A Lady by Midnight (Spindle Cove, Book 3)
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"**A temporary engagement, a lifetime in the making . . .**
After years of fending for herself, Kate Taylor found friendship and acceptance in Spindle Cove—but she never stopped yearning for love. The very last place she'd look for it is in the arms of Corporal Thorne. The militia commander is as stone cold as he is brutally handsome. But when mysterious strangers come searching for Kate, Thorne steps forward as her fiancé. He claims to have only Kate's safety in mind. So why is there smoldering passion in his kiss?
Long ago, Samuel Thorne devoted his life to guarding Kate's happiness. He wants what's best for her, and he knows it's not marriage to a man like him. To outlast their temporary engagement, he must keep his hands off her tempting body and lock her warm smiles out of his withered heart. It's the toughest battle of this hardened warrior's life . . . and the first he seems destined to lose.
inside her. Memories heeded the summons, crowding the periphery of her mind. If she tried to look straight at them, they vanished. But she could sense that they were there, waiting—misty and dark. “Our mothers took rooms in the same house,” he said. “But you told me your mother turned whore.” His mouth set in a hard line. “She did.” Oh no. Kate’s breath caught painfully. The implications were too horrible to contemplate. “Is my . . . Could she still be living?” Solemnly, he
heavens.” She took a sudden step back. “What is it?” Her gaze dropped and she swallowed hard. “Some part of you is moving.” “No, it’s not.” Thorne conducted a quick, silent assessment of his personal equipment. He found all to be under regulation. On another occasion—one with fewer tears involved—this degree of closeness would have undoubtedly roused his lust. But today she was affecting him rather higher in his torso. Tying his guts in knots and poking at whatever black, smoking
Katie. Look at your life now. All you’ve accomplished, all the friendships you’ve made. You’ve found a family to accept you.” The Gramercys. “Oh God,” she breathed. “I have to tell them.” “No.” Thorne tapped the table with his good fist. “You can’t tell them anything of this.” “But I must! Can’t you see? This could be the link. If Ellie Rose was Elinor . . . then they would know for certain I’m Simon’s daughter.” “Aye, and they’d know for certain that you spent your first four
finally wedging into a space between them. His tail whipped furiously. “There we are,” she said. “Just like a little family. We’ll be very cozy in America.” Thorne took a casual draught off his flask. Best not tell her that with those simple words she’d gone and made his wildest, most depraved and outrageous fantasy come true. He’d keep that information to himself. Until after a few more rounds of pleasure, at least. She dropped her gaze and picked at an edge of the bedsheet. “I’m
his fingers were unsteady. Finally, his thumb and forefinger closed on a slender edge of metal and he shook his treasure loose from one last fold of velvet. He held it out to her. “I didn’t know what to choose for you, but I didn’t want another man choosing for you, either. So I just looked through the trays until I saw one that looked fine enough for your finger.” She looked down at the gold band in his hand, embedded with small round diamonds. In the center was mounted a square-cut,