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  A Treasured Lily

  A Marsden Romance

  Book 2

  Dawn Brower

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  A Treasured Lily Copyright © 2015 Dawn Brower

  Cover art by Victoria Miller

  Edited by Jennifer Herrington

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

  Dedication

  A wise person told me that if I decided to write I needed to create a world that crossed over numerous books. I never set out to write and when I wrote my first book I never imagined the possibility of writing another book featuring those characters. My son is the reason I am continuing on and imagining ways to keep these characters alive. So this book and many more are because of him. Nathan thanks for inspiring me to write more, even if you are too young for me to allow you to read these books right now. Someday maybe you will. I love you.

  I also want to acknowledge the usual suspects, my awesome beta readers: Christina S, Cheryl R, Capri B, and Amanda S. You gals rock!

  Chapter One

  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “Nonsense.” Lilliana Marsden looked up at her best friend, Lady Gemma Kemsley, and frowned. “It’s a brilliant idea. My father is being unreasonable about allowing me to travel to America. The plantation in South Carolina is my inheritance. It’s about time I claimed it.”

  “It’s not going to work for you to just show up and claim it though. I don’t get why you are in such a hurry. You know full well you won’t inherit it until you marry.” Gemma reached up and smoothed over her sanguine curls, tucking a loose strand behind her ear.

  “Well, that’s not entirely true.” Lilliana’s lips twitched into a cheeky smile; it helped to have a little insight into how her parents worked. Gemma didn’t know how much she’d gotten away with over the years. Eavesdropping had become a habit of hers. A person could find out the most interesting things quite by accident. When she overheard her parent’s most recent conversation she couldn’t help the glee that filled her soul. Reining in her excitement had taken an enormous amount of restraint. She needed to leave England and start the life she envisioned for herself. One she had complete control over. Her parent’s still hoped she would settle down and get married, but they didn’t know her true reasons. “I stumbled across a bit of information that may help me to achieve my goal.”

  “I don’t understand. Did you find a way to inherit it early?”

  Lilliana got up, walked to the window of the sitting room, and pulled open the curtains. She stared out at the garden and pondered how to explain what she overheard, and exactly how it fit into her idea to get everything she wanted. Various shades of roses, red, orange, and white, scattered across the garden in a pattern that reminded Lilliana of a kaleidoscope. The garden remained one of the places that she turned to when she needed to reflect on what floated through her mind. It calmed her and made it possible for her to think rationally about any issue that arose in her life. Something about being surrounded by the plant life helped her to think and form her plans with a clear head. Lilliana needed to get Gemma to aid her in her quest to leave England. They worked their magic on her as she calmly let the curtain go and turned back towards her best friend.

  “I don’t ever plan on getting married. I told you that the day we met. My parents still insisted on a season or two. They believe everyone is capable of finding love. They don’t understand they are a rarity.”

  A sting of pain stabbed through her heart, Lilliana rubbed her chest in an attempt to erase the phantom ache. After her disastrous first season, she knew quite well how unusual it was for a love match to exist within the ton. Her choices were lecherous old men and scheming vermin only after her money. There was one man though who made her want to believe he really loved her. She found out the hard way he only wanted to use her. She was thankful he didn’t achieve his goal and Lilliana came out relatively unscathed, but the damage to her belief in love sat firmly in place.

  “Most matches are made for business or political reasons. It’s all about money and there is no way I’m handing over mine to a male to control.”

  Gemma tilted her head and crinkled her nose in confusion. Lilliana knew she didn’t get it. Her friend wanted to get married and have children. The two years difference in their ages showed when they discussed the possibility of matrimony. In time, Lilliana believed Gemma would look back on this conversation with clarity. In the midst of starting her first season and barely seventeen years old, Gemma still approached life with rose-colored glasses on. For a brief moment in time Lilliana had worn that same veil of hope; her parent’s love inspired her enough to want to find it herself.

  Reality came crashing in like a bolt of lightning and shattered every ounce of optimism she held within her. Lilliana realized finding love at the various parties hosted within London society equaled finding a mythical creature. The chances of finding a unicorn would be an easier feat. So she gave up on love and formed a new plan for her life.

  “I still think you are being preposterous. Why are you so against marriage?” Gemma folded her arms across her chest and stared at Lilliana. Her eyes pinning her in place as she spoke. “That’s what a lady is expected to do after all. I just don’t understand how you plan on claiming your inheritance without the benefit of a husband to help you get it.”

  Lilliana could feel her lips twitch into a smile. Her mother often commented on how Lilliana received all her father’s traits, even his less than desirable ones. William Thorston Marsden, fifth Viscount Torrington, had a way of getting what he wanted out of people. She admired that characteristic in her father and sought to emulate it. Still, she wished she had been lucky enough to get her mother’s pale blonde hair instead of her father’s dark curls. In Lilliana’s mind, her twin brother, Liam, was blessed because he inherited her mother’s coloring.

