Three months have passed since Lady Emmaline Darling left her lover and fellow adventurer, Miles. Not certain she’s in love with him, they’re bonded in a miraculous way—she’s enceinte. Yet, despite his promises to write and make plans, there’s been nothing but silence. When she discovers he’s lied and has been out of pocket on a secret mission for the Crown, she’s convinced she can go it alone despite the scandal—and he can’t be trusted enough to know her secret hope.
Watching Emmaline slip from his life with his daughter broke his heart, but as fifth Earl of Archewyne, Miles Lawrence Hawkins’ responsibility to England called louder than his heartstrings, as does the lingering hope to bring Lord Leventhorpe’s killer to light. While chasing a faction of Bonaparte sympathizers intent on starting war anew using an obscure relic of great power, his fate crosses Emmaline’s—and she’s as volatile as the earthquake that puts them both in peril.
They strike a tentative peace, for the opportunity to adventure—and to survive—together is stronger than their hurt feelings. Mutual need collides in the course of duty, but before the state of their hearts can be realized, fate, with danger as a companion, intervenes. With betrayal, insidious peril and a killer lurking, finding their happy ending will be a harrowing prospect indeed, but adventure—and love—doesn’t come without risk.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical / VictorianThis book released in 2017 and is part of a reader's favorite series following the same couple.
Though… She flew down the wooden stairs at too quick a pace then was obliged to pause at the bottom and clutch the newel post until the world stopped spinning. After a deep breath, she continued on her way into the garden. However, if she wanted to admit it to herself, she missed England. Well, not the country specifically or the ugliness of most of the ton, if she were being truly honest.
Only one tall Englishman, who possessed broad shoulders, a quick wit and a penchant for stuffiness and knack of burrowing under her skin. Not to mention kisses that turned her knees to mush and set fire to her blood.
Archewyne.
Her heart suffered a strange little flutter and an answering tickle passed through her belly. However, when she saw him again, it wouldn’t be a romantic reunion. What sort of man handed off his daughter then didn’t write during the whole time they’d been parted? Had he managed to clear his name from the murder allegations put forth the day before she’d quit England, or was he even now sitting in Newgate devising a plan? That would have certainly kept him from writing.
Perhaps, but even those incarcerated, especially a peer with coin, could manage to procure stationery and the means to write and have posted a letter. Granted, she’d written him two letters, with one informing him of a certain, miraculous occurrence, but even that hadn’t warranted a response.
I’ll give him the dressing down he so richly deserves. She allowed a tiny smile. Well, barring that, their reunion might be a touch romantic. Erotic more like. After all, she did have needs, and they’d grown stronger due to her current condition.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Jenny Riemer
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