Never Seduce a Scoundrel (School for Heiresses Series)

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“Be careful, Amelia – you know how reckless you can be!” – Mrs. Charlotte Harris, headmistress Lady Amelia Plume has many admirers – it’s too bad they’re all fortune hunters and fops who can’t provide the exotic adventures she seeks. But the ballrooms of Mayfair have become much more appealing since the arrival of Major Lucas Winter, an American with a dark past and a dangerous air. Lucas is brash, arrogant – and scandalously tempting. Every thrilling kiss sparks hotter desire, yet Amelia suspects Lucas has a hidden motive in wooing her. And she intends to discover it, by any means necessary....

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By the time SABRINA JEFFRIES was eighteen, she’d eaten chicken heads and jellyfish, been chased by a baby elephant, seen countless cobras and pythons, had the entire series of rabies shots, and visited rain forests and rubber plantations. But that wasn’t enough excitement for her; to escape her mundane life as a missionary’s daughter, she read romance novels. Now she writes romance novels, and her bestselling, award-winning tales of strong women and sexy, dangerous men have been translated all over the world. Although she now lives a quiet life in North Carolina with her husband and son, her colorful past has given her plenty of inspiration for more novels.

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Never Seduce a Scoundrel

Chapter One



London

June 1818

Dear Cousin Michael,

For the next few weeks, I shan’t be at the school, but in London chaperoning Lady Amelia while her father and stepmother are in the country. Do continue to send your missives. I’ll need your sage advice, for Lady Amelia is high-spirited (dare I say, almost as much as I?) and liable to land us both in trouble before the season ends.

Yours sincerely,

Charlotte

Who would ever guess balls could be boring?

Certainly not Lady Amelia Plume. When she’d first come to London from the tiny seaside town of Torquay, every tea, every ball, every soiree had been a wonder.

But that was two years ago, before she’d realized they were all alike. And the Dowager Viscountess Kirkwood’s annual spring ball was no exception, judging from the crowd Amelia surveyed as she entered the rose-bedecked ballroom. It was the same dull people—the same prancing fops and gossipy matrons and frivolous young misses. No aspiring lady adventurer with an ounce of self-respect would stay.

Unfortunately, she’d promised her Scottish friend, Lady Venetia Campbell, that she would. At least Venetia, whom she spotted a short distance away, knew how to enliven a tedious evening.

“Thank heaven you’ve come,” Venetia said as she approached. “I swear I shall die of boredom. There’s hardly anybody interesting here.”

“Nobody?” Amelia asked, her disappointment acute. “No Spanish ambassadors or explorers newly arrived from the Pacific, or even an opera singer?”

Venetia laughed. “I was thinking more in terms of eligible men.”

For Venetia, that meant clever men. Not that she couldn’t have her pick of the male crop, clever or otherwise. Besides being obscenely wealthy, she had the sort of beauty men slobbered over, with raven tresses and creamy skin and rather...enormous breasts.

Next to Venetia, Amelia was abominably average—of average height, with average skin, of average tone. Her average figure would never inspire rhapsodies, and her medium brown hair vacillated between being curly and straight.

But she had quite a lot of hair, thank goodness, and kept it lustrous with pomatum and her American stepmother’s honeysuckle water. Amelia’s eyes might not be the siren’s green of Venetia’s, but men described them as “sparkling,” and her breasts generally commanded attention.

In short, Amelia possessed her share of modest attractions...and modest suitors. Granted, most men only cared about her not-so-modest inheritance and her position as the Earl of Tovey’s daughter. But she didn’t intend to marry any of them, anyway—neither the Marquess of Pomeroy, an aging general who fancied her and her fortune, nor their hostess’s son, the Viscount Kirkwood himself, who’d made overtures to her last year.

She aspired to a more adventurous life—touring Turkey like Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, or living in Syria like the legendary Lady Hester Stanhope.

“Actually,” Venetia said, “there’s one person here we’d both find ‘interesting’: Lord Kirkwood’s American cousin.” She nodded to a spot beyond Amelia. “Major Lucas Winter is apparently in England on assignment with the United States Marine Guard.”

Expecting some weather-grizzled older fellow, Amelia followed Venetia’s gaze. Then stared. Good Lord, how had she missed him when she’d come in?

Major Winter stuck out in the cramped ballroom like a hawk among pigeons. He wore quite the dashing blue-coated uniform, which bristled with gold braid, and a wide, bloodred sash around his trim waist. Her heart raced just to look at it.

And not only his uniform, either. His inky hair matched his inky boots, and though far from grizzled, his sun-browned skin made the other gentlemen look positively anemic. It hinted at days spent at sea, at battles on the Mediterranean. Oh, the adventures he must have had!

“Now that is a man,” Venetia remarked. “They do grow them tall and well built in America, don’t they? Even if his features are somewhat rough.”

True. The man’s jaw was a bit too angular and his nose a touch too narrow for handsome. And any English lord would ruthlessly pluck those thick, unruly eyebrows. But even if his appearance were changed, as long as the man wore that brooding scowl, he would continue to look “rough.”

