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  A Rogue’s Surrender

  Lauren Smith

  Tammy Andresen

  Meara Platt

  Dawn Brower

  Amanda Mariel

  Maggie Dallen

  Tempted by a Rogue

  Lauren Smith

  Contents

  Lauren Smith

  Tempted by a Rogue

  Other Titles by Lauren Smith

  The Seduction Series

  Dark Seductions Series

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Keep in touch!

  Untitled

  Untitled

  Wicked Designs

  About the Author

  Tammy Andresen

  Taming a Rogue Earl

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Other Titles

  Join Tammy’s Newsletter!

  Christmastide with My Captain

  About the Author

  Meara Platt

  The Duke Next Door

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  A Match Made in Duty

  Also By Meara Platt

  Farthingale Series

  Farthingale Novellas

  Kindle World Series

  About the Author

  Scandalized by my Prince

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Scheming with my Duke

  Chapter One

  About the Author

  Books by Dawn Brower

  Ever Beloved

  Scandal Meets Love

  Linked Across Time

  Heart’s Intent

  Amanda Mariel

  Enchanted by the Earl

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Prologue

  Chapter 16

  Also by Amanda Mariel

  About the Author

  Maggie Dallen

  The Reluctant Bride

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 1

  More about Maggie Dallen

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 by Lauren Smith

  Edited by Melinda Fulton

  Excerpt from Wicked Designs by Lauren Smith

  Cover design by Aleta Rafton

  Cover art by Aleta Rafton

  Photography by Jenn LeBlanc

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  ISBN: 978-0-9962079-1-1 (ebook edition)

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  Other Titles by Lauren Smith

  Historical

  Tempted By A Rogue

  The League of Rogues Series

  Wicked Designs

  His Wicked Seduction

  Her Wicked Proposal

  The Seduction Series

  The Duelist’s Seduction

  Contemporary

  The Surrender Series

  The Gilded Cuff

  The Gilded Cage

  The Gilded Chain

  Paranormal

  The Bite of Winter

  Dark Seductions Series

  The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall

  Brotherhood of the Blood Moon Series

  Blood Moon on the Rise

  To my wonderful Street Team, you guys are some of the best fans and friends there are! Your support and dedication to my stories makes living this wonderful dream possible.

  Chapter One

  Midhurst, West Sussex 1817

  White and pink roses formed spots of striking color against the dense green hedges as Gemma Haverford walked through the gardens of her home. She let her fingertips touch the petals of the roses as she headed toward the center of the garden. Twilight was her favorite time of day. Birds began to quiet their singing, the sunlight softened, giving everything a soft glow. Gemma took a seat on a cool marble bench at the center of the maze of hedges and rosebushes. Her hands trembled as she smoothed out her skirts. She was anxious enough that her knees knocked together too, but she couldn’t banish her nerves.

  It wasn’t every day that she wore her best gown, an almost sheer sky blue silk, for a secret garden rendezvous. Everything needed to be perfect. She’d gone to great effort to have her lady’s maid tame the wild waves of her hair and help to slightly dampen her gown to cling better to her form, which bore only the veiled protection of a single filmy shift.

  She had to look her best tonight. At twenty-five she was past the age where most women found it easy to marry. One of her distant cousins had callously remarked earlier that year that she was so far back on the shelf that she was collecting dust. Gemma, feeling a little too irritated at the remark, and having one too many cups of arrack punch, had sneezed at him as though he was the one covered in dust. Not her finest moment, she had nearly dissolved in a fit of unladylike giggles at his horrified expression when he’d struggled to find the handkerchief in his waistcoat to wipe his face.

  There was a very good reason she hadn’t married, but she couldn’t tell anyone, not even her parents why she’d turned down more than one suitor over the years. For eleven years she had kept herself out of the hunt for husbands, believing, knowing that she would marry one man, James Randolph, her childhood sweetheart.

/>   He and his best friend, Jasper Holland, had enlisted in His Majesty’s Navy as young midshipman. James had been fourteen and Jasper, half a year older, had been fifteen. For eleven long years the two men had been gone, making their fortunes on the high seas, but now they set to return home, to marry and settle down. She’d not seen them in all that time, but she knew in her heart of hearts, that James was coming for her. His letters to her had been steady and filled with reassurances of his affection and his intent to marry her as soon as he came home. And now it was time.

  What would he be like after so many years? Had he changed like she had? Grown taller, more muscular, more handsome than the wild young man who’d dashed off to sea? Would he be stern as a husband after commanding men and war ships? Or would he be gentle with her after so many hard years at sea, and want nothing more than a quiet country life full of friends and family within an easy walk of one’s home? It was what she’d always wanted. She’d never cared for London and the fast pace of the city. She adored the country, the birds, the green lands, the sheep, even the garden parties that her neighbors threw often were an amusement she enjoyed. Would James want the same thing?

  Gemma nibbled her bottom lip, glancing about the gardens. Wisteria hung over trellises to the entrance of this particular part of the garden, the thick blooms almost like wildflowers strung on green vines over the white painted wood. How lovely it was here tonight. How perfect too. She couldn’t resist smiling.

  Just that morning she had received James’s latest letter, telling her he would seek her out in the gardens tonight, for a private audience, away from the eyes of parents and chaperones.

  Tonight. The one word held such promise. Enclosed in James’s letter was a soft strip of black gauzy cloth embroidered with silver stars. The letter instructed her to wait until twilight, and then blindfold herself for his arrival because he wished to surprise her.

