Award-winning author Jillian Hunter weaves another enthralling tale in which the path down the aisle is paved with startling twists of fate . . . and temptation.
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Posted November 10, 2009 by Jay , FPOSo sad after starting this book i was very disappointed with the hero of the story. it really was very boring and took forever to kick off. I was expecting the alluring Heath to kick off with out mercy. I found myself skipping trying to find action.
June 27, 2005
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Excerpt from The Wedding Night of an English Rogue by Jillian Hunter
Until this evening Lieutenant Colonel Lord Heath Boscastle had been living under the pleasant illusion that he was the master of his own fate. It wasn't that he had escaped bad fortune. On the contrary. He had met and overcome more than his fair share of adversity. It seemed that he deserved peace. After all, he'd survived war, torture, espionage, two volatile mistresses, and a family that challenged the rules of Society on a regular basis.
It was, perhaps, a credit to his cumulative experiences that he managed to hide his astonishment at what his friend, Colonel Sir Russell Althorne, had just asked of him.
A man less adept than Heath at concealing his emotions might have given himself away. He displayed no reaction whatsoever. Most likely he was in a mild state of shock. He'd half expected Althorne to call him back into military service. As a soldier, that is, not a lady's companion. He had not anticipated a reminder of a past sexual escapade . . . as unforgettable as that escapade had been.
"Well," Russell asked him for the second time, "will you do it or not? I would prefer to leave London with an easy mind. Will you take care of Julia for me while I'm gone?"
"You might have given me a little more notice."
"You've been in Hampshire."
"You could have written."
"What? So that you had time to refuse?"
Heath shook his head. "You're all damned heart, aren't you?"
The two men stood at the top of the Mayfair mansion's magnificent stone staircase. To anyone observing them from the candlelit ballroom below, they appeared to be a pair of bored male guests who had retreated from the noisy crowd to puff their cigars in peace.
They had strengthened their friendship as raw light cavalry officers in Sahagun when ambushes and battles, intelligence gathering and patrols in the icy dark had beckoned to their thirst for adventure. Unfortunately Heath had gotten caught on one of those adventures, and it had been Colonel Sir Russell Althorne, his superior officer, who had rescued him, losing his left eye in the process, and earning a hero's acclaim.
"I can't do it." Heath gazed through a cloud of smoke at the figures that wove through the porphyry marble columns below. He wondered distractedly if the woman he and Russell had been discussing was down there in the crush. Would they recognize each other? What would they say? It would be damned uncomfortable, considering their short but memorable history. "I haven't seen Julia in years. I had no idea her husband was dead, or that she'd returned to England."