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LADY GEORGIANA CRESSINGTON is living a nightmare. Coerced by her father into returning to her childhood home, the young widow becomes a pawn in his heartless game. Her return to Summerfield Hall reunites her with the man she once loved—before their hearts were shattered by a devastating betrayal.
SIR ROBERT GARRICK, an artist knighted by the queen, lives alone in a mansion near the family estate Georgiana’s duplicitous father won in a crooked card game. Rob sets out to regain Summerfield Hall to keep Georgiana’s son from inheriting Rob’s rightful home. However, when he and Georgiana are thrown together, he once again craves the forbidden lady he never stopped loving, and a passion that never died bursts into flames.
Facing danger and a long-hidden truth, Georgiana and Rob must confront a relentless enemy and heal the wounds on their souls in order to claim the powerful love that will restore their fractured hearts.
Oh, dear, he’d read her mind. Her cheeks heated. “Don’t tell me you are going to stand in the middle of Charingham and flirt outrageously whilst everyone in the village looks on.”
He stood straight and tall, his hands clasped behind his back. While his eyes danced with merriment, there was no mistaking the fire banked in them as, once again, he openly studied her every movement. He leaned to her ear, his words a sensuous whisper. “Madame, I do not consider my frank confession to be an exercise in flirting, but if it will get me that kiss, then I shall commence with the task at once.”
“You are outrageous.”
“Indeed, and I thank you for noticing.”
She drew in a deep breath and spoke on the exhale. “I have learned there are four kinds of love, Rob. There is filial love, which the Malverns have barrels of—spilling over the top, I might add. There is romantic love, of which I have no desire to enter into ever again since I have no plans to marry. And then there is love of family.”
Rob lifted a brow. “The fourth?”
“Love of friends. Special friends.”
His eyes held steady with hers, and for a moment she felt as though her heart might burst. “And you wish for me to remain in your love of friends category?”
He stood before her for a long moment, his gaze powerful and penetrating. Then, with a little bow, he kissed her hand. “You are a remarkable woman who speaks well, and with a good deal of intelligence. But just now you spoke foolishly. After our foray by the pond, it has become clear you want me and I want you. Even though you have no desire to marry again, and I am not inclined to wed, we have not finished with each other. Until we do, what exists between us will eat away at our insides until there is nothing left of us, so let’s bring to an end whatever we started sixteen years ago, and then we’ll have this conversation again.”
Good God! She was at a loss for words
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About the Author
Kathleen Bittner Roth creates evocative stories featuring characters forced to draw on their strength of spirit to overcome adversity and find unending love. Her own fairy tale wedding in a Scottish castle led her to her current residence in Budapest, Hungary, considered one of Europe’s most romantic cities. A PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, Kathleen was a finalist in the prestigious Golden Heart® contest.