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She must be mistaken. This couldn’t be the handsome one. A guy who used a tone that rude to a girl sprawled bleeding on his floor couldn’t be attractive. She opened her eyes. She looked up at him. He looked back at her, a cool, assessing stare. Her heart stopped. Her breath stopped. She was immobile.
Because she was right about one thing. He wasn’t handsome - he was harsh, breathtaking, his glance striking like lightning and leaving her dead. And what a way to go. If this was her punishment for trying to steal a priceless painting, then burglary had just become her way of life. “Wow,” she said again.
Spicy sexy romance with a dollop of suspense, Christina Dodd proves her mettle as both as historical and contemporary author. And while we are usually sceptical of amnesia plots, this looks a hoot! The heroine fakes amnesia and the hero goes along with her and claims her as his wife!
Devlin Fitzwilliam caught Meadow Szarvas red-handed, breaking into his mansion to steal a painting. In sheer desperation, she used a case of amnesia as her excuse. But then he pulled a fast one and claimed she was his wife. Playing along was the only way for Meadow to get her hands on that painting. But what she doesn't realize is that Devlin has a hidden agenda too-and that someone's keeping an eye on them both.
“I’m going to barf.”
Gently he placed her hand on the cloth on her head. “If you must, here’s a basin.”
She opened her eyes the smallest chink and looked. He held an etched glass vase with gold decoration, absolutely exquisite, done in the regeletto design.
Aghast, she asked, “Are you insane? That’s a Honesdale vase, an original. I can’t barf in that!”
For a second, the merest twitch of an eye, she thought she saw amusement.
But no. Mr. Arrogant was as forbidding as ever when he said, “Of course. Pardon me. I lost my head.” He glanced around him. “Can you barf in a Limoges bowl?”
…“I don’t remember what I’m doing here. I’ve probably had some kind of mental break.” A pretty clever lie, because what was the worst that could happen? The police would send her to an asylum for a few days evaluation, then she’d be out on her own and she could try again.
Or perhaps the Almighty would send a bolt of lightning to strike her dead.
“When you didn’t recognize me at once, I was afraid of this.” Devlin gazed into her eyes so soulfully she didn’t dare blink. “My darling, somehow you managed to find your way back.”
“Huh?” She had a bad feeling about this.
Tenderly he gathered her into his arms. “I know you don’t remember - but you’re my wife.” |
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