Confessions of Love
by Melissa Blue
About The Author
Registered Nurse by night, Melissa battles the stresses of life and illness by enjoying uplifting tales of love and romance. A firm believer in true love united with an enduring fascination with history has prompted her pursuit of romance writing. She lives in beautiful Big Sky Country Montana with her husband and children.
About The Book
Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC ( Scandalous ) Imprint
Release Date: 10-14-13
Lieutenant Jonathan Rycroft is intoxicating. His hands know just where to touch her, his lips know just how to trip her pulse, and his body knows just how to bring about every forbidden desire Lindsay Dunsfield has ever felt. He’s the one man that’s owned her heart… and he shattered it two years ago. Returned to London on assignment with the War Office, Jonathan’s mission is hindered by a love he cannot forget. One scorching kiss reignites the flames of their passion, but he inadvertently drags Lindsay into a mire of murder and deception that hits closer to home than she ever would have dreamed. In a world where Lindsay can trust no one, will she find renewed faith in the last place she expected to look?
An ornate grandfather clock chimed the half hour. Eleven thirty. Jonathan should be making his way to the maze, fulfilling his mission, but fate—or mayhap temptation—had him striding determinably in the exact opposite direction.
Ahead of him Lindsay dashed down the hall leading from the ballroom. Her heeled shoes tapped a frenzied rhythm on the marble floors, while wanton curls bounced haphazard around her head and bared shoulders. One would think the devil himself chased after the poor girl. Surreptitiously he followed her around a corner and down another hall, curious as to her hasty departure.
A clandestine tryst perhaps?
An ugly flare of jealousy sprang to life. He’d kill any man who so much as looked at her cross-eyed. Lindsay was his, always had been, and she was about to learn the full measure of his resolve. She paused at a side door, opened it a crack, and peered in. He held back until she disappeared inside.
Slowly he strode toward the door, heart hammering, fervently hoping she’d be alone. For three long years, he’d imagined the moment he would speak to her again…what he would say…Lindsay throwing herself into his arms… A vivid play of ravishing her thereafter.
In truth, he hadn’t known what it was to love her until she’d slipped from his grasp. Shortly after Andrew’s death, her father, Robin Dunsfield, had sent Jonathan a letter making it abundantly clear that he’d shoot Jonathan on sight if he came within fifty feet of Lindsay ever again. Thankfully Old Robin—as he was known amongst the thriving circle of thieves and reprobates—was not in attendance tonight. No one held a grudge like Old Robin.
Jonathan stalled in the doorway and leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb, content simply to drink her in.
The clock rewound. Swept him back to the last time he’d seen her, kissed her good-bye…
“Take care of my brother, Jonathan.”