If I Fall (The Blue Raven, Book 4)
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Every great romance comes with a risk...
After a duke's betrayal, the resilient Sarah Forrester reinvents herself as the Golden Lady: society's leading light, the beautiful and witty life of the party. It's all a façade of course-one that protects her from another intimate disloyalty. When her old friend, Lieutenant Jackson Fletcher, returns to London, he is determined to rediscover the true and trusting Sarah he once knew. It'll take more than a kiss and a promise. It might even call for an innocent and necessary deception.
Then Jackson is enlisted to help capture the lead suspect in a murder— a man who happens to be Sarah's most ardent suitor. Jack must continue the deception, and weathering this newest and gravest betrayal will be Sarah's ultimate test. But as Jack's passion for her grows, he must also reveal his own secrets. And as the killer turns his attention to his pursuers, more than love and trust is put at risk.
again for his erstwhile valet/butler/footman/occasional cook. But Federico did not respond, lazy bastard. Indeed, the only sound Oliver heard was the same phrase of music, repeated over and over again, coming from the main sitting room. It would stop between playings, a scratching of a pencil could be heard, and then it would start again. Oliver knew this was a bad sign. If his friend were on a good streak, the music would never stop. “I’ll just get the door myself, shall I?” he grumbled under
into a turn. She was right, he hadn’t the grace of a well-practiced waltz partner—his moves were too blunt, too powerful. But one could not help but obey, and follow. “If we both have such excellent memories, why is it that I suspect neither of us recall me asking you to dance?” “Oh! Is that what you meant?” she asked, blushing with relief. Although why she was relieved she could not say. “You were roped into playing the savior, I fear,” she began, and then recounted to him the story of what
“Oh, kind sir! You’re an angel, you are! They was coming to take my earnings, which they got no right to. They know I’m one of Billy’s girls—” She was saying, pressing herself into his cloak, her hands going around his back, under that length of fabric. He pulled her away from him, finding a younger face than he expected, hidden under the weight of garish face paint. Her gown was equally garish, cheap and shiny in the moonlight that managed to penetrate the fog. “You should go,” Jack said
candle in the dark room, she would see herself, true. She would see the pearl pins in her golden hair; she would see the light green eyes that bespoke her Anglo-Saxon ancestry, and her pale unlined skin that attested to her youth. But the old woman with hollow eyes would still be underneath. Because… Because that’s who she truly was now. A swift knock at the door, and the curt entry of Molly, her maid, snapped Sarah to attention. “Ah, miss, quite the party tonight!” Molly said, efficiently
as to get a new commission—which is unlikely in these times—I would have to question whether I want to spend the next nine years building another home that is impermanent. I may be a good sailor, a good officer. But I don’t know if I would miss the life … what could have been. I always wanted a life of service to the Crown, but one of adventure, too. For all the Amorata’s comfort, it can be too comfortable as well. I’ve been thinking … very much of late … that I need something more.” She wanted