Silver Angel (33 page)

“Of course. And, Derek, thank you.”

“Not at all.” Then he turned to Marshall, “You should have said something, old man.”

“I—ah—I thought I did,” Marshall replied in embarrassment now.

“Not seriously enough. And don’t just stand there like a clod, or you’re liable to lose her again. Talk about indecision.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Caroline agreed with a grin.

C
hantelle was just about to extinguish the last lamp in her room when the door burst open. “She’s in love with Marshall!”

Chantelle jumped, startled, even though she recognized that voice before she saw him. The very reason she was going to bed so early, just so she wouldn’t have to think of
him
anymore. And more annoying, he was all smiles as he stood there waiting for her to say something.

Despite herself, she asked, “Who is?”

“Caroline.”

She stiffened. “Well, good for her.”

He ignored her peevish tone and closed the space between them to draw her into his arms. “You don’t understand, love. We can get married now.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Chantelle, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” she retorted and pushed away from him, furious that he should ask her
now
. “I’ve heard the story, Derek. Your grandfather wants you married and you don’t care who as long as you please him. Well, no, thank you. I don’t care to be second choice now that your first one has deserted you.”

He had expected her to be as delighted as he was. It infuriated him that she wasn’t. “Dammit, you have never been second and you know it! Is it my fault that I was already committed when I met you? Caro is one of my best friends and always has been. How
could I break off with her if I thought she would be hurt by it?”

“It was all right to hurt me, though, wasn’t it? It was all right to rip out my heart and trample all over it with your miserable suggestion that I be your mistress!”

“Do you think I would have loved you any less in that position?” he shouted back.

“What?” she asked, stunned.

“You heard me! How else was I to keep from losing you?”

Her eyes blazed when she realized she had obviously misunderstood him. That was all he was worried about, that he wouldn’t have the use of her body anymore. How could she have thought otherwise, even for a moment?

“Why am I even arguing with you? I’ve given you my answer. Now will you kindly get out of my room?”

He started to do just that, he was so angry with her. He got as far as the door and stopped. He had left the damn thing open. He closed it now and turned back toward her. If feelings counted for nothing, maybe logic would succeed.

“You need a husband, Chantelle.”

“The devil I do.”

“Have you forgotten your guardian?”

Her eyes narrowed. “What about him?”

“The only way you can get out from under his rule is to marry.” That wasn’t exactly true. He had already talked to his solicitor about the options she had available to her, but he wasn’t about to tell her that now. “Or did you intend to hide from him until you came of age?”

“Why not? It was what I had planned to do before I got influenced by a vacation in Barikah.”

He hated it when she got sarcastic. “Don’t you want the pleasure of kicking him out of your house?”

“Not enough to put up with you for the rest of my life.”

Derek gritted his teeth. “Why the bloody hell are you being so stubborn about this? You love me. I love you. There is nothing to prevent our getting married now. That
is
what people usually do when they—”

“All right.”

“What?”

“All right, you have convinced me.”

It took him a moment to realize she was smiling at him. He approached her again, slowly this time.

“Was it that bit about having to stay out of circulation?”

“No.”

“Was it the part about kicking your cousins out?”

“That was a nice thought, but no.”

She was grinning now. When he made no move to embrace her, she took matters into her own hands, slipping her arms around his neck. He was the one to resist now.

“Wait a minute—”

“Shh.” She began nibbling at his chin. “Have you forgotten so soon how easily passion can flare between us?”

“So that’s it? All you want is my—”

“Silly man. All I wanted was your love. All you had to do was tell me.”

He turned the tables on her, grabbing her hips to press them into his own. “I thought I was always quite demonstrative in that area.”

“I didn’t mean that!”

“Didn’t you?” he teased. “What about this?” And he captured her lips until her legs gave out from under her.

“That was always nice,” she said breathlessly, “but I wanted the words.”

“Silly woman.” He gave her back her own words. “I knew you loved me. Why weren’t you as intuitive? If I didn’t love you, would I have put up with your willfulness, your temper, your jealousy?”

“I was never jealous!” she retorted.

“Of course not.” His chuckle was warm and caressing. “Are you sure you want the words, love? You’re going to hear them so often you’ll be begging for mercy.”

“That’s what you think. We know who always ends up begging for mercy, don’t we?” But then she sighed, holding him close, so happy she could barely stand it. “Oh, Derek, I love you so much. How soon can we be married?”