  “I suppose I should explain it so you won’t be left in the dark. I’ll need your assistance after all.”

  Gemma got up from her seat and crossed to the window where Lilliana still stood. “You’re my best friend. I’ll help if I can, but I’m going to be honest and say I don’t like this. I don’t want to lose you. Please reconsider.”

  “I will miss you, but I need to find my own way. Please understand this is the best thing for me.”

  Gemma sighed and then pulled Lilliana into her arms for a hug. Lilliana wrapped her arms around her best friend. She had been curious about Gemma once she realized who she was. Lady Gemma Kemsley had been the girl her father wanted her brother to marry when they were younger. She sought out an introduction to get her measure and hadn’t been disappointed in the young woman. They had only been friends for a few months, but in all her nineteen years she had never been close to another female her age. It didn’t matter that a couple years separated their age; they were a different kind of soul mate. They appreciated each other on a level that no one else ever could or would.

  “I’ll try to understand. I really will, but I’m never going to like it. You are my only friend. I will always wish for you to be near me...” Gemma pulled away from Lilliana and clasped their hands together. “Tell me what I can do to help.”

  Lilliana knew she could count on Gemma. Elation filled her as she could envision how it would all work out. Now all she needed to do was g
ive her all the details so she could do her part in the plan.

  “I overheard my parents talking. I had no intention of listening until I heard my name spoken. I found out some interesting things that I never knew. Not the least being that Mama never intended to get married and Father had blackmailed her into agreeing to be his wife.”

  Gemma gasped. “What?”

  “Makes you stop and question the validity of their love and all that doesn’t it?”

  Gemma’s mouth hung open with shock radiating from her eyes. After a small pause while the information sank in she asked, “Why would he do such a thing?”

  “Once upon a time Papa sailed his ship, the Sea Rover, as its pirate captain. Apparently he had a little feud with Mama’s grandpere and she became the leverage he needed to enact his revenge. They came out of it okay, clearly as they are still together.” Lilliana flipped her hand dismissively as she spoke. “The point is that Mama said that by the time I’m twenty if I still don’t wish to wed, she planned on giving me the deed to the plantation in South Carolina.”

  Lilliana tried over and over to explain to her parents how much marriage was distasteful to her, without going into too much detail. If her father knew exactly how her heart had been bruised, he would have murderous intentions. The real issue was she didn’t want anyone to know how naïve she had been. Now, she knew she could get what she wanted and nothing made her happier. Anxiety filled with equal swirls of excitement tumbled through her belly.

  “That’s still too long for me to wait. I won’t be twenty until December and that is nine months away. What I want to do is sail there now and use my family position to gain control. My plans are not going to change just because nine months pass by.”

  “What good will that do? Without the deed securely in your control will they allow you to oversee the plantation? Isn’t someone already there taking care of the property?” Gemma asked.

  “There is an overseer yes. I’m hoping to convince him that the letter giving him orders to give me control got lost on the mail packet before my arrival. Come let’s sit down in comfort as we work out the details.” Lilliana grabbed Gemma’s hand and led her to the settee. After they were seated she poured them both tea and handed a cup to her friend. Lilliana took a sip of tea before continuing their conversation. “I’ve thought a lot about what needs to be done. Even if the overseer doesn’t believe I have control of the plantation no one has the authority to throw me off the property because it is owned by my family. If I have to wait, I’d rather do it in South Carolina.”

  Gemma nodded. “Okay, I suppose that makes sense. What do you need me to do?”

  “Well the tricky part is leaving without letting my parents know. First, I need to find a ship sailing to America. Once I book passage I’m going to need a way to get my trunks on board without raising suspicion. I’m not worried about funds. I’ve been saving all my pin money for months now.” Lilliana gave Gemma a smile. Surely she would see how she thought of every possible issue in her plan.

  “So how do you plan on getting your trunks on board the ship?”

  “That is where you come in. Once I know what ship I’m on, I’d like you to invite me to come stay with you in the country for a week.” Lilliana set her teacup down and gave Gemma her full attention. She really needed Gemma to help her. If she didn’t, her whole plan would fall apart. Her eyes pleaded with Gemma as she spoke, “My family won’t question it because they know that our schedule is relaxed at the moment. It will give me a reason to pack a trunk or two and have them loaded onto a carriage. The carriage with your family crest on it that is.”

  “Oh, I understand. You will have the carriage drop you off at the docks and our servants will unload your trunks to be delivered to the ship. They won’t have a reason to let your family know that you’re boarding the ship. The servants will assume they already know.” Gemma nodded her head in understanding.

  “I knew you’d get it.” Excitement filled Lilliana’s voice. “It’s all coming together now. I only have one little facet to figure out before I can iron out the rest of the details. The first item I need to cross off my list is to figure out what ships are heading to America and if they are accepting passengers.”

  “However are you going to figure that out?”