And fascinating.

“He hasn’t yet asked a single lady to dance.” Mischief glinted in Venetia’s eyes. “But you’ll adore this—they say he travels with a veritable arsenal. If he keeps insulting the officers, he may even have to use it.”

“He insulted them?” Drat it, she’d missed everything by coming late.

“He told Lord Pomeroy that the Americans won their recent conflict with us because English officers are ‘more interested in promenades than pistols.’”

Amelia laughed. She could only imagine how the general had taken that pronouncement. Especially from a man like the major, who clearly saw this as enemy territory, even though the war had ended three years ago. As Major Winter sipped champagne, he scanned the ballroom with the barely leashed contempt of a spy doing reconnaissance.

“Is he married?” Amelia asked.

Venetia frowned. “Come to think of it, no one’s actually said.”

“I do hope he isn’t.” Amelia slid another glance his way. “He must be remarkably brave to face his old enemies in their own territory.”

“And he must have something more than deadwood under his kilt,” Venetia added, her Scottish burr faintly evident.

Amelia eyed her askance. “You’ve been reading the chapbook of harem tales again, haven’t you?”

“It’s quite informative.” Venetia lowered her voice to a whisper. “What do you think? Does the major have a ‘sword’ worth worshipping with one’s mouth?”

“Goodness, even I’m not shameless enough to speculate on the major’s ‘sword.’”

Venetia chuckled. “Your stepmother will be delighted to hear it.”

Amelia laughed. “Lord knows Dolly despairs of me enough as it is, poor thing. She hated being dragged across the world by her late husband, so she can’t understand why I would jump at the chance to travel.”

Her gaze drifted back to the major. The American marines were famous for battling the Barbary pirates in years past. Was he too young to have experienced that? Did she dare wangle an introduction to him to find out?

Lord Kirkwood glanced in her direction and murmured something to his cousin, who followed his gaze. It was the first time the American had looked her way, so she flashed him an inviting smile.

He didn’t return it. His eyes narrowed on her with a sudden predatory intensity, then drifted rather impudently down her gown of yellow Chinese silk with its Oriental red flounces. By the time they trailed back up to fix on her face, hot color was rising in her cheeks.

Goodness gracious, the man was bold. No Englishman had ever looked at her as if she stood there stark naked. How very intriguing. It sent a delicious chill right down her spine.

Then he ruined it with a curt nod and returned his gaze to his cousin.

Well! What was she to make of that?

“Where’s your stepmother tonight, anyway?” Venetia asked.

“She and Papa left for Torquay yesterday,” Amelia said absently. Now that Dolly was expecting her first child, Papa was determined to coddle her in the country. “They nearly made me go, too, but Mrs. Harris fortunately agreed to come to town and chaperone me while she’s not needed at the school.”

Amelia and Venetia had graduated from Mrs. Harris’s School for Young Ladies two years ago, and their schoolmistress still bore a strong affection for them—as they did for her. That’s why they rode out there monthly for tea and her “lessons for heiresses.” Not to mention the wealth of information she received regularly from her mysterious benefactor, “Cousin Michael.”

“Much as I adore Mrs. Harris,” Venetia said, “I wouldn’t want her for a chaperone. She’d never allow you a private moment with a gentleman.”

“What gentleman is Amelia having a private moment with?” a querulous voice asked behind them.

Amelia stifled a groan. It was Miss Sarah Linley, another schoolmate. Amelia had tried to like her, but Silly Sarah’s petulance and snobbery made even Amelia clench her teeth.

“Hello, Sarah.” She pasted a polite smile on her face. “We were just talking about the lack of eligible men here.”

“What lack?” Sarah said. “I see several. Lord Kirkwood, for example.”

“Who I hear is trying to marry a fortune,” Venetia pointed out.

Sarah twirled one of her golden ringlets about her finger. “And I have a fortune, don’t I?”

The banker’s daughter also had the exquisite features of a porcelain doll. A pity she had nothing resembling a brain.

“Lord Kirkwood would never show an interest in you, ” Venetia bit out, not bothering to hide her loathing. Thanks to Sarah’s frequent mentions of “those dirty Scots,” the two of them were always at daggers drawn.

“Ah, but he has already done so,” Sarah said, in a voice dripping condescension. Then she sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, my parents disapprove. Papa calls Lord Kirkwood a ‘titled wastrel’ and wants me to marry some tea merchant with pots of money. They only let me attend tonight because the merchant was coming here, too.Me, married to a tea merchant! Can you imagine? When I could be Lady Kirkwood?”

“I’m sure the viscount is brokenhearted,” Venetia said sarcastically.

“Oh, the tale isn’t over yet.” Sarah flashed them a secretive smile.

Amelia knew better than to encourage her, but Venetia clearly couldn’t stand having Sarah know something she didn’t. “Really?” Venetia prodded.

Sarah leaned close. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

Venetia exchanged a glance with Amelia. “Certainly not.”

“He slipped me a letter at the last assembly declaring his intentions.”

