Almost Guilty

Highland Press Publishing

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 101,539
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She cannot run far enough . . .

            Accused of a heinous crime, Jacie Fielding flees to London. Denied access to the profession she hungers for, she is hunted by those who want her silenced . . . and unwillingly is drawn to the very man who can expose her.

He has searched too long

            In ruthless pursuit of the truth behind his friends' murders, Gabriel Rayne is determined to prove Jacie's involvement in the crime. And battle losing his heart to the very woman he must accuse.

They are

Each other's adversaryand salvation.

A tale of love and intrigue by the author of Almost Taken  

Almost Guilty
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Almost Guilty

Highland Press Publishing

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 101,539
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Isabel Mere's skill with words and the turn of a phrase makes ALMOST GUILTY a joy to read. Her characters reach out and pull the reader into the trials, tribulations, simple pleasures, and sensual joy that they enjoy.
Ms. Mere unravels the tangled web of murder, smuggling, kidnapping, hatred and faithless friends, while weaving a web of caring, sensual love that leaves a special joy and hope in the reader's heart.
I kept turning the pages to see how Gabriel and Jacie bridged the gap between their two very different worlds and how they came to live happily ever after despite tremendous odds. And, of course, that special love scene near the end, so good!

Camellia, The Long and Short Reviews

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A Battle of Wills

"You are the mistaken one, Miss Kingfield," he said with dangerous calm. "Consider yourself abducted, for the purpose of hearing this tale of yours that you have determined I had a hand in. Stop flailing about and explain yourself."

A flash of panic intruded into her anger. Jacie dipped her left hand into her skirt pocket. The pistol's comforting form fit neatly in her palm. Suddenly she felt considerably pacified.

"A warning, Mr. Rayne," she said coolly, "I have a weapon."

An eyebrow rose. "A threat. My first served up by a woman. How enchanting."

He sounded neither enchanted nor concerned. His grip about her waist didn't relax. Evidently he thought her threat an idle one. She positioned the pistol more advantageously, raising her hand so he could discern the shape of the weapon in her pocket.

"It will be the last you are ever served by either man or woman if you do not release me immediately."

"Very well." He dropped his hands from her waist and in the same instant raised them to her face. "Don't shoot," he murmured against her mouth.

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