Series: The Warrior's Return Book 1
Published: December 3, 2013
Level of Sensuality: Kisses/Sweet
“And if I am not who I claim to be, Miss Carr, will you expose me?”
-The Mercenary Major
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A POSSIBLE HEIR When a stagecoach ambush leaves him an orphan in Spain, Jack Amberley grows up tough and street smart. England’s war with Napoleon gives Jack a chance to join the ranks of the rowdy British army. Through the army, an eccentric aunt tracks him down, and when the troops return to London, Aunt Letty makes it her mission to reintroduce her wayward nephew to London society and to find him a proper wife. Jack has one last mission, however, to save his friends from a vicious enemy.
AN IMPOSSIBLE HEIRESS In London unconventional Jack is taken for a fortune-seeking impostor, a circumstance he finds amusing until he encounters the tantalizing heiress Victoria Carr. She's determined to learn the truth of his identity. Yet exposing the irresistible imposter quickly turns to a risky game of hearts-one that is never dull for either player.
“Very well done. Highly recommended.” –Manderley
"There is never a dull moment in this excellent Regency, written by a highly talented author. Don't fail to put it on your list." —Rendezvous
Ms. Moore adds a powerful dark edge to her finely crafted love story that pushes the boundaries of the Regency genre in wonderful ways. –Romantic Times
“Whoever you are, you appear to have no scruples whatsoever and to rely on an ingratiating manner and bold deception to achiever your self-serving and mercenary ends.” She paused. She doubted such a speech would have any effect on him, but it did relieve her feelings.
She turned toward the stairs.
But the imposter grabbed her right wrist and swung her around. He caught her about the waist and pulled her body tight against his. Victoria gasped.
“You couldn’t love me then, could you?” he asked in a fierce whisper.
“Love you?” The words stunned her. She couldn’t believe he’d suggested it. She couldn’t believe they were touching.
“Good,” he said. He smiled. He looked wicked, but not in any of ways she had accused him of being wicked.
“Good,” she echoed, staring at him. In his eyes was an expression she had not seen before. He was watching her, waiting for her to understand. Unhurriedly he freed her right hand and lifted her chin.
“Let me go,” she said.
He shook his head. “There’s no danger in this.” He leaned forward and kissed her.