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.
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About The Book
Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC ( Scandalous ) Imprint
Release Date: 10-14-13
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Book Description:London, 1817 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?
Excerpts:
Lieutenant Rycroft, indeed…Jonathan
stepped close, anger vibrating through him, blocking her exit. “The
man is old enough to be your grandfather, Lindsay. You cannot marry
him.”
“Excuse me?” She bristled. “It is no
concern of yours who I marry. Now get out of my sight. I have no wish
to see you.”
She swept past him toward the door, but
Jonathan snared her about the waist, spinning her lithe form into his
arms, trapping her against the wall and the unyielding contour of his
frame. “That is damned unfair to me, Lindsay. Damned unfair.”
Lindsay’s heavenly eyes, flecked with raw
pain and betrayal, danced over his face…searching. “Why are you
here, Jonathan?”
Arms barred on either side of her, he leaned so
close she had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. Pure heat
and passion smoldered in the depths of her gaze. “You.” The word
fell heavy in the room, a benediction as much as a promise. His gaze
raked down the column of her throat to the gentle swell of her
breasts barely concealed by the soft pink fabric of her bodice. His
fingers itched to trace those little cloth pleats. “It’s always
been you. I had to see you, Lindsay.”
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“Did you get my letters?” He ignored her
protests and the urge to inch his thumbs along her waist. Apparently,
he’d returned just in time.
Lindsay gulped and nervously averted her eyes.
“No. Now leave.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Lindsay. Always
have been.”
She shrugged, meeting his gaze. “At least
when it comes to you.”
He smirked, knowing he was gaining ground.
“Please, Lindsay, talk to me. Give me a chance to explain about
Andrew.” She must be angry about her brother. It was the only
explanation for such hostility.
“There is nothing for you to explain.”
Lindsay ducked nimbly beneath his arm, skirting the wall toward the
door.
Or perhaps he’d gained nothing. “Linds,
wait, don’t go.” He grasped her wrist, spinning her back to face
him yet again. “At least hear me out.”
“I will hear none of your lies, Jonathan.”
She jerked against his iron grip, shards of green fire flashing in
her eyes.
“Lies? What lies?”
“You left my brother to die suspected of
treason. Now my sisters and I can scarcely show our faces in
society.”
Shock and bewilderment seared him. “That is
not true. Where did you hear that?”
“It is true! You ruined my family. You ruined
my life.” Her voice broke on a single heart-wrenching sob. She
turned those enormous, beautiful eyes to his. “I hate you, Jonathan
Rycroft. Let me go!”
I hate you. The
words ripped through him. He grasped her upper arms and flattened her
roughly against the wall.
Lindsay gasped, her palms falling against the
broad expanse of his chest.
“But you loved me once.” He caught her face
in his hands, lacing thick fingers through the silken roots of her
hair, smoothing his thumbs across those creamy cheeks. He leaned
close, close enough to smell the powdery scent of her manicured
tresses and feel the warm gusts of her breath against his lips.
“Perhaps you just need a little reminding.” Without another word
his mouth covered hers.
At first Lindsay resisted…refused to
kiss him back, but he persisted. She
hates me? Well
hate and passion treaded a hair-thin line… He would show her just
how close the two were and beat back her stubborn resolve. Finally
she relented, tentatively parting her lips. He took full advantage,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She tasted so good. Perfectly
sweet. Jonathan groaned, pressing into her. Lindsay was tall, lithe,
and her hips fitted perfectly against his. She swayed, finally
slipping her arms around his shoulders and he sensed the full measure
of her surrender. Jonathan slid an arm about her waist, cradling her
against him, relishing her weight in his arms.
His lips dragged down the warm curve of her
graceful neck. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured against her
throat, burying a hand in the depth of her hair. “Don’t announce
your engagement. Marry me instead.
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