In Love and War

By: Suzanne Barrett | Other books by Suzanne Barrett
Categories: Mainstream Romance, Contemporary, Women's Fiction
Word Count: 64,700
Heat Level: SENSUAL
Published By: Turquoise Morning Press

 

Embittered war correspondent Quinn Lawlor returns to his ancestral home in Ireland where he finds solace in the arms of Waterford dairy farmer Meaghann Power.

Meaghann must separate her daytime life as farmer and daughter of Irish rebels from nights of blazing desire for the one man she shouldn't love.

Will their passion prove strong enough to overcome a decades-old bitter struggle?







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In Love and War
In Love and War

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ISBN: 9781935817413
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Professional Reviews

"This novel is a fine example of the "wish-they-still-published-books-like this" variety: unput-downable and unforgettable." Carolyn Woolston

Excerpt

Meaghann awoke to pale morning light. A breath stirred her hair. Turning her head, she focused on Quinn’s extraordinarily long eyelashes and the almost boyish expression captured in sleep. Up close, and with the pillow hiding the scar, his youthful good looks couldn’t be denied. Quinn Lawlor was a remarkable man. One whose arm now draped possessively over her body, his hand on her breast! For a moment she allowed herself the luxury of contentment his nearness generated. The heat from his fingers burned a path through her shirt, and she felt her nipples tingle. Jerking herself away, she rose.

Quinn’s eyes snapped open. “You!” His gaze registered surprise at her disheveled appearance. “What’re you doing here?”

Meaghann silenced him with a look, then bent to tie her shoes. “You were ill, Mr. Lawlor.”

Quinn started to rise, and groaned. “Ill?”

“You had an abscess.”

“My leg hurts like hell. You’ve been here all night?”

She nodded.

“God, can’t even get sick without help!”

“I stayed to make sure you were all right.” She evaded his speculative gaze and went on. “As it seems you are, I’ll go now and make you some breakfast.”

Grunting, Quinn propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at the pajamas. “Did you get me into these?”

“I did—and it’s quite a time I had getting them on a big hulk like yourself.” She turned away lest he see the blush she knew stained her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Didn’t mean to cause trouble.” His gaze captured hers, questioning. “Where did you sleep?”

Meaghann colored. “I shared a portion of the bed. Before your fever broke, you had chills.”

“I see. You provided the warmth.” Quinn’s confusion dissolved in a knowing smile. “You’re more generous than I had imagined.”

Meaghann stiffened. She had never enjoyed humor at her expense, and her pounding pulse echoed her discomfort. “You were quaking like a leaf. I did it out of necessity.”

Quinn gave an uncomfortable cough. “Er— Did I do or say anything?”

Meaghann fiddled with her braid, then flung it back over her shoulder. “You called out something in the night.” And just for a moment, you made me want you. His brow furrowed. “Must have thought you were someone else.”

“I expect you did.”