Her Seafaring Scoundrel
The Crawfords Series by Sophie Barnes Publication Date: April 28, 2020 Genre: Historical, Romance
About the Book:
The last thing she wants is a husband…
Least of all one determined to win her heart…
Lady Cassandra has no desire to marry. But when Captain Devlin Crawford brings scandal to her doorstep and offers salvation, she cannot say no. Not with her daughter’s future at stake. So she decides to accept Devlin’s offer, provided he agrees to never being intimate with her. For although Cassandra is drawn to Devlin, she refuses to dishonor the memory of her one true love.
Devlin knows he’s made a mess, but now that it’s done, marrying Cassandra doesn’t seem like the worst idea in the world. Far from it, though it will take serious effort on his part to convince her of this. Especially since she’s never stopped mourning the man she was meant to marry over a decade ago. So once they set off on a grand ocean voyage, Devlin embarks on his greatest adventure yet – the wooing of his wife.
About Sophie Barnes:
Born in Denmark, Sophie has spent her youth traveling with her parents to wonderful places all around the world.
She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor’s degree from Parson’s School of design, but most impressive of all – she’s been married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in three different dresses.
While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion – writing.
When she’s not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family. She currently lives on the East Coast.
Read an Excerpt:
“I cannot believe the duke and duchess would think to invite her.” The speaker had just stepped onto the terrace a few yards from where Devlin stood.
“It is my understanding that she and the duchess are dear friends,” another voice gently advised.
“Well yes. There is that, I suppose. But to not consider the Vernons’ feelings really is bad form.” There was a small sniff. “Can you imagine having your scandalous daughter make a spectacle on the dance floor for all the world to see? I mean, honestly! She practically threw herself at him, poor man.” There was an outraged snort. “As if Lord Devlin would ever consider marrying the likes of her. The mere thought of it is—”
“What?” Devlin asked stepping forward. He set his glass aside and faced the spiteful shrew. His head felt like it might explode at any given second. In fact, strangling the woman before him was not an implausible outcome. He stared her down while digging his fingernails into his palms. “The mere thought of me marrying Lady Cassandra is what, madam?”
“I…ugh…” The shrew gaped at him as if he were some sort of statue who’d suddenly come to life. And then she said, “I am Baroness DeVries. A lady of the peerage.”
Devlin deliberately grunted, then proceeded to stare her down.
“I don’t believe he cares about that,” the baroness’s friend muttered.
She was right. The only thing Devlin cared about at that precise moment was seeing justice served. Because Cassandra was one of the finest people he’d ever known and she deserved to be defended. Even if that meant forcing the horrid baroness to choke on her own words.
“Yes?” he inquired in an eerily quiet voice that managed to turn his own stomach. “You were saying?”
“Um…merely that…er…” She glanced at her friend while fidgeting with her gloves but when she found no help there, she surprised Devlin by raising her chin and looking him dead in the eye. “You are a duke’s brother for heaven’s sake and she is nothing but a—”
“Lady DeVries,” Caleb snapped.
“—trollop,” the baroness finished, punctuating her statement with a victorious smile.
What she couldn’t see was the blood rushing through Devlin’s veins or the tight strain of his muscles. Never in his life had he been so livid, and if Lady DeVries had been a man, he would have called her out by now so he could have the pleasure of shooting her dead.
“Devlin,” Caleb murmured from somewhere nearby. “Don’t do anything rash. I beg you.”
But the middle-aged woman who stood before Devlin, dripping with smug maliciousness, had pushed him past all reason. “And what makes you so much better?” he asked.
Lady DeVries gasped. Her friend gulped, took a step back, and then fled back inside the ballroom, abandoning the baroness to her fate. Caleb groaned and Monty managed to get in a weary, “For God’s sake, Dev,” before Lady DeVries recovered and said, “I will not be spoken to in such a rude manner. I deserve better.”
“So does Lady Cassandra.”
The baroness crossed her arms. “Don’t be absurd. She might have been born into the nobility, but she threw all of that away the moment she chose to—”
“Madam,” Devlin seethed, “I would advise you to choose your next words wisely.”
“Or I shall have to ask you to leave,” Caleb said.
The baroness scoffed – scoffed! – in response to her host’s statement, but Caleb apparently chose to let it go without comment. “Why am I not surprised?” she asked as she turned away and started toward the French doors leading back to the ballroom. But just when Devlin thought that might be the end of their quarrel, she turned back to face him with all the arrogance Devlin despised about the aristocracy. “Lady Cassandra is a fallen woman. When even her parents can see that, I don’t understand why you find it such a hard concept to grasp.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Monty murmured.
