Some secrets are not meant to be shared
Catherine Bennet knows this better than anyone and the one she carries will remain hidden forever. This means she'll never marry and it never bothered her before she met Lord George. He's determined to breach the walls of defense so carefully constructed around her heart and she's just as determined to stay the course.
Some secrets cannot be shared
An agent for the Crown, Lord George Kerr, concealed his espionage activities beneath a blanket of gossip, drink and loose women. Though forced to resume a more mundane lifestyle among London's finest, he covertly seeks a traitor to England. All trails seem to converge around Miss Catherine Bennet, a reticent country miss, who unwittingly has captured his heart.
Some things are beyond your control
With the very lives of England's vast network of spies working undercover in Bonaparte's France hanging in the balance, Catherine is forced to face her worst nightmare. Her secret laid bare, can George love her enough to overcome what he learns?
The drawing room was quiet, save for the shuffling of papers and every now and then a soft, yet impatient sigh.
“Darling, as much as I love my own company, I am feeling a trifle neglected.”
Lord George Kerr shifted his attention from the documents spread out before him toward the beautiful woman seated across the room. He appreciated the way the crimson brocade couch acted as a perfect foil for her exotic features and raven hair.
“Evangeline, you know our agreement. I attend your exquisite establishment and you whisk me away to your sumptuous parlor, whereupon I gather information for King and Country.” He grinned at her sultry pout. “Now be a pet and make some noise. Otherwise your servants will gossip I am not here for a lover’s tryst and that would be disastrous for our partnership.”
“If you only knew how envious my maids are. Miss Bledsoe told me they remain convinced you are Casanova reincarnated. Imagine their surprise if they knew we only drink tea and talk.” She arose from the couch and glided behind his chair, combing long fingers through his hair. “Could I not entice you, just this once?”
He stilled her hand and brought her palm to his lips. Pressing a kiss against the soft skin, he murmured, “While I admire your tenacity, I cannot give what you ask. The only woman I will share a bed with will be my future wife.”Thank you so much for stopping by. Your comments are always welcome.
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