Amelia barely disguised her shock. She’d thought Lord Kirkwood sensible, but if he would seriously contemplate marriage to Silly Sarah, he was clearly mad...or more desperate for funds than society realized.

“I wrote him a response, too.” Sarah assumed a tragic air. “But it’s likely to remain in my reticule forever. Mama watches the mail closely and has threatened to take away all my jewels if I even dance with Lord Kirkwood.” She glared across the room. “Still, he could manage a word with me if not for his awful cousin.”

Their gazes turned to the American major just as he exchanged words with two male guests. As tempers erupted, Lord Kirkwood stepped in to douse the flames.

Sarah sighed. “Every time his lordship heads toward me, his ruffian of a cousin annoys someone else. And it’s not as if I can just walk up and hand my note to him. Someone might see, and Papa will have my hide.”

“Give it to a servant then,” Venetia said dismissively.

“And if Mama notices? Or the servant tattles? My parents will probably lock me in my room or do something equally horrible.”

“You could leave it somewhere he’s sure to find it,” Amelia suggested. “Like his study.”

“Men are playing cards in there,” Sarah said, with a petulant frown.

“Then put the letter on his bed,” Amelia said. “Or better yet, his pillow. No servant would dare remove it until his master saw it.”

As Sarah stared at her aghast, Venetia added, eyes gleaming, “Yes, Sarah, why don’t you trot upstairs and put it on his bed?”

“Very funny,” Sarah said with a pout. “You both just want to see me get into trouble so you can have Lord Kirkwood for yourself.”

Amelia nearly retorted that Lord Kirkwood had approached her before he’d even thought of Sarah, but she couldn’t be that mean. “I’m only pointing out,” she said tersely, “that the house is small, and there are servant’s stairs. You could sneak up and do it before anyone even noticed you were gone.”

“If it’s so easy, why don’t you do it?” Sarah snapped. “You’re the one who craves adventure.”

Amelia started to retort, then paused. She did like a good adventure. The stealth of it, the sheer excitement of sneaking about...why not do it? Not for Sarah, of course, but just to see if she could get away with it.

It wasn’t as if anything else exciting would happen tonight. Besides, the major’s room was probably up there, too—she might even get a glimpse of the “arsenal” Venetia had mentioned.

“All right,” Amelia said. “I’ll take the letter up myself.”

Sarah looked surprised, but Venetia scowled. “Don’t be absurd. You can’t go into the man’s bedchamber.”

“It’s the best way to make sure he reads Sarah’s letter.”

“It’s the best way to be ruined if anyone sees you,” Venetia snapped. “Might as well walk over and hand him the letter, for pity’s sake. The gossips would tear you apart either way.”

“If Amelia wants to help me,” Sarah protested, “why shouldn’t she?”

“Because she’ll get herself caught, you little fool.”

“If I get caught, I’ll play dumb,” Amelia said. “I’ll bat my eyelashes and pretend to be a flibbertigibbet wandering the house in search of the retiring room.”

“The flibbertigibbet act won’t work with everyone,” Venetia warned.

“Then I’ll be sure not to get caught.” Amelia turned to Sarah. “Give me the letter.” Sarah slipped it out of her reticule and into Amelia’s hand.

Ignoring Venetia’s continuing protests, Amelia shoved the envelope into her own reticule, then hurried off toward the hallway. All right, so this wasn’t exactly the sort of wildly exotic adventure she dreamed of, but it was better than nothing. Now if she could just reach the door to the back stairs without being seen...

She was in luck. The stairway was next to the retiring room, so it was easy to choose one door over the other when no one was watching. Upstairs, her luck continued, for the floor with the bedchambers was deserted.

But which room was his lordship’s? Listening for approaching servants, she opened doors in rapid succession, dismissing the one smelling of rosewater as belonging to the Dowager Viscountess, and the second as belonging to the lady’s maid. Just as Amelia opened one across the hall, voices came from the stairs. With her blood thundering in her ears, she slipped inside the room and closed the door.

As someone passed by out in the hall, she glanced about her. This room was certainly a man’s. A pair of polished boots sat at the foot of the bed, and a sword belt with an oddly shaped sword in its scabbard hung from a chair’s post. Lord Kirkwood’s sword would be kept in a cabinet downstairs, so this must be...

Major Winter’s room.

A forbidden thrill tingled along her skin. This was her chance to see his arsenal. And find out more about him—where he’d been, where he was going.

Whether he was married.

As excitement spiked her blood, she crept over to examine his shaving stand. Like most military men, he was scrupulously neat, his brushes and comb kept quite clean. The same was true of his orderly dressing table. She found no jewelry, but did discover a wicked-looking ivory-handled dagger tucked in the single drawer.

A peek inside the hanging wardrobe revealed clothing that was well made but not dandyish, serviceable gloves and boots, and two well-worn beaver hats. She found more of his arsenal, too—a locked pistol case, another dagger, and even a rifle, for goodness sake. But nothing to show whether he had a wife, drat it.

Then she spotted the opened letters on the ...

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