Devlin speared Lady DeVries with his hardest glare. “You will not speak of her in that manner.”
“As much as I respect your family, I hardly think it appropriate for you to advise me on how I may or may not refer to a person of such low moral standing as Lady Cassandra.”
Maybe it was the fact that he’d just gotten off a ship after several months at sea, maybe it was the champagne—though he seriously doubted it, or maybe it was the fact that he’d really enjoyed seeing Cassandra again that finally made Devlin come up with something completely unplanned and, quite possibly, cataclysmic. What he did know was that he could think of only one way in which to give Cassandra the stamp of approval necessary to make this woman regret her words.
Blind with rage and as he’d later admit not entirely clear-headed, he ignored Caleb’s words of warning and leaned toward the baroness. Meeting her gaze with all the hatred he possessed for her at that moment, he said, “It bloody well is when she is to be my wife.”
Captain Devlin Crawford is briefly at home between his around the world, commercial sea voyages. While attending a ball, he overhears a shrewish baroness disrespecting family friend, Cassandra. When the self righteous woman won’t back down, even when directly confronted by Devlin, he boldly declares that Cassandra is to become his wife. While this statement has the desired effect of silencing the gossiping harpy, it also stuns his family and friends, many of whom were watching the scene unfold. As Devlin starts to calm down, he begins to think that marriage with Cassandra might not be so bad after all. She’s a dear friend, lovely, and there’s always been a subtle undertone of attraction between them. He knows, though, that he has an uphill battle to convince his “fiancée.”
Many years ago, Cassandra Moor was engaged to Timothy, a man she loved deeply. Their love just couldn’t wait for marriage, and they anticipated their vows. Tragically, Timothy was killed in an accident while on his way to the church for the wedding. Cassandra’s pain and grief eased somewhat, as she found out she was to have a child. Her parents, however, were not overjoyed, and disowned her. Cassandra’s brother set her up with a home, where she lived quietly with her daughter, as well as several orphaned children she housed there. Her infrequent visits to town always had her being shunned by her parents, and gossiped about. Cassandra is content to live away from society, mourning her lost love, and caring for the children.
When Cassandra learns of her “engagement,” she is stunned, and can’t imagine what Devlin was thinking, and doesn’t hesitate to let him know her feelings. Devlin presses his suit, emphasizing how beneficial the marriage would be for her illegitimate daughter, Penelope. When Penny enters the discussion, stating how fond she is of Devlin, and how she’d love him as a father, Cassandra is defeated. She does, however, have terms of her own. This will be a marriage in name only with no intimacy. Surprisingly, Devlin agrees, and the couple marries. The new family sets out on a voyage to see the world.
There is so much to love about Devlin. He showers care and attention on his new wife and stepdaughter, teaching them about his life on the sea. Though he will never force the issue, Devlin has confidence that his charm will win over Cass, and that she’ll come to share his bed. He never realized how deeply ingrained her devotion to Timothy still is. Whenever Dev makes progress, any desire Cass feels sends her whirling in a cloud of guilt. At first I admired her steadfastness, but it quickly got old, and I was thoroughly irritated with her. I wanted to urge her not to bury herself with Timothy while she still had many years of life to live.
As I got to know Cass better, I learned that she is a logical woman, as well as one who feels deeply. She needs to work things through at her own pace, and look at the facts behind the emotions. When Cass finally allows herself to feel passion again, I was so thrilled for this couple, thinking the happy ever after was forthcoming. But it was not to be. Hurdle after hurdle appears for this couple every time it seems that there issues and problems are resolved. It almost seems like fate is conspiring against them.
I became totally engrossed in HER SEAFARING SCOUNDREL and its main characters. I love Devlin for being such an upstanding, honest, caring man. His relationship with Penny is truly beautiful, and I admire his strength in standing up against a bigoted society whose rules of conduct ensure that anyone who crosses a toe over the line is a pariah. Cass is definitely stubborn, but she can be reasoned with, and her care of her daughter is stellar. You know that once you win her love, you will have it forever. As for Penny, this young lady is wise beyond her young years. She played a major part in this story, and is truly delightful. HER SEAFARING SCOUNDREL will appeal to readers who love a slow building romance which has to overcome many obstacles along the way. ~Rose