The latest Historical Romance release from Jenna Jaxon:
begins at “I do.”
rescues Lady Juliet Ferrers from the man claiming to be her husband, she is
sure she has found her one true love.
But is she free to marry him? Not
to be deterred, Juliet arranges for her hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, to escort
her to her family estate, hoping that along the way she can win his love.
beautiful woman he rescued, and although he has grave reservations about her
marital status, he allows himself to be swept up into Juliet’s romantic spell
and the promise of a happy-ever-after.
questions arise and Juliet faces the horror of not knowing if she is married to
her knight in shining armor or the cruel viscount who is determined to have her
at any price.
a sharp rap through the dark walnut door of Dunham House for the second time.
The hot July sun hadn’t done his temper any good as he waited on the marble
stoop for entrance to the Marquess of Dalbury’s townhouse. He’d been in a foul
mood ever since the news of his beloved Katarina’s marriage to the marquess had
reached him. Blast it to hell, he was supposed to have married the girl. At
least he could make sure she was well and well taken care of by this man she
one look at him, gasped, and stepped back into the house. Her eyes widened and
she glanced to her right, wringing her hands. “Who may I say—”
with terror, sent a chill through Amiable.
toward the commotion. He burst through the doorway, expecting to defend the
woman he loved, only to stop dead at the sight of a man lunging across a sofa
and grasping a woman by the wrist. Amiable had half drawn his sword before he
realized the woman was not Katarina, but a complete stranger. He dropped it back
into its scabbard.
coat dripping too many layers of frothy lace at throat and wrists looked at
Amiable, a snarl on his lips.
arm from the man’s grip. “Praise God. Here he is.” She staggered as she righted
herself. “Now you will have to believe me, Philippe.”
lacquer walking stick that lay on the floor. Lips pressed together, he glowered
at the woman. “That remains to be seen, ma
chere. In any case, I have shown you the papers. They speak for
a kiss over his cheek and whispered, “For God’s sake, help me. I am alone here
and he is trying to take me away. Please, agree with whatever I say.”
gave them a gentle squeeze to signal his acquiescence. “Whatever is the matter,
my dear?” Hell if he knew. But he could play his part, even with little
information. Let the lady lead and he’d follow as well as he could.
breath. “My dear, may I present Viscount St. Cyr?” She nodded toward the fop.
“Philippe, this is my husband, the Earl of Manning.”