Destined to be together, yet wary of each other’s motives...will these two lovers discover the truth before it’s too late?
Hidden amongst the rolling hills of Scotland’s rugged countryside sits Kinrara Keep, home to the beautiful and spirited Countess of Kinley. Determined to never marry, Jezebel has but one goal: to care for the home she loves and the aging servants who are her only family. But fate it seems has a far different plan for Jezebel.
Aiden Darlington, the wealthy and powerful Duke of Thistledowne has offered Jezebel his hand in marriage. By rejecting him she risks his wrath, but was she to accept she would be risking far more.
Now Aiden’s life is threatened and Jezebel is the prime suspect. Caught amidst a maelstrom of passion and danger, either Aiden or Jezebel dares to acknowledge the love that is enfolding between them. Even as they fight to resist its force however they cannot deny that it is that very love which could ultimately be their salvation. If only they could find the courage to reach for it…
Taking her hand, he led her towards their host and hostess. With each step she struggled to keep up for fear that if she didn’t he would simply allow her arm to be jerked out of the socket rather than stopping to wait. Half way across the ballroom, she pulled at her arm, making one last feeble attempt to flee. All her efforts gained her a callously whispered warning from Aiden to stay put. Left with no other option, she walked beside him, managing to sustain a pretense of docility that completely parried the affronted ire burning inside her. As they exited the house, she risked a small triumphant smile, pleased with how well she had carried out her performance and convinced that her husband believed the farce.
Her hopes were quickly dashed when Aiden, regarding her across the interior of the carriage, sent her an acerbic expression that served as an irrefutable warning that he wasn't fooled.
“You might as well stop acting like a meek little chambermaid,” he told her. “You know as well as I that you are currently contemplating whether you would prefer to see me hanged or skewered.”
“Am I?” she asked, innocently fluttering her eyelashes, her fear manifesting itself as rebellion.
“Do you remember what I told you about lying to me, Jezebel?” Aiden inquired his words, though phrased as a statement, carried the marked severity of a command.
“Yes,” she replied, “every egotistical word.”
“I’m warning you, sweetheart.” His voice took on a quality that was comparable to smooth steel. “You’re pressing your luck.”