Beautiful Lady Elizabeth Ward had been young and innocent when she wed the man she loved, Christopher Atwell. She thought his love matched hers—until she found him in the arms of another, learned of his guilt in murder and worse, and saw him flee abroad.
But now Christopher was back in England to claim the title he was heir to and plead innocence of all evil. He was back to claim Elizabeth as well...as if the past were a lie and only his lips on hers told the truth. But how could Elizabeth forget the pain of betrayal even as passion pulsed within her again? How could she trust her heart and happiness to this man who had so cruelly deceived her once and now was doubly dangerous the second time he pledged his love and cast his sensual spell?
He had the advantage of her, for the fall she had suffered had wiped all memory of the past away. All Elizabeth knew was what Christopher told her. They were husband and wife. They loved each other. She had to prove that love. She could not yield to the panic she felt in his arms.
"I want you, Christopher," she said. "I need you."
Christopher raised himself on his elbows and looked into her eyes, his own filled with such yearning that she caught her lower lip between her teeth. And then she closed her eyes as he caressed her.
All doubts fled. All foolish doubts. This was the way it was, the way it should be. . . .
"Yes," she whispered to him without opening her eyes. "Yes, Christopher. ..."
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SHE COULD NOT FORGIVE HIM —OR FORGET HIM
Beautiful Lady Elizabeth Ward had been young and innocent when she wed the man she loved, Christopher Atwell. She thought his love matched hers—until she found him in the arms of another, learned of his guilt in murder and worse, and saw him flee abroad.
But now Christopher was back in England to claim the title he was heir to and plead innocence of all evil. He was back to claim Elizabeth as well...as if the past were a lie and only his lips on hers told the truth. But how could Elizabeth forget the pain of betrayal even as passion pulsed within her again? How could she trust her heart and happiness to this man who had so cruelly deceived her once and now was doubly dangerous the second time he pledged his love and cast his sensual spell?
He had the advantage of her, for the fall she had suffered had wiped all memory of the past away. All Elizabeth knew was what Christopher told her. They were husband and wife. They loved each other. She had to prove that love. She could not yield to the panic she felt in his arms.
"I want you, Christopher," she said. "I need you."
Christopher raised himself on his elbows and looked into her eyes, his own filled with such yearning that she caught her lower lip between her teeth. And then she closed her eyes as he caressed her.
All doubts fled. All foolish doubts. This was the way it was, the way it should be. . . .
"Yes," she whispered to him without opening her eyes. "Yes, Christopher. ..."
Onyx, Penguin Group
Copyright 1993