For three long and lonely years, Tristan Trent, the Marquess of Hopkins, waited for his wife Elaina’s return. Eyewitnesses insist no one could have survived the storm that swept her overboard, but Tristan refuses to give up hope—even when he is trapped into a betrothal he doesn’t want and forced to declare Elaina dead.
Elaina Trent has no memories of her life before waking in Alderney surrounded by strangers, and three years of trying to recall an elusive history has left her life in limbo. Determined to have a future even though her past is gone, she accepts a marriage proposal and a promise for a new life. But when a man claiming to be her brother-in-law stumbles across her, Elaina has no choice except to end her engagement and return to a husband she no longer knows.
When Elaina and Tristan are finally reunited, she still cannot recall what they once shared. Can she begin anew with a gentleman she doesn’t even know and hope that love grows once again, or will they remain strangers forever?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency57 ratings/review on Amazon – average 4.2 / 44 ratings on Goodreads – average 4.4
“I forbid you to go!”
Elaina Trent wheeled around, hands on her hips and pierced her husband with a glare. “Forbid me?”
Tristan Trent, Marquess of Hopkins, knew immediately he’d said the wrong thing, but Elaina was not accepting reason. “It’s too dangerous. It’s bloody France, for God’s sake.”
“It’s where my family is,” she argued.
“Your family lives at Wyndhill Park, outside of Farnham, Surrey, England.”
Elaina blew out a sigh. “My brothers live at Wyndhill Park. I wish to see my grandmother.”
A grandmother who also happened to live in Dinan, France, currently ruled by Napoleon and at war with England. “Elaina, please understand, it’s too dangerous.”
“Not for me.”
“What of my children. It’s dangerous for them,” Tristan continued to argue.
“Our children, and I’ll protect them. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to Paris or Calais. I’m sailing into Saint-Malo and will travel to Dinan from there.”
“Elaina, please delay your holiday. I have a feeling…”
“You just hate that I wish to do something for myself. Something that is important to me that doesn’t meet with your approval.”
