The wedding date
is set, and life is magical for Doyle Flanagan and Cady Delafield. Yet trouble
has a way of finding these two. Honor bound to repay an old debt, Doyle agrees
to help a friend find her sister. As he searches for the girl, painful memories
surface, stunning Cady when she discovers facts about Doyle’s hidden past.
In spite of
incredible odds, Cady and Doyle’s love has flourished. Now mired in tragedy and
secrets, their happiness is in jeopardy. Their wits are put to the test when
catastrophe strikes close to home threatening those Cady loves the most. Can
they overcome the turmoil with a fateful decision that will change their future
forever?
Excerpt
“Someone’s been in my room and
taken things.”
His brow tightened. “How do you
know?”
“I haven’t been able to find the
lovely scarf you gave me. I assumed I’d lost it or left it behind when I met
Grace for tea last week. Then today, I noticed one of your notes missing.”
“Notes?”
“When you send a gift, you always
include a card or note.”
“You kept my notes?” Doyle beamed.
“I’m a romantic, all right?” Hot
with embarrassment, Cady lifted her chin and stared him dead on. “They’re
precious. I’ll cherish them forever.”
His face softened. He skimmed a
finger along her jaw and let it linger over her lips. At his touch, her body
quickened.
“What did the note say?” When he
removed his hand, the spell broke.
“Oh, it was the one about our first
kiss, where I trembled beneath your fingers.”
“Ah, I recall.” His voice dropped a
level.
The same finger he’d placed over
her lips now traced the opening of her dress causing an immediate shiver of
excitement. It slipped past the fastened buttons and stopped just over her
heart. “Is anything else missing?” As easy as a breeze, he undid the button
between her breasts.
“I don’t think so.” Even to her own
ears, she sounded shaky.
“Are you afraid?” His finger darted
inside and wiggled below the silky fabric of her corset and chemise.
“No,” she breathed.
He dipped his head, his mouth mere
inches from hers and worked a few more buttons.
“Are you worried one of your
roommates may harm you?” When his hand disappeared inside her dress and
caressed her nipple, she gasped.
“Angry,” she mumbled, aware more of
the physical sensations than logic and words.
“Cady?”
“What?” It was as if he called to
her in a fog.
“You’re trembling beneath my
fingers, like the first time.” His words were a feather brush erasing all
reason.
“Are you surprised?” she managed to
ask.
“The way you tremble, the change in your
breathing…” With a sweep of an arm, he slipped her on his lap.
Relieved and thrilled that the
moment she’d waited for all night had arrived, she threw her arms about his
shoulders. Her mouth fell hard on his, and she lost herself to a kiss that
seemed wonderfully unending.
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