  “Oh, that’s the easy part. I will just ask Liam,” Lilliana proclaimed.

  Gemma blinked several times before she asked, “Won’t he find that suspicious?”

  “Not at all,” Lilliana said waving her hand. “He’s constantly talking about the Marsden shipping line and its competitors. He just started to take over the business. Our father believes it’s time for him to learn about his future inheritance.”

  “I see. When do you plan on getting the information out of him?”

  “Tonight at the Silverton’s ball. Father is making him escort me. I will make sure to have a friendly conversation with him in the carriage on our way.”

  “You have thought of everything. I’m sure it will work just the way you want it.” A small smile grew on Gemma’s face as she looked at Lilliana. “I just wish your plans didn’t have to take you so far away from England. Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with a nice earl or baron...or even a mere mister? Anything that might inspire you to stay where I have an actual possibility to visit you, chances are I’ll never be able to travel to America to visit. Promise me you’ll come back to see me.”

  “I promise to come back to see you. In the meantime, we’ll keep in touch with lots and lots of letters. I want to know everything about your life and when you find the man of your dreams.”

  “Good. I suppose I should go. I’ll see you tonight at the ball.”

  Gemma stood up and grabbed her pelisse. After she donned it, she walked over and gave Lilliana a quick hug. She watched as Gemma left the room and got up to walk back to the window to look at the rose garden. All she could do at this point was hope all of her plans went off without a hitch. Doubts clouded her mind as she knew from experience nothing ever went exactly as planned, and naught could be done to alleviate her anxiety. Lilliana decided to try and let it go. She turned and left the sitting room to find some kind of diversion. Perhaps a book would work to distract her thoughts away from any possible problems—thinking, or over thinking in her case, had always been her worst enemy. With a smile on her lips Lilliana strolled to the library. Dark feelings would not sink through and ruin her good mood. Preparation was the key to success. No one planned and schemed better than Lilliana Marsden.

  Chapter Two

  Randall Collins stepped out of a black open carriage and followed the Earl of Devon into his gentleman’s club, Whites. Devon wanted to discuss business in a more dignified setting, hence the journey to his favorite club. Rand didn’t much like overly pompous aristocrats, but Devon had an interest in a possible investment with his shipping company. If the meeting went as planned Rand would have a new investor and could expand his business.

  “Ah, here we are, have a seat Collins and we’ll discuss what is next for RandCo Shipping,” The Earl said as he sat down in the nearest seat at the table. “And whether or not I want to give you some of my money to invest.”

  It grated on his nerves he had to seek investors to expand his business. Rand had a lot of big ideas and hoped the earl liked them enough to continue to invest in shipping company. He took the seat across from the earl and settled into discussing the future of his shipping company. With a small fleet of clippers at his disposal he did well enough for himself, but wanted to branch out into steamships for larger cargos and more reliable speeds.

  “Did you have a chance to look over the papers with my proposal?” Rand asked.

  “I did, and I admit my knowledge of shipping is rather limited. I hope you don’t mind I invited someone that knows a bit more than I do to help me decipher some of the details. Viscount Torrington and his son should arrive soon.” The Earl of Devon raised his head and scanned the room. He appeared to be scanning the room, as if looking fo
r someone he invited to join them.

  Irritation filled Rand’s gut as he let the earl’s words absorb deep into his mind. He clenched his fists tightly under the table, not wanting the man to see how much his words bothered him. Hell yes he minded, Devon could consult anyone he chose, it was his right after all to make sure he was doing the right thing for himself. However, he could have at least let Rand know they’d be meeting with someone else prior to arriving at the club. It was hard to be prepared for a meeting when all of the details hadn’t been presented in advance. Before he could voice objection, two men walked in and took a seat at the table. One was as dark as the other was light. They bore a striking resemblance, in spite of the opposite coloring, that made Rand believe them to be closely related.

  “Ah Torrington glad you and Liam could make it,” Devon said. “This here is Randall Collins. He has grand ideas for steamships. What are your thoughts on the matter?”

  As they had not been introduced, Rand gathered the older gentleman Devon spoke to was Torrington, the man he previously mentioned would be joining them. The upper class tended to refer to each other by their titles or last names. Rand couldn’t wait until he could sail back to America. The higher born in English society had a snobbish attitude that he had trouble stomaching. Torrington nodded his head at both Rand and Devon before he started to speak, “Liam knows a bit more about steamships than I do. He has been looking into them for a while now to determine if they are worth investing in. I’m a clipper man, but I realize their days are numbered.”

  “I like the idea of steamships, but even they have their pitfalls. The coal needed to keep them running can be expensive. The cargo needs to bring in a more than fair price if a profit is to be made. They have their advantages, faster and more reliable travel. I think it’s more economical for most cargo to continue to be brought over by clipper. Steamships are great for passengers and mail.” The light haired man nodded at them as he sat up straight and looked Rand directly in the eye as he delivered his viewpoint.