Mad With Love (Properly Spanked Legacy #3) Read Online Annabel Joseph

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Historical Fiction Tags Authors: Series: Properly Spanked Legacy Series by Annabel Joseph
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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Not that there would have been. No, their families would continue into the ton’s new season in hopes of putting the worst of the scandal behind them. Perhaps he and Rosalind would just stay in the country while he gave her babies and she gave him her smiles and sweetness, her beauty and loving regard.

He caught himself staring at her again, mooning over her, really. It was Lady Woodworth’s quiet hmmph that alerted him to his breach of manners. He offered to refill the older woman’s wineglass and she grudgingly accepted, then drew Rosalind into a discussion about the latest fashions “back home,” and how they differed so unfortunately from what was considered stylish dress in India.

After dinner, the ladies excused themselves first, by tradition. Once they left, the captain invited him to take port. They did not always perform this ritual since the port was rationed, and they were apparently behind schedule due to the weather. But when the invitation was extended, Marlow took it. Post-dinner port made him happy and homesick at once. Happy to participate in this sort of manly bonding that was particularly English, but also homesick, because he had used to linger over port with his three best friends. Sturdy Townsend, dashing Wescott, and dark-haired Augustine, faithful fellow who was part whimsy and part grump. What were they up to now?

They were all angry with him, surely. Rosalind was Townsend’s sister; they’d all been protective toward her their entire lives. What a scoundrel they must think him. He sipped the ship’s fine port and tried to push such worries from his mind. There was nothing to be done until they returned and sorted everything out. He might write a letter to his friends, to explain and smooth things over. Sometimes he started writing this letter in his head but then would grow distracted by Rosalind’s company, her warmth and laughter.

“How amiable our Widow Lintel proves to be,” the captain commented, giving a subtle tilt of his glass. “It seems your courtship progresses apace.”

The grizzled, seafaring man was curious as any gossip about their relationship. “I admire her greatly,” Marlow said.

“She doesn’t miss her husband then?” he asked. “Is she going to India to see her family or his?”

“Her family, I believe.” He hoped that was the story. She’d purposely not revealed much of her situation, lest she be caught in a lie. “And I don’t know about her previous husband. I think he was…older.”

“Ah, yes. Funny business sometimes, how these young ladies get married off to gentlemen three times their age, then find themselves widowed barely a week from their wedding nights.” He gave a ribald laugh. It was a not-so-subtle joke about old men overexerting themselves in the bedroom with their pretty young wives. Marlow forced a smile, feeling unreasonable jealousy toward Rosalind’s completely fictional late husband.

Goodness, he had it bad.

“It is a funny business, yes,” said Marlow. “I suppose it’s a mercy she doesn’t miss him much. She’s young to be widowed.”

“Yes. A shame. You know, I think she likes you very much. I shouldn’t balk at marrying the two of you shipside, does she wish it. Just because she’s wearing black doesn’t mean I wouldn’t speak a wedding if the two of you were in agreement.”

How he’d love to take the man up on his now twice-proffered proposal, but it was useless to be married shipside when they couldn’t use Rosalind’s real name. It would not be a legal, true union. He took another sip of port and cleared his throat. “Thank you, sir, but I should like to meet with her parents first when we arrive in India. I would like to ask for her hand properly when her period of mourning is over.”

“Very honorable of you, sir. Though I can’t believe they’d refuse any offer of marriage, considering you’re a titled gentleman. I’m sure they’d be pleased for you to have her hand.”

He could see the man practically itched to take out his captain’s book and recite the rite of marriage for them. Ah, well, it came from a place of fatherly kindness. He wanted to secure a future for her and a traveling, unencumbered viscount was a catch by anyone’s measure.

“I will wait,” Marlow said, trying his best to appear respectable and patient. “She is worth waiting for, and doing things properly once she’s among her family again.”

“Yes. Of course. You’ve no competition on board to worry about, have you? The lady only has eyes for you.”

“I’m honored by her attention. She’s the pinnacle of perfection in my opinion.” He raised his now mostly empty glass in a toast. “To the fairer sex. We’re all improved by their gentility.”

“Indeed. Well said.”

They clinked glasses and drank. Just as the captain reached for the bottle to pour again, one of the second mates interrupted them with a concern about a storm brewing to starboard, which he professed was “very unconducive.”


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