  A wave of heat flooded her cheeks at the thought of being so vulnerable and alone with him in such a manner, but another part of her heated in strange, unfamiliar places. She knew meeting him here like this wasn’t proper and if anyone found out, she’d be compromised. But this was James, her James. The man she trusted more than anyone else in the world, except for her father. The temptation to meet him here, even in secret, was irresistible.

  What would he do when he came upon her? Remove the blindfold? He might touch her face, her hair, her neck…Gemma trailed her own fingertips over her neck, wondering how different it would feel to have a man’s hands there, ones worn with callouses from years of working the ropes while tacking the sails of a great ship.

  A shiver rippled through her and she hastily dropped her hands back to her lap, feeling a little foolish. It was so easy to get carried away when thinking of James. When she first read the portion of the letter that told her to meet him like this, being compromised was her first fear, but James was a good and noble man. He was not the sort to ruin a lady, especially not when he intended to marry in good standing.

  Even though she had not seen him since he set off eleven years ago, she had faith that he would not damage her virtue with this garden rendezvous. He would be a gentleman, wouldn’t he? Gemma was all too aware that she knew little of the hearts of men, or how deeply they could fall prey to their desires.

  Perhaps I ought to go back inside and wait for him to call upon me tomorrow morning? That would be the proper thing, after all.

  Proper yes, but she wanted to see James alone and didn’t want to wait another moment, even one night. If she were to be caught in a position that sorely injured her reputation, well, her father would demand a marriage immediately, James would comply, and all would be well.

  Yes, all would be well enough. We need to be married, and mayhap it matters little how the deed comes about?

  Perhaps that was what James intended, a certainty of compromising her so he could ensure they would be married. It was indeed a little unorthodox, but that might be his intent. To conquer her like he’d conquered his enemies upon the seas, swiftly and surely. If that were the case, then he was certainly a rogue. Another little smile twisted her lips.

  Am I to marry a rogue? Wouldn’t that be… She giggled unable to stop herself from thinking of how wonderfully wicked that would be. It would be scandalous, but if it was James, he would be her rogue.

  So with that reassuring thought, she pulled the blindfold out, carefully put it over her eyes, and tied it into a small bow at the back of her head. She fiddled with her hair, tugging the loose untamable ringlets a little so they coiled down against her neck. Mary, her maid had done her best to fix it, but they both knew it would always look a bit wild. James would have to forgive her for appearing a little unruly. At least her gown had turned out well.

  With the blindfold secure, she found she could see the vague outline of shapes through the thin gauzy cloth but her eyes were, for the most part, shielded from any clearer perceptions. Gemma smoothed her gown again, shifting restlessly as her stomach flipped over and over inside her. What if James had met with some delay, for he was not officially due to arrive in Midhurst until tomorrow where he and Jasper would be toasted and celebrated at Lady Edith Greenley’s country estate garden party.

  Gravel suddenly crunched close by as someone trod along the garden path leading straight toward her. She held her breath, sitting very still. It had to be James. Her heart fluttered so wildly that her ribs hurt from the hammering beat.

  Jasper Holland cursed for the thousand time as he fumbled his way through the maze of the Haverford Gardens. It was a bloody mess, this whole situation. It was James who should be here, not him, yet he was the one who was trapped in the situation of compromising a thoroughly decent young lady because his best friend was acting like a cur. Straightening his blue naval coat around his waist, he took another right turn, facing a dead end.

  “Who designed this damnable thing? I’ll likely lose my way and be eaten by a Minotaur,” he muttered, stumbled back and took a left down another path. Someone should have drawn him a map to this—

  He heard a feminine giggle some distance away and halted. The sound was light, a little husky, and it had the strangest effect on him just then. He could almost picture a woman beneath him in bed, just as he was about to enter her and ride her to their mutual pleasure making that sound. It was the best sort of sound in the world and one he hadn’t heard in a long time. On the sea, there were often chances to visit the docks when in port, and pay for a night at a brothel. James had done that often enough, but Jasper never liked it.

  There was something sad about the painted faces and the quiet resigned looks of the prostitutes that betrayed the way they felt about the manner in which they earned their living. More than once Jasper would pay to simply talk to them and then leave for the night, unsatisfied. After that, he’d taken to staying on the ship, leaving James to cavort on his own.

  It still amazed him that after all these years he and James were friends. Many men were separated at sea and went years without seeing anyone. Losing touch often resulted in friendships waning. However, that hadn’t happened with him and James. They’d been assigned to the same frigate, the HMS Neptune as midshipmen after attending a naval college. They’d both been promoted to first lieutenants and by the time they were ready to leave service, they were both still on the same ship.

  Due to the influx of men joining the service, the waiting list to be promoted to captain was extensive and neither he nor James had enough peerage connections to curry favor for a quicker rise in officer status. Ergo they’d both agreed the time was good enough to leave service and return home. James had always been a bit of a rakehell, even as a young man before they’d left for the sea, but time had hardened both him and Jasper in different ways. He’d been more hesitant than Jasper to return to Midhurst and even the day before was talking about moving to London once he’d selected a pretty wife, one he could easily tire of and take mistresses later if he so chose. London was much better for mistresses than a little town li
ke Midhurst.

  “Love is for fools. Lust is what keeps a man going.”

  It was something James always said, something he’d taken to believing after so many years at sea. The women in ports had turned James into a jaded man and he’d abandoned dreams of marrying Gemma Haverford, the sweet little country gentleman’s daughter he’d left behind.