Published by Entangled: Select on August 26th 2014
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Miss Suri Thurston knows the pain of abandonment. Intent on confronting the grandmother who tossed her to the lions, she travels from England to her birthplace in India. Her plans run afoul when she encounters the man who, ten years prior, left a mark on her soul with one stolen kiss. But he is a duke, and far beyond the reach of even her dreams.
The Duke of Ravenswood, secret head of the British Foreign Service, has no time for relationships. His one goal is to locate and eliminate key insurgents involved in an uprising against the British East India Company before it's too late. But when Suri appears in Delhi, his resolve is tested as he finds his heart forever bound to her by the one haunting kiss they shared once upon a time.
With Suri's vengeful Indian family looking for her death, and insurgents intent on mutiny tearing their world apart, can their love rise above the scandal of the marriage they both desperately want?
While on a secret mission for the Crown, a proper duke falls for an improper daughter of an Indian royal and British noble.
He was going to kiss her. He needed to kiss her.
She shook her head. Just barely. “No. Don’t touch me,” she whispered. And then she was off the settee and dashing for the door.
He followed, aware he didn’t want her anywhere but beside him. “What’s wrong with being touched?”
Gads, am I possessed?
He caught up with her and swung her around, that strange need growing at a frenzied pace. He froze when his hands clutched her shoulders. The heat of her scorched his fingers.
She was right, he shouldn’t have touched her, because once done, he couldn’t let go. She was opium to an addict. Before he knew it, he’d backed her up against the door, pressed his palms onto the smooth wood on either side of her and caged her.
Wide-eyed, she stared up at him. Her pupils dilated, and she drew a shuddering breath.
A wave of exhilaration infused him. “You desire contact, don’t you? That’s the reason you ran off, isn’t it? You want to be touched as much as I crave touching you, and it scares you to death.”
“You are mad.”
“Only about you.” He bent his head closer to her, his words growing heavy on his tongue. “You, madam, are afraid you cannot handle a kiss—or anything else that might transpire between us, aren’t you?”
“You are arrogant.”
“Try something else.” They stood so close he could feel her breath, ragged when it fell against his mouth. He allowed his lips to part to catch more of her sweet scent. “I have a proposition for you,” he murmured, “I won’t kiss you if you promise not to go to the damnable wedding.”
“I…I shall not make such…a foolhardy promise.” Her staccato words were filled with heat and vibrancy.
Emboldened by the desire emanating from her, he bent closer still, until he only had to speak in a whisper to be heard.
He studied her mouth. He wanted her. God, he wanted her— right here, right now, and touching her was like finding his way home—at last. “Because you want the kiss, or because you are a stubborn fool?”
His voice rasped in his throat and now he had to force the words off his tongue. “Go on, tell me you don’t want me to kiss you. That you don’t want me for other things.”
Her hands came to his chest, as if to push him away, but her fingers merely splayed against him. Her lips quivered as though she tried to speak and couldn’t. Then her head fell back against the door, and her eyes half closed.
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