Known for his ruthless efficiency, Captain
George Huntley is sent to stamp out smuggling on the south coast of England
With Hope as bait, the Captain sets a trap
to catch the rest of the gang. But in a battle of wills, with his reputation at
stake, George Huntley starts to respect feisty, independent Hope. Challenged by
her sea-green eyes and stubborn loyalty Huntley now faces a new threat - his
growing attraction to a sworn enemy. But a love where either Hope betrays her
own kind, or Captain Huntley is court-marshaled, is not an easy destiny to
follow.
Excerpt:
"I
don’t want your pity."
"And
I have no pity to give."
Slowly
he turned. "Then why are you here?"
"Once
you helped me. You protected me when others condemned me…and didn’t
judge."
“But
I don’t want anyone, least of all you, to feel sorry for me.”
“And
why would I do that?”
“Because
I am not the man I was. Because I am useless. A wreck.”
“Well
the man I know is bigger than that. The man I see before me, stood up to his
fellow officers for what he believed was right. Your body will heal and you
will recover, but your injury has taught you humility…and that’s a very
appealing quality.”
Huntley
stared at her, astounded. “It is?”
“Oh yes,
I didn't liked the arrogant, bully of a man you were before, but this Huntley,
the one who cries into his horse's mane, is altogether more attractive.”
“Well
I’ll be damned if I ever understand women.” His heart thudded, as they faced
each other, so close that he could smell the scent of bedsheets on her skin.
Merciful heavens, a man could lose himself in the depths of those tilted green
eyes, standing there with her luscious lips softly parted.
He
cleared his throat, acutely aware of the pulse at the base of her throat. “Miss
Tyler, unless you want to be ravaged, I would suggest you leave now.”
She
didn’t move. A primal beat throbbed through his blood. He licked his lips and
took a step forward to trap her against the stable wall.
“Why
didn’t you go?”
Without
fear she gazed into his eyes. "Because I chose to stay."
He
claimed her mouth, so warm and moist, such precious heat as she returned his
kisses, gently at first then with urgency. He leant closer, pressing the delicious
length of her against his body. It excited him to know that beneath the
redingcote was no armoury of stays and petticoats, just one thin nightrail. A
sense of mastery swept through his body, as he lowered her hands to caress the
undulating line of her waist. Breathing heavily, he leant down to taste her
skin of neck. She arched and groaned in response, throwing back her head to
expose the milky curve of her throat…
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