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Silver-Tongued Temptress

The Wild Rose Press

Heat Rating: SENSUAL
Word Count: 74,582
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During England’s war against Napoleon, Beatrice Westby fights for her life after her ship explodes and leaves her near death. Rescued by her childhood sweetheart, Luka Stefano, she is slowly nursed back to health by his grandmother. Fate, Luka believes, brought Bea into his life for a reason, but his plans change when she awakens, her memories gone, and believes they are married. Thrust into the role of doting husband, Luka falls under her seductive spell again.

Thomas Wickes will stop at nothing to find the woman he claims as his. After months of searching, their reunion is short lived, for Beatrice's memories return. Unable to choose between the two men she loves, she flees across war-torn France to find the man she believes killed her father, with Luka and Thomas in pursuit. Even as she fights her shadowy past, she untangles the mysteries of her heart and chooses, altering her future forever.

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His forehead rested on hers, and he sighed. “Of course I loved you. How could I not?” Silken heat caressed her cheek and she looked in his dark eyes, almost obsidian in the dim loft light. “You were funny and fierce and loyal. I lived on your smiles until I saw you again. There was no one else but you.”
There was no one else but her. Tension coiled in her stomach, but she refused to allow fear to prevent her from knowing. “Four years is a long time. Is there someone now? Have you found another?”
He groaned and gathered her in his arms, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “God help me, but no. There has been no one but you.” Luka kissed her, a gentle meeting of lips which sent tingles skittering along her spine. She wiggled her arms out of his embrace and wrapped herself around him like clinging ivy on a tree.
“Take me with you.”
“Don't be foolish. You’re the daughter of an earl and I’m-“
“You’re Luka, clan chief and man whom I love.”
He stood and strode the short distance to the small, dirty window. Leaning his arm against the wall, he sighed. “It won’t work. My life has beauty, but there are trials I would not wish upon you.”
An idea so delicious and wicked as to make her blush from her ears to her toes intruded in their conversation. There might be a way to change his mind after all.