An Irresistible Alliance
An Irresistible Alliance
Stephanie Laurens
Savdek Management Pty Ltd
Contents
Artwork Information
Copyright
About An Irresistible Alliance
Cast of Characters
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
Interior Artwork
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Author’s Note
Also by Stephanie Laurens
About the Author
INTERIOR ARTWORK IS LOCATED
BETWEEN CHAPTER 15 AND CHAPTER 16
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About An Irresistible Alliance
A duke’s second son with no responsibilities and a lady starved of the excitement her soul craves join forces to unravel a deadly, potentially catastrophic threat to the realm - that only continues to grow.
With his older brother’s betrothal announced, Lord Michael Cynster is freed from the pressure of familial expectations. However, the allure of his previous hedonistic pursuits has paled. Then he learns of the mission his brother, Sebastian, and Lady Antonia Rawlings have been assisting with and volunteers to assist by hunting down the hoard of gunpowder now secreted somewhere in London.
Michael sets out to trace the carters who transported the gunpowder from Kent to London. His quest leads him to the Hendon Shipping Company, where he discovers his sole source of information is the only daughter of Jack and Kit Hendon, Miss Cleome Hendon, who although a fetchingly attractive lady, firmly holds the reins of the office in her small hands.
Cleo has fought to achieve her position in the company. Initially, managing the office was a challenge, but she now conquers all in just a few hours a week. With her three brothers all adventuring in America, she’s been driven to the realization that she craves adventure, too.
When Michael Cynster walks in and asks about carters, Cleo’s instincts leap. She wrings from him the full tale of his mission—and offers him a bargain. She will lead him to the carters he seeks if he agrees to include her as an equal partner in the mission.
Horrified, Michael attempts to resist, but ultimately finds himself agreeing—a sequence of events he quickly learns is common around Cleo. Then she delivers on her part of the bargain, and he finds there are benefits to allowing her to continue to investigate beside him—not least being that if she’s there, then he knows she’s safe.
But the further they go in tracing the gunpowder, the more deaths they uncover. And when they finally locate the barrels, they find themselves tangled in a fight to the death—one that forces them to face what has grown between them, to seize and defend what they both see as their path to the greatest adventure of all. A shared life. A shared future. A shared love.
Second volume in a trilogy. A historical romance with gothic overtones layered over a continuing intrigue. A full length novel of 101,000 words.
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Cast of Characters
Principal Characters:
Cynster, Lord Michael Magnus – second son of Devil Cynster, Duke of St. Ives, and Honoria, née Anstruther-Wetherby
Hendon, Miss Cleome (Cleo) Annabelle – only daughter of Jack, Lord Hendon and Katherine (Kit), née Cranmer
At Wolverstone House, Grosvenor Square:
Varisey, Lord Drake, Marquess of Winchelsea – eldest son of Royce Varisey, Duke of Wolverstone, and Minerva, née Chesterton; heir to the dukedom of Wolverstone
Hamilton – the Wolverstones’ London butler
Finnegan – the marquess’s gentleman’s gentleman
Jeffreys – a footman
Various footmen and a maid
At St. Ives House, Grosvenor Square:
Crewe – the Cynsters’ butler
Simpkins, Tom – Lord Michael’s gentleman’s gentleman-cum-groom-cum-driver
Cynster, Lord Sebastian, Marquess of Earith – eldest son of Devil Cynster, Duke of St. Ives, and Honoria, née Anstruther-Wetherby; heir to the dukedom of St. Ives, now engaged to Lady Antonia Rawlings
Rawlings, Lady Antonia – eldest daughter of Gyles Rawlings, Earl of Chillingworth, and Francesca, née Rawlings; now engaged to Lord Sebastian Cynster, Marquess of Earith
Cynster, Lord Sylvester (Devil), Duke of St. Ives – Sebastian’s, Michael’s, and Louisa’s father
Cynster, Lady Honoria, Duchess of St. Ives – Sebastian’s, Michael’s, and Louisa’s mother; née Anstruther-Wetherby
