Once a Rebel
by Mary Jo Putney
Genre:
Historical Romance
“Putney’s
endearing characters and warm-hearted stories never fail to inspire
and delight.”
—Sabrina Jeffries
A Rogue Redeemed
As Washington burns,
Callista Brooke is trapped in the battle between her native England
and her adopted homeland. She is on the verge of losing everything,
including her life, when a handsome Englishman cuts through the
violent crowd to claim that she is his. Callie falls into her
protector's arms, recognizing that he is no stranger, but the boy
she'd once loved, a lifetime ago.
Lord George Gordon
Audley had been Callie’s best friend, and it was to Gordon she
turned in desperation to avoid a loathsome arranged marriage. But the
repercussions of his gallant attempt to rescue her sent Callie
packing to Jamaica, and Gordon on a one way trip to the penal colony
of Australia.
Against all odds,
Gordon survived. Finding Callie is like reclaiming his tarnished
soul, and once again he vows to do whatever is necessary to protect
her and those she loves. But the innocent friendship they shared as
children has become a dangerous passion that may save or destroy them
when they challenge the aristocratic society that exiled them both….
Kingston Court, Lancashire, 1799
“Richard! Richard!”
Lord George Gordon Richard Augustus Audley, third and most worthless
son of the Marquess of Kingston, snapped awake at the hissing voice outside his
open bedroom window. Callie? She wasn’t supposed to be home from school for
another week. He frowned; it had to be her. Only two people had ever called him
Richard, and she was the only one who might be climbing up the thick vines
below his window.
In the warm night he wore only his drawers. Though he and Callie had
been best friends since they were in the nursery, they weren’t on terms of
seminudity, so he grabbed his robe and tied the sash as he swung from the bed.
He leaned out the casement and looked down into the rustling vines. In
the light of a full moon, the heart-shaped face and shining red-blond hair were
unmistakable. But what the devil was the Honorable Catherine Callista Brooke
doing scrambling up to his room in the middle of the night?
“Callie, you’re insane!” he said affectionately as he leaned out and
extended a hand to help her up and over the sill. “If I’d known you were home
from school, I could have called tomorrow in a perfectly civilized manner.”
Her hand clamped onto his and she scrambled over the sill and into his
room. She was dressed as a boy, which was sensible for climbing vine-covered
walls.
He was about to say more when the moonlight revealed shining streaks on
her face. Callie was crying? She never cried. She had nerves of Damascus steel.
“What’s wrong, Callie?” he asked sharply.
“Everything!” she replied in a raw voice.
She was shaking, so he instinctively wrapped com-forting arms around
her. He must have grown in the last months of school, because she seemed
smaller as she buried her face against his shoulder. “Steady, Catkin,” he said
quietly as he patted her back. “We’ve been in and out of enough trouble to know
how to fix problems.”
“Not this kind of problem.” She took a deep breath and stepped back,
though she kept hold of his arms as if not trusting her balance.
Moonlight touched her face, revealing a dark mark on her left cheek.
Swearing, he skimmed a gentle fingertip over the bruise. “Damnation, your
father has been beating you again!”
Callie shrugged. “I’m used to that, being the most dis-obedient, rebellious,
devil-touched daughter in England, as he informs me regularly. But this time .
. .” Her voice broke before she continued. “It’s much worse. He’s going to
marry me to some horrible old planter from the West Indies!”
“Good God, how has that come about?” Gordon steered her to a chair,
then retrieved his hidden flask of forbidden brandy. He poured a small measure
into a glass and added an equal amount of water before handing it over. “How
would a planter from the Indies even know you exist?”
“He’s some kind of distant connection of my father. A widower.” She
sipped at the watered brandy, coughed, sipped some more. “He called at Rush
Hall to discuss business, saw me, and offered marriage because I’m so
beautiful!” She almost spat the words out.
“Beautiful?” Gordon blinked at the thought. She was . . . Callie.
Pretty enough with that sunset red-gold hair, and she was athletic and graceful
as well. An old man might consider the hair and Callie’s vibrant good spirits
enough to be beauty. “You’re only sixteen, so surely that means a long
betrothal.”
She shook her head violently. “He wants to marry immediately, before he
returns to the Indies! He’s staying at the Hall now. As soon as my father said
he could have me and good riddance, the fellow sent to London for a special
license. It came today. My father told me this evening that I’ll be married the
day after tomorrow.”
“He can’t force you to marry a stranger!” Gordon said, aghast. “Just
keep saying no. It won’t be easy, but you’re practiced at disobedience.”
She shook her head, shaking again. “If I don’t obey, I’m afraid he’ll
take his anger out on my sisters.”
