Published by Madeline Martin on November 6, 2018
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Noah Haskett, the Marquis of Hesterton, is a recluse. His late brother's actions in battle have forced him to shy away from the ton. When the sole survivor of his brother's company begins speaking, Noah is lured out of hiding. But the answers he seeks are slow to come and it appears someone might be trying to kill him. Of course, being enchanted by a woman is not part of his plan and is making matters rather complicated.
Miss Helen Craig has spent a lifetime hiding her ability to see the future. Despite her reluctance to accept her gift, she has also begun to have visions of the past. Concerned her gift may lead to madness, she volunteers at a hospital for the sick and insane in the hopes of learning how to avoid such a fate. But when an omen of death comes to her after an encounter with a sullen, brooding marquis, she is compelled to do something she's never done before: attempt to change the future.
When the past and future collide, will love be enough to save them or will the sins of others be their doom?
Miss Craig was nowhere in sight.
Cadsby laughed again and clapped Noah on the shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll be back.” With a toothy grin, Cadsby waved to someone across the room, made his apologies and disappeared as abruptly as he’d arrived.
No sooner was he gone than a white and red striped silk dress swept past Noah with the force of a fury. “She’s outside on the veranda taking some air.”
“How do you speak without moving your lips, Nancy?”
Her eyes flashed. “Don’t botch this.”
“See there. You did it again.”
But Nancy was not about to catch his cheeky retort. She’d bustled away with a cheerful wave to one of her guests as she sailed in their direction, her curls bouncing like the twisty bit of a pig’s tail.
Quickly, before Cadsby could sniff out an opportunity, Noah made his way from the ballroom and into the sweet night air on the terrace. There had not been many flowers due to the cold summer, and yet there still hung the lingering scent of gardenia.
Light splashed onto the patio from the large glass doors and flecks of flames dotted the garden where lanterns had been lit within the manicured foliage.
There, in the shadows, the edge of her shimmering gown catching in the snare of gilded light, stood Miss Craig.
“Forgive me for having left your side.” Her voice was quiet in the empty night. “I feared an introduction.”
“If only all women were in tune with their faculties.” He made his way to her side slowly, exercising great effort to minimize his limp.
She smiled at him as he approached, the glow of her welcome solely for him. The shy curve of her lips bespoke of an innocence that begged him to kiss her. And yet he found he could merely stare. After all, it was dark, and she was…
He gazed at her indulgently. She was perfection.
Their time, unfortunately, would be limited, especially while they were alone. He might need more than this one scant meeting. Hell, he wanted more than this one scant meeting. Especially with no one else around. It had been far too long since he’d been alone with a woman. Pathetically long. Years.
“I have a question to ask you.” His heart dashed a quick beat in his chest. Was he actually nervous?
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