Cynster, Lady Louisa – only daughter of Devil Cynster, Duke of St. Ives, and Honoria Anstruther-Wetherby; widely known as Lady Wild
Tully – a footman
At the Hendon town house, Clarges Street:
Morris – the Hendons’ butler
Jilly – Cleo’s maid
At the Hendon Shipping Company Office, corner Fenchurch and Lime Streets:
Fitch – head clerk
At the Cranmers’ town house, South Audley St
reet:
Cranmer, Geoffrey – Kit Hendon’s cousin, second cousin to Cleo
Cranmer, Maude – Geoffrey’s wife
Cranmer, Anthony – Geoffrey’s nephew, Cleo’s third cousin
Cranmer, Georgia – Geoffrey’s niece, Cleo’s third cousin
Herbert, Mrs. – a Cranmer connection
Winston, Mrs. – a Cranmer connection
Hepworth, Mr. – a businessman visiting from Philadelphia
Hepworth, Mrs. – Mr. Hepworth’s wife, also visiting from Philadelphia
Hepworth, Miss Andrea – Mr. Hepworth’s daughter, also visiting from Philadelphia
Hepworth, Mr. Robert – Mr. Hepworth’s son, also visiting from Philadelphia
Elsewhere in Mayfair:
Rawlings, Lord Gyles, Earl of Chillingworth – Antonia’s father
Rawlings, Lady Francesca, Countess of Chillingworth – Gyles’s wife and Antonia’s mother
The footman army – comprised of footmen and grooms from all the Cynster households in London
In the East End:
Carpenter, Joe – a registered gunpowder carter
Fields – a registered gunpowder carter
Landry, Mick – a registered gunpowder carter
Grimsby, Jack – a registered gunpowder carter
Carter, Martin – a registered gunpowder carter
Feeney, Walter – a registered gunpowder carter
Doolan, Terrance (Terry) – a registered gunpowder carter; disappeared, believed murdered
Dibney, Johnny – registered apprentice to Doolan; disappeared, believed murdered
Hendrick, Mrs. – Johnny Dibney’s landlady
Oldham, Mrs. – Oldham’s wife
Oldham, Mike – a registered gunpowder carter
Chilburn, the Honorable Mr. Lawton – youngest son of Viscount Hawesley
Three London Chartist militia leaders
Four London Chartist militiamen
Lovett – London Chartist leader absent from town
Hetherington – London Chartist leader absent from town
In Southwark:
Shepherd, Mr. – owner of a warehouse in Morgan’s Lane, Southwark
Ellis – head clerk at Shepherd’s warehouse
O’Toole – foreman at Shepherd’s warehouse; disappeared, believed murdered
O’Toole, Mrs. – O’Toole’s wife
In Whitehall:
Greville, Sir George – the Home Secretary
Waltham, Sir Harold – the Home Secretary’s principal private secretary
In Kent:
Boyne, William, Lord Ennis – of Pressingstoke Hall; deceased
Boyne, Connell – Lord Ennis’s brother; also deceased
In Northern England:
O’Connor, Mr. Feargus, MP – head of the Chartist movement and owner of the Leeds-based Northern Star newspaper
At a manor house in Berkshire:
An old gentleman – pulling the strings of the plot
Reed – the old gentleman’s manservant
Chapter 1
London
October 24, 1850
Lord Michael Magnus Cynster sauntered down the grand staircase of St. Ives House as the long-case clock on the landing chimed the quarter hour. It was nearing two o’clock in the afternoon, a perfectly acceptable time for an unmarried gentleman of the ton to be descending to meet the day.
Would that his day held any appeal; it stretched before him, a vast emptiness he had no idea how to fill.
Out of habit, he maintained an amiable, easygoing expression, yet he was bored and restless. The only bright spot on his horizon was the news—hardly surprising, but at least a touch intriguing—that his older brother, Sebastian, had finally opened his eyes and seen what had been plain to all around him for the past decade.
Michael had had the news from his man, Tom Simpkins; apparently, Lady Antonia Rawlings had returned from Kent with Sebastian the previous evening—and had, it seemed, spent the night in his brother’s bed.
If that didn’t herald the sound of wedding bells chiming throughout the house—and, presumably, through Sebastian’s thick skull—Michael would eat his hat.
As Michael stepped onto the black-and-white tiles of the front hall, Crewe, the family’s London butler for the past decade, walked out of the library.
Michael smiled genially. “What-ho, Crewe! I hear my brother has finally seen the light regarding the position of his marchioness. Has he popped the question, do you know?”
