Upon a Wicked Sea

By S. Cinders

A Steamy High Seas Novella

 

Eliza has been betrayed by every man she has ever known. After years of planning and saving, she finally has enough to escape the brothel life and sail to the Americas. However, fate has other plans for her in the form of her childhood love, James.

 

On the night of their elopement, James was taken and impressed into the King's navy. Horrified that Eliza never knew what happened to him, James has done whatever it takes to make it back to his love.

 

Only they are no longer the innocent youths from the past. Can these star-crossed lovers find their way back to each other? Is there room in their love for more than just the two of them?

 

This novella isn't for the faint of heart, including passionate scenes with M/M and M/M/F content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. Cinders
• Release date: Aug 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393561101

S. Cinders

S. CINDERS is a multi-genre author with over thirty titles ranging from sci-fi romance, historical romance, new adult romance, fractured fairy tales, to paranormal romance. S. CINDERS lives in the Midwest with her husband and two teenage sons who keep her on her toes. Known as the naughty romance author, you will remember her for her banter and engaging characters. Once you start, you won't want to stop! "S. Cinders writes characters that I would want to hang out with in real life!" -KAT "No matter what genre she writes, Cinders always has me laughing my head off!" -ANGE "Loved it. It was heartfelt and touching. Not many stories surprise me but this one did." HUNTER & HOLT - Carol

Book preview

Prologue

1665 ENGLAND

Eliza pasted on a dazzling smile for the fat Viscount. From the awkward gait, to his sloppy gestures, Eliza could see that the man was deep in his cups. A small smile played about her painted lips. Perhaps the Viscount would be even easier to fleece than she had previous imagined.

With a smile as fake as the paste diamonds hanging from her ears, Eliza attempted to help the man out of his coat. The fabric was opulent, silks and satins that were stained with perspiration. His cloak, of red satin, was being dragged behind him, the silver embroidery shimmering in the lamplight.

Upon closer inspection, Eliza could clearly see that the Viscount’s shoulders were padded, and one would have to be deaf to miss the creaking of his stomacher.

Another drink, Milord? Her melodious voice was soft and soothing.

As if under her spell, the fat man’s eyes drooped. Err, yes, of course.

Eliza made sure to lean forward just enough to show the Viscount a bit of her bosom as she poured the drugged wine into a flask. She lifted the liquid to her own lips and pretended to steal a taste.

Eliza moved forward, careful to let her negligee slip a little further down her shoulder to expose a rounded breast. True to form the Viscount’s beady little eyes narrowed on the silky flesh and his hand reached out to cup her mound.

Such a pretty thing. He gave her breast a rough squeeze. His florid cheeks puffed, and the Viscount stuttered, Now that’s for me, my dear.

With the practice and skill of a professional, Eliza blushed, her long lashes brushing the pinks of her cheeks. It was a move so practiced that she could have done it in her sleep. However, the effect never failed to charm even the most hardened of rakes.

Contritely, Eliza handed the Viscount the flask and waited for him to drink the poison inside.

The bawdy house might be different, and her name for the night might be new, but the game was one she had been playing for nearly ten years. It never failed to reel them in. All men were enthralled with the glitz and glamor of the nuns of Covent Garden.

They whispered about their exploits behind their newspapers and bragged about their conquests at their clubs. Eliza was no fool. She understood that men fueled their egos on being the biggest and the best. Whether they were speaking about country seats or the cock between their thighs—theirs had to be superior to all others.

Once Eliza had learned how to manipulate her quarry into believing they had experienced the night of their lives, she had no need to engage in any illicit affairs. It often didn’t even matter what truly occurred once they were enclosed with the whore of their choice.

Men thrived on the anticipation of the naughty or illicit things that could be happening but not necessarily what was. There were plenty of blokes that wished to fuck another man. Eliza had arranged such a meeting for several aristocrats. She didn’t care what kink or perversion they indulged in.

Her favorite customer wouldn’t pay her any heed whatsoever. With a grunt, they removed their boots and were snoring before she could blink. Sadly, such clients were few and far between. But it didn’t matter. Aside from such an obliging client, a drunk man was the easiest to fool of all.

The Viscount flopped back onto the bed with a thud—right on schedule. Eliza tugged off his gloves and slipped one onto her small hand. It was a little disgusting to feel the man’s sweat, but it couldn’t be helped. She wasn’t about to touch his flesh with her own, and she had no desire to soil her pair.

With a deft flick of her wrist, she unfastened his breeches and moved his smallclothes. His small dick was lying flaccid to the side. With a snort, Eliza wondered if the man had ever sired an heir. She couldn’t imagine that he could possibly satisfy his wife with such a small willy.

Grabbing a vile of milk from her forgotten tea, Eliza poured some over the man’s dick and lower abdomen. It would dry and be sticky enough to appear to be semen. Then with a skill that would have shocked any well-bred lady of the court. Eliza rummaged through his coat and found the small bag of coins he had been hiding.

Pursing her lips, Eliza checked the man’s hem, pants, shoes, and cloak. She even checked the lining of his hat. Satisfied that she had taken it all, Eliza smiled at the fool. She usually wouldn’t bleed her victims of all their coin, but tonight she planned on leaving