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399 pages, Paperback mit Klappen
First published February 7, 2017












“You know some big words for such a small woman.”
“And you have a small mind for such a big man.”

“He’d killed for her.
Why did that make her breasts tight and heavy? Why did a thrill of unnerving heat bloom beneath the dread and repulsion?”

“Is Ginny your real name?” he queried.
“No,” she confessed.
“You’ll have to tell me what it is.” His words were barely intelligible now, and Imogen didn’t have to wait long until a soft snore vibrated against her skin.
“It’s Imogen,” she whispered. A tear slid into her hair as she realized she’d shared the most physical and emotional intimacy she’d ever known with a man who didn’t even know her name. They’d never even been introduced, and likely never would be. “My name is Imogen Pritchard, Your Grace. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Oh God, nothing had at all gone as she’d hoped or as she’d feared. Her greatest fear should not have been that Trenwyth remembered her. It should have been that he’d not recognize her at all.
He made a droll sound. “I rather think I’m not too dense to decipher real pleasure from false.”
She lifted a lovely bare shoulder and rolled her eyes heavenward. “Every man assumes thusly.”
How was it that such a lovely, soft woman had such a sharp tongue? It was like being bitten by a butterfly
….
“You know some big words for such a small woman.”
“And you have a small mind for such a big man,” she volleyed back, raking him with a disgusted glare.
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“I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to reach for you,” she said. “But I was afraid. I didn’t know how to find you. If you were still there. If you’d even want me anymore.” He tucked a tendril of her hair away from her face, true veneration smoothing the regret she read in him. “How could anyone not want the warmth of the sun on their face after so long in the shadows?”






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“Cole stilled when his feral eyes found her, roaming every inch as though searching for a wound. The doorway framed him like a portal to purgatory, and he stood like an avenging archangel come to wreak a wrath no less than biblical”.