Nothing could extinguish the hot burn of unquenchable desire whenever Jackson McCay held Alli Nordstrom within his embrace--until unforeseen circumstances, steadfast patriotism and a heart bound by honor compelled a separation between the insatiable lovers. Forced by a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, Jackson follows a silent call to arms and leaves Alli's side, never imagining that America's Civil War will keep him away for four long years.
Determined to win Alli's forgiveness and regain her love, he returns to seduce her back into his arms. Though nothing has changed between them as the flame ignites once more, and Alli's heart and body still yearn for his touch, she is determined not to yield, never to forgive the heartbreak of his betrayal of both her and his country.
As Jackson seductively overwhelms Allie's resistance, conspiracies begin to unfold. Whispers lie on the breeze. There are secrets...unforeseen circumstances that threaten both Alli and Jackson at every turn, until they are swept into the turbulent path of the perfect betrayal.
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1 . One of my Top 10 Favorites books!!
Posted January 24, 2011 by ERomance73 , St. LouisI loved everything about this book! The history was really interesting but the hot Love story was even better. I read this book a year ago, but still I can't forgot how great it was. I can't believe this story has no reviews yet. I say if you haven't read it yet, and you like Historicals, even if there not your favorites, I say it's worth it!! Give it a read. I searched out more Ruby Storm books after reading this one.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Perfect Betrayal by Ruby Storm
Jackson lifted the hat from his head, eyed the bullet hole momentarily, then tossed it onto the table beside his empty gun. One hand brushed through the thick, dark mane at his temple. "Alli." His chest ballooned with the deep breath he inhaled. "I know it's been a long time."
"Four years," she spouted back. "Now get out! You made your choice long ago, and staying with me wasn't it, Jackson."
"Yes. Four years, Alli. And every goddamned one of them was filled with thoughts of you. There wasn't a night that went by that I didn't wish I was here. Put the gun down."
She continued to stare down the metal sight, ignoring what she thought to be empty words. "And not once in all that time did you try to contact me. You're a damned turncoat, a traitor to everything you held dear. You're lucky I don't put a hole in you. You left, Jackson. You left me here to fend for my two brothers and myself. Now even they're dead." She blinked back the instant angry tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks when she thought about the two young men who would never grow old. She had thought she was past the grief, but with Jackson in the room, she couldn't quite grasp her emotions and keep them from tangling with one another. "Did you know that? They were ambushed by a group of Confederate soldiers, hauled away wounded to some prison..." A strangled sob sounded in the back of her throat, but a deep breath leveled her anguish. "They never made it out. Both of them died in that stinking prison."
He dragged his boots from the tabletop, lowered his feet to the floor, and stood slowly with his eyes back on her trembling trigger finger, refusing to let memories of her two younger brothers deter him. He'd come back for one thing and he damned well was going to get it. She could think what she wanted, but what he once had with the hellcat standing before him couldn't be denied. His dark gaze finally met Alli's. "I never stopped loving you."
Her breasts expanded beneath the thin cotton with each deep breath she sucked in. The dead silence whirling around them was a testament to her absolute surprise at what he'd just uttered.
Then, her finger twitched against the cool metal. "Don't even mention the word love," she ground out.
"Why not? You know it's the truth."
They locked stares.
The gun lowered slightly.
He took a step forward.
The barrel came back up, but wavered somewhat.
He took another step closer. "You're not going to shoot me."
"Don't bet on it."
"How can you forget, Alli? How can you forget how much I loved you--how you screamed with pleasure when I was inside you?" He continued slowly in her direction like a lean cat stalking his prey. He had to get close enough to touch her silky skin. That's all it would take, because Ali had always been on the same level as he. The sexual tension that always sizzled between them had to still be there somewhere, hiding behind the angry fa?ade she struggled to maintain.
Alli took a step back. The kitchen wall halted her escape. Her round eyes blurred with tears as she gripped the tiny pistol with determination. "You left me, Jackson. I begged you to stay. But what we had wasn't important enough to you. The Confederacy meant more to you than I did."
"I couldn't stay, Alli. I had no other choice. Put down the gun and listen to me." He was close enough now to reach out. But instead of prying the weapon from her clutches, he slowly lifted a hand and traced the smooth outline of her jaw with his finger. The derringer's barrel dug firmly into his chest. When she didn't pull the trigger, he cupped a callused palm beneath her chin.
Alli's lids drifted shut for a quick moment before she snapped her wary eyes open again. Her throat contracted when she swallowed. "How could you do it? How could you become such a traitor?" The warm touch of his fingertip against her jaw set her heart to pounding even harder. His hand moved to tenderly caress her cheek and was an instant reminder of how it felt to have Jackson's searching mouth against her own, flooding her senses, making her forget her firm resolve to never have anything to do with the man again. As angry and hurt as she was, the years of tortured loneliness scrambled to the back of her mind. This is what she'd dreamed about. Jackson--alive--standing before her with that hungry look in his eyes. Send him away! Now! Before it's too late...
Her mind skittered to the rough thumb that now brushed across her lips. The breath caught in her throat when it traveled a sensuous path down the length of her neck, and dipped close to the bodice of her tattered dress, slowly tracing a line across the crest of a heaving breast. She pressed her back tighter against the wall, increasing the small distance between their bodies. It was a struggle not to sway against the firm muscles of his chest. Oh, God, his touch had her head reeling...
The derringer dropped from lifeless fingers and banged against the floor.