Damnably, she was probably right. Callie’s sisters were vulnerable, and
her father was quite capable of bullying or hurting them to insure Callie’s
cooperation. Gordon wrapped an arm around her shoulders, murmuring soft,
comforting words until she pulled away with a smile that almost worked. “You’re
talking to me like one of your horses.”
“It works with frightened fillies, so it seemed worth trying.” He
smiled when she rolled her eyes with elab-orate disdain, but sobered swiftly.
“What do you want me to do, Callie?”
“I’m going to run away and I need money,” she said bluntly. “Can you
lend me some?”
He frowned. “Run away to where?”
“My Aunt Beatrice. She’s my godmother and has said I’m welcome to visit
anytime. I’ll be safe with her.”
“But for how long? If your father comes to drag you off to get married,
she won’t be able to stand up to him.”
Callie bit her lip. “Then I’ll change my name and disappear into
Manchester or Birmingham. I’ll find some sort of work.”
“Become a mill worker?” he asked incredulously. “This is not a good
plan, Callie!”
“Not a mill worker! You know how good I am at sewing. I’m sure I can
find a job as a seamstress,” she said impatiently. “If you can lend me twenty
or thirty pounds, it will be enough to get me away and support me until I’m
established somewhere my father will never find me.”
He bit his lip, thinking how many disastrous things might happen to a
pretty, inexperienced girl, even one who was intelligent, ingenious, and brave.
He caught his breath as a thought struck. Yet it made sense. “I have a
better idea, Callie. Marry me. We can be in Scotland in two days and we’re old
enough to marry there without permission.”
She gasped, her hazel eyes widening. “And you think I’m insane! We’re
too young to get married, even if it is legal in Scotland. Marriage is
forever.” She bit her lip. “I’ve always wanted to marry for love.”
“My parents did that and it didn’t work out particularly well,” he
retorted. “I’ve always thought that in the unlikely event that I marry, it
would be to a friend, and aren’t we best friends?”
She frowned as she considered his proposal. “I sup-pose marrying you
would be better than a fat old planter with damp hands.”
He grinned. “I am so very flattered.”
“You know I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just that marriage seems so
. . . so extreme.”
“It is, but so is being bullied into marriage to a man you can’t
stand.” He shrugged. “If someday you meet someone you really want to marry, I
won’t stand in your way. It’s easier to get a divorce in Scotland than in
England. In the meantime, you’d be better off with me because I won’t try to
force you to do anything you don’t want.”
“There is that,” she admitted. “If we’re married, we’ll both be free of
our fathers and able to look out for each other.”
“It would be a grand adventure,” he said, liking the idea more and
more. “At twenty-one I’ll have control of half the money my godfather left me.
It’s enough for us to live comfortably. Between now and then, we’ll discover
what life is like for average people. We’ll find work with some decent country
squire. You can be a lady’s maid and I’ll look after the horses.”
Callie’s face lit with laughter. “You’re right, it would be an
adventure! Far better than marrying a dreadful stranger. We’ll make it work. We
always do. No more adults telling us we’re too rebellious and ill behaved!”
“Too wild and fated to come to a bad end!” Exhilarated, Gordon swept Callie
into his arms and kissed her. He started the kiss as a friend, and ended it as
. . . something else. She was sweet and warm and strong in his arms, and for
the first time ever he thought of her as a girl. No, not a girl, but a young
woman ripe for marriage.
She also reacted to the kiss, leaning into him, her lips parting. Heat
kicked through him. He’d admired his share of pretty girls and stolen a few
kisses, but this was different. More. She would be his wife and they would have
physical and emotional intimacy beyond anything he could imagine. The prospect
was alarming, but also exhilarating.
Callie drew back, her eyes shining. “The adventure of a lifetime,” she
breathed. “And the sooner we begin, Richard, the better!”
Mary Jo Putney is
a New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author who has written over 50 novels and novellas. A ten-time
finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA, she has won the
honor twice and is on the RWA Honor Roll for bestselling authors. She
has been awarded two Romantic Times Career Achievement Awards, four
NJRW Golden Leaf awards, plus the NJRW career achievement award for
historical romance. Though most of her books have been historical
romance, she has also published contemporary romances, historical
fantasy, and young adult paranormal historicals.
Mary Jo Putney,
Jo Beverley, Joanna Bourne, Patricia Rice, Nicola Cornick, Cara
Elliott, Anne Gracie, Susan King are the ladies otherwise
known as the Word Wenches. These eight authors have written a
combined 231 novels and 74 novellas. They’ve won awards such as the
RITAS, RT Lifetime Achievement award, RT Living Legend, and RT
Reviewers Choice award. Several of them are regulars on the New
York Times and USA Today bestseller lists.
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