The Temberlay Series # 3
By: Lecia Cornwall
Releasing August 26th, 2014
On the night before the final battle against Napoleon, Lady Delphine St. James finds herself dancing with the one man she has always wanted, Major Lord Stephen Ives. He makes it clear he has no time for a lady he sees as flirtatious and silly, but as the call to arms sounds, she bids him farewell with a kiss that stirs them both. When he returns gravely injured, she is intent on caring for him, even if his surly behavior tests her patience.
After the battle, Stephen is not only wounded and blind, but falsely accused of cowardice and theft. The only light in his dark world is Delphine, the one woman he never imagined he could desire. But she deserves more than he can give her.
As their feelings deepen and hidden enemies conspire to force them to part forever, can their love survive the cruelest test of all?
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Peter clenched his bloody fists in frustration. Ives was alive. Now whose side was luck on? When the major woke, he’d demand satisfaction, lay charges, tell terrible tales—stories of cowardice, theft, attempted murder. Panic filled Peter’s chest, and he forced it down. Surely there was a way out of this—there was always a way out for someone as clever as he was. He stared down at the blood on his hands, felt revulsion rise. There was nowhere to wipe them clean. Ives could still die. Or he might live. Peter would probably not get another opportunity to kill him, yet he had to make certain that Stephen Ives could do him no further harm. It was his word against Ives’s. He had far more to lose than the good major. Or did he? The thing about honorable men was that honor was everything to them, more valuable than life or fortune. Without honor, men like Ives might just as well be dead. For men like Peter, who lived without the burden of honor, anything was possible. He smiled briefly, and caught the eyes of one of the scavengers upon him, a sharp-eyed scarecrow. She looked at his grin in horror, and made the sign of the cross as she scuttled away. He touched a hand to his pistol, but let her go. It hardly mattered, since he had a plan. Carefully, Peter set off for the edge of the battlefield, and headed for headquarters at Waterloo village.