back to the vanity and sat down. Nellie gathered her hair and arranged it on top of her head. “We have been waiting in this horrible drafty castle for over a month now.”

“The house is no such thing,” Sarah denied. “If you would not insist on staying indoors, you would see how lovely the estate really is. Besides, if you wish to become the Marchioness, you should be meeting the people who live and work here.”

“That is hardly necessary. I am not marrying a common vicar like you did.” Caroline twisted a ringlet across her bare shoulder and then stood up. “Right now my only concern is securing the Marquess’s interest. He still has to propose.”

Caroline walked to the bedroom door, but before she opened it, she turned back to Sarah. “You look a complete mess. Please change that gown before you come down for breakfast. I would hate the Marquess to get the wrong impression of my family.”

Without another word Caroline left the room. Sarah sat staring at the closed door in silence for a few seconds before she shook her head and smiled. Caroline, as the only daughter, had always been spoiled, but Sarah had never realized how insensitive Caroline had become since being presented in London two years ago.

“Take no mind of her,” Nellie said briskly. “She has been cooped up in this place for too long. You know how she needs the company of young people.”

Sarah sighed heavily and stood up. “I understand, Nellie. You do not have to be concerned with me. I just hope Caroline does not do anything foolish.”

“If you will forgive me, Mrs. Wellsley,” Nellie said with a small cough. “Lady Caroline will always take care of herself first.”

“True, but I cannot like this plan of my uncle’s.”

“Lord Hart is very cautious,” Nellie advised briskly. “He has few options left with Lady Caroline. She has driven away all the eligible suitors, so he believes an arranged match would suit her best.”

Sarah nodded her head. “Lady Caldern and he have been friends for many years. I know Uncle has made certain that Lord Caldern is an honorable man and will not hurt Caroline in any way. I suppose I will just have to trust his opinion.”

“It is not easy for you,” Nellie murmured.

“I am past that part of my life.” Sarah walked over to Nellie and gave her a hug. “I have my herbs and healing now.”

“That you do.” Nellie moved away to the bed and began to gather up the dis. . .