The Baronet’s Bride
By Emily Larkin
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A lesson in love…
Sir Gareth Locke lost an arm at Waterloo. He’s in love with his new bride, but he’s dreading their wedding night. He knows it will be an ordeal: clumsy, awkward, and mortifying.
Cecily Locke knows what to expect in the marriage bed—after all, she’s been married once before. It will be uncomfortable and a little messy, but over quickly enough.
But Cecily and Gareth are about to have a wedding night that neither of them expects…
A sensual and deeply emotional Regency romance from award-winning and USA Today bestselling author Emily Larkin.
Length: A novella of 15,000 words
Heat level: A Regency romance with steamy love scenes
If you love sensual historical romances brimming with tenderness, emotion, and compelling characters, then this novella is for you!
Note: The Baronet’s Bride is a direct sequel to The Spinster’s Secret and features some of the characters in that novel. For the best reader experience it should be read after The Spinster’s Secret.
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The Baronet’s Bride - Emily Larkin
THE BARONET’S BRIDE
Midnight Quill #3
EMILY LARKIN
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Afterwards
Author’s Note
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Thank You
The Spinster’s Secret
The Earl’s Dilemma
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Emily Larkin
Dear Reader
Gareth and Cecy met and fell in love (and almost didn’t marry) in a novel called The Spinster’s Secret. The Baronet’s Bride continues immediately after the events of The Spinster’s Secret and concludes Gareth and Cecy’s story. If you’d like to follow their romance from beginning to end, I recommend reading The Spinster’s Secret before reading The Baronet’s Bride.
Emily
A note about bâtmen
The word bâtman occurs several times in The Baronet’s Bride. A bâtman was an enlisted soldier who performed his normal regimental duties, but also acted as an officer’s valet. For this, he received extra pay. It wasn’t uncommon for a bâtman to follow his officer into civilian life, as Gareth’s bâtman has done.
Chapter One
At sixteen, Cecy had married her childhood sweetheart, Frederick Dunn. Two weeks later, he’d been hit by a falling roof tile and she’d become a widow. Now, at twenty-five, she was a bride again.
It was the oddest feeling to be married again, a heady combination of emotions. Joy was predominant, a deliciously buoyant sensation that she’d felt from the moment Gareth had proposed, six days ago. Cecy had tried to conceal the joy from her employer. Lady Marchbank hadn’t liked joy or laughter or exuberance. Nor had she liked Cecy’s handing in her notice. Deserting her,
in Lady Marchbank’s words. Cecy had hidden her happiness, creeping along the dark corridors of Creed Hall, enduring the scolds and the displeasure, counting down the days, hours, and minutes until Gareth returned with the special license, and in the moments when she’d been alone, when there’d been no one to see her—not Lady Marchbank or any of the servants—she’d allowed herself to walk with a bounce in her step, and it had felt as if she might actually become airborne.
Now, on her wedding night, seated at the dressing table in her bedchamber, she felt almost light enough to float out of her chair. I am married. Married to a man I love. The joy bubbled up again, and alongside it was sheer, utter relief, because she’d thought it would never happen—a love match—not given her age and her poverty and the fact that she’d been working at Creed Hall, surely the grimmest, gloomiest, most isolated house in England.
But it had happened. Gareth was real, just as this morning’s ceremony had been real, and the bedchamber was real, and the dressing table she sat at right now was real, and her new name was real. Cecily Locke. That’s who I am now.
Not Cecily Armitage, vicar’s daughter. Vicar’s orphan.
Not Cecily Dunn, apprentice apothecary’s wife, then apprentice apothecary’s widow, and then—for nine grueling years—nurse-companion to Lady Marchbank.
But Cecily Locke, baronet’s wife.
Cecily stared at herself in the mirror. This is actually me. Lady Cecily Locke.
Disbelief was the third emotion she’d experienced frequently today. A triumvirate of emotions: joy, relief, disbelief.
Cecy pinched herself, an actual pinch, not merely a mental one. Can this really be true? I’m married?
But yes, the pinch hurt, and yes, it was true. This was her life now: Gareth Locke’s wife.
Her marvelous, miraculous, unexpected life.
Cecy gazed around the bedchamber. She had slept in inns before, but never in a room this nice. A lady’s room this, not a lowly nurse-companion’s. The candles were beeswax, not tallow, and the bed was piled high with soft pillows and there were pretty knickknacks on the mantelpiece. Outside it was bitterly cold, the longest night of the year almost upon them, but the snug shutters and the chintz curtains and the blazing fire kept winter at bay.
Cecy was tempted to pinch herself again. This can’t be true.
The buoyant joy surged again, and on its heels, the relief. Relief that she had a husband she loved. Relief that—for the first time in her life—she had financial security. Money was important, and perhaps it was a shameful, shallow thing to admit, but it was true. Any orphan who’d lived with an impoverished great-aunt knew it. Any wife who’d been unable to pay for a beloved husband’s funeral knew it. And any widow who’d been forced to work for her living knew it.
Cecy thought about Frederick, buried in his pauper’s grave. And then she thought about Gareth, who was alive—if somewhat battered. Gareth, with his lean, tanned face and his kind eyes. Gareth, with his amputated arm. Gareth, who’d suffered enough these past months. Protectiveness surged fiercely in Cecy’s breast. She wanted to stand between Gareth and the world, to shield him from further hurt, to make him smile, make him laugh, to fill his life with happiness. And children. Lots of children.
Cecy glanced at the wide, soft bed again. Gareth had suggested they postpone consummating their marriage until the journey was over, but she’d refused. Physical congress was part of marriage, and if it was the part a wife liked the least, it was also the part a husband liked the most; she knew that from her brief marriage to Frederick, and she also knew that the act of copulation would be over quickly. A few minutes of discomfort, a little mess afterwards, and that would be it for the night. What wife who loved her husband would balk at that? Especially if it gave her husband pleasure—and if it could bring them the children they both craved.
Cecy closed her eyes and sent up a little prayer: Please, Lord, bless us with children. She glanced at the door that connected her bedchamber to Gareth’s, and then at the clock on the mantelpiece. Gareth had said he’d knock on her door at ten.
It was only half past nine. Perhaps when she wore the clothes of a baronet’s wife, not those of a nurse-companion, it would take her half an hour to undress, but tonight that task had been completed in a matter of minutes—stripping out of the gray dress and the threadbare petticoat, the half-stays and the chemise, and donning her nightgown.
Cecy gave the clock one last glance and turned her attention to the journal she was writing. Not a journal for herself, but for the daughters she hoped to have, so that if she died before they were wed they wouldn’t go into their marriages as ignorant as she’d been.
Do not fear the marriage bed, she wrote firmly. While it is natural to feel shy and nervous, strive not to be afraid. The first time is a little painful, but thereafter it should merely be uncomfortable. As for the act of copulation, it is over swiftly. Your husband will use his hand to position his organ between your legs, then he will push it inside you a few times until he releases his seed in your womb, whereupon he will withdraw. The intimacy of the act will likely embarrass you at first, but you will soon come to regard it as commonplace. It is a little messy,