Crewe’s normally rigorously impassive mien eased into a small smile. “I believe Lord Sebastian is currently thus engaged, my lord. He and Lady Antonia left several hours ago for Green Street.”
Antonia’s father was the Earl of Chillingworth, and the family’s town house was in Green Street. Michael imagined the scene and chuckled. “I would give a great deal to be a fly on the wall when Sebastian asks the earl for Antonia’s hand.”
“I’m sure the earl will be delighted.”
“Indubitably, but for how long will Chillingworth drag out the interview before he admits that? That’s the question.”
“I’m sure Lord Sebastian will meet the challenge.”
Michael had no doubt of that, either; once Sebastian set his mind on a course, very little could turn him from it.
“Will you be going out, my lord?”
Michael had halted several paces from the front door. He glanced at Crewe as realization struck; Sebastian and Antonia’s upcoming union effectively released him from his careful existence of the past several years.
As he was not even a full year younger than Sebastian, until his older brother secured his wife—the future duchess—Michael had been almost equally in the matchmakers’ sights. One of them had to marry and produce an heir, thus securing the dukedom for the principal line; the whole family and all of society had expected that.
But now Sebastian had finally taken the plunge…
Staring unseeing at Crewe, Michael murmured, “As soon as the news gets out, which it will almost immediately, I’ll be able to slide out of the social spotlight. I won’t need to pretend an interest in balls and soirees anymore.”
The pressure to attend such events—to be visible and, supposedly, to cast his eye over the available young ladies as if possibly considering making a choice—hadn’t come so much from his parents as from his great-aunts and myriad female connections. That he and Sebastian had both been circulating had, to some extent, lessened the pressure each had had to bear, yet waltzing through the ton while avoiding all the snares and pitfalls strewn in their paths by ambitious mamas had been…a challenge for the first few weeks, but thereafter, intensely wearying.
Being pursued primarily for one’s social and financial status wasn’t, all in all, a gratifying experience.
But now…now he was free. Free from all matrimonial pressure.
He could return to his carefree bachelor existence, at least for the foreseeable future.
Until he decided otherwise.
Michael smiled and refocused on Crewe. “Yes, I’m going out.” Although he had no idea where.
Crewe duly retrieved Michael’s greatcoat and cane from the coat rack.
After shrugging into the greatcoat, settling it across his shoulders, and tugging down his coat sleeves, Michael accepted the black cane with its silver stag’s-head knob from Crewe. “I take it Their Graces have been informed?”
“Not yet, my lord. I understand Lord Sebastian intends to send a rider this afternoon. We anticipate the duke and duchess will arrive by tomorrow evening.”
“And my sister?”
“Lady Louisa is not due back for several more days. It’s possible she’ll call in at Somersham Place first.”
Michael nodded and turned to the door; as Crewe opened it, Michael said, “I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
“Indeed, my lord.” Crewe bowed.
Michael walked onto the front porch and paused. He heard the door shut quietly behind him.
> He looked out at the park in the center of the square, taking in the children playing on the manicured lawns under the watchful eyes of nursemaids and governesses. Fashionable couples strolled the graveled walks, while carriages rolled sedately along the streets surrounding the park.
What now?
His earlier restless boredom swirled and surged anew; he felt rudderless—he had no direction. While he might now be free to resume his previously hedonistic life, the endless round of drinking, gaming, parties, dinners, and more gaming and even more drinking had, somewhat inexplicably, lost its allure.
The word “crossroads” hovered in his mind.
Impatient with such unproductive introspection, he shook his shoulders, descended the steps, turned left, and set out along the pavement—and found himself staring at Sebastian’s back.
With Antonia Rawlings on his arm, his brother was walking east—but Green Street lay in the opposite direction. The pair must have already passed St. Ives House before Michael walked out of the door. But if they were coming from Green Street—and Michael had no reason to suspect they weren’t—where were they going?
Curious, he lengthened his stride, closing the distance between them.
Sebastian and Antonia were discussing something; given their intensity and their brief gestures, Michael didn’t think it was anything to do with a wedding.
Then the pair glanced up at the façades, slowed, and turned and climbed the steps to another house.
One glance, and Michael recognized the mansion. Wolverstone House.
Oh, ho! Something was up.
Intrigued, he followed the pair up the Wolverstone House steps.