A chance encounter. A stolen moment. A passion that changes everything.
Lady Phoebe Summerville never expected London's most notorious duke to discover her hiding in a tree during a ball, much less to share a scandalous kiss when he helped her down. She told herself to forget Graham Markham, the Duke of Fairfax, and his searing touch—until fate intervened. Months later in Yorkshire, she finds herself once again perched in a tree... and face to face with the one man she can't stop thinking about.
Graham has spent years cultivating his reputation as an unrepentant scoundrel, keeping his darkest secrets safely buried. Now, taking up residence at the estate neighboring Phoebe's home, he finds himself drawn into her orbit again and again. Her fierce spirit and disarming innocence threaten to unravel his carefully constructed walls. When a stormy afternoon traps them together in an abandoned cottage, their passionate encounter leads to a forced marriage—and Graham must choose: continue pushing her away to protect her from his past, or surrender to the one woman who could be his redemption.
As Phoebe chips away at Graham's defenses, she discovers the tender heart beneath his rakish facade. But Graham knows the shadows in his past could destroy her future—unless Phoebe can prove that love is worth the risk of surrender.
FOREVER IN YOUR ARMS is the captivating final installment in the A Castle Romance series, perfect for readers who love second chances, forced marriage, and neighbors-to-lovers romance.
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London, spring, 1817
Lady Phoebe Summerville’s breath came in quick gasps as she burst through the heavy doors, her silk dress rustling loudly. She could feel the heat of her pursuer’s gaze on her back as she sprinted across the terrace, her heels clicking on the stone steps. Her heart thudded against her chest with each step, determination propelling her forward.
Behind her, Lord Owens’ voice echoed off the stone walls of Daphne and Alex’s grand home. She retreated into the shadows, her back pressed against the cool facade. Phoebe inhaled the cool night air as she peered into the darkness. It was hard to reconcile that she had once fancied Lord Owen’s. Now it was all she could do to escape him.
Upon their first meeting, he had seemed a dashing and honorable sort. They had danced twice and enjoyed their conversation, but it did not take long for her to realize he was stuffy and boorish, not to mention a bit overbearing.
She had gone out of her way to avoid him ever since and been rather successful until tonight. Phoebe sighed and glanced out across the night-shrouded garden.
The sound of shuffled footfalls echoed from above as Lord Owen called to her again, “Lady Phoebe, where have you gone?”
She held her breath and listened, praying he would soon give up and return to the masquerade. She adjusted her glittering mask, the long ostrich feather tickling her cheek. Why the devil had Daphne invited him? And how had he recognized her behind the mask? The dratted thing covered two-thirds of her face with plumes of feathers and jewels. And yet, Lord Owen had known her straight away.
She leaned a bit closer to the stairs, turning her ear upward toward the terrace and straining to hear the sounds above.
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