He grinned at her impatience. “Not until morning, at least. I have other plans for tonight.”

“Do you, my lord? So do I, now that you mention it.” And she brought his lips back to hers.

Welcome to the world of Johanna Lindsey, and enter into a fantasy of your choosing. Immerse yourself deep into times when men were warriors, tamed only by very special women, and romance reigned supreme. Whether it is against the backdrop of glamorous Regency England society, the pageantry of a medieval court, the wild wilderness of the American West, or any other you can imagine, Johanna Lindsey knows how to make a love story come alive. Enjoy!

Captive Bride

Johanna Lindsey touched deep into the soul of her readers with her first romance. The world knew a new star was born with this tale of an arrogant Arab prince cut down to size by a strong-minded English miss
.

Philip Caxton saw Christina as soon as she entered the room. She turned away with contempt when she saw him. Well, he didn’t expect an easy conquest. She had seemed to hate him last night.

He sighed, cursing the lack of time. But perhaps Christina Wakefield was just playing hard to get. After all, young women came to London to look for husbands. And he wasn’t such a bad catch. But still,
with only one day’s acquaintance, the odds were against him. Damn, why hadn’t he met her sooner?

Anne Shadwell drew Christina toward Philip. “Miss Wakefield, I would like to introduce—”

She was cut off abruptly.

“We’ve met,” Christina said contemptuously.

Anne Shadwell looked startled, but Philip made an arrogantly graceful bow, took Christina’s arm firmly, and walked her out onto the balcony. She resisted, but he was sure she wouldn’t cause a scene.

When they reached the railing, she whirled to face him defiantly.

“Really, Mr. Caxton! I thought I made myself quite clear last night, but since you don’t seem to understand, let me enlighten you. I don’t like you. You are a rude, conceited man, and I find you quite intolerable. Now if you will excuse me, I am going back to join my brother.” She turned to leave, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him.

“Christina, wait,” he demanded huskily, forcing her to look into his dark eyes.

“I really don’t think we have anything to say to each other, Mr. Caxton. And please refrain from using my first name.” She turned to leave again, but Philip still grasped her hand in his. She faced him once more, stamping her foot in fury.

“Let go of my hand!” she demanded.

“Not until you’ve heard what I have to say, Tina,” he answered, pulling her closer to him.

“Tina!” She glared at him. “How dare—”

“I dare anything I damn well please. Now shut up and listen to me.” He was amused at the disbelief written on her lovely face. “Tina, I want you. I would be honored if you would consent to be my wife. I
would give you anything you want—jewels, beautiful gowns, my estates.”

She was looking at him in a most unusual way. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. And then he felt the sting of her hand across his cheek.

“I have never been so insulted in my—”

But Philip didn’t let her finish. He gathered her in his arms and silenced her words with a deep, penetrating kiss. He held her tightly against him, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest, crushing the breath from her body. She was struggling to free herself, but her efforts only increased his desire.

Then, unexpectedly, Christina went limp in his arms and threw him off guard. Philip thought she had fainted but winced when he felt a sharp pain in his shin. He released her instantly to grab his leg, and when he looked up, Christina was running into the drawing room.

He should have known better, Philip told himself.

He should have gone to her home in Halstead and courted her slowly. But that wasn’t his way. Besides, he had never courted a woman before. He was used to getting what he wanted immediately, and he wanted Christina.

A Gentle Feuding

Sheena Fergusson is the most prized beauty in Scotland. Every man wants to possess her—except for Jamie MacKinnion, the avowed enemy of her clan. But when the proud laird finally lays eyes on Sheena, his warrior’s heart is conquered by the ethereal magnificence of this woman
.

James MacKinnion moved slowly. An enveloping mist still clung to the dewy ground, and he was sopping wet from crossing the second of the two Esk rivers. He was tired from lack of sleep and the rough ride south. There was something wrong in all this, but he didn’t know what it could be.

The mist swirled and parted before him in a gentle breeze, revealing for a moment a wooded glen not far ahead. Then the mist settled again, and the vision was gone. Jamie rode for it; the trees were a pleasant change from the barren moors and heather-clad hills.

He had never been this far east on Fergusson land before. He had never raided Lowlanders in the spring before, either.

Jamie’s anger warred with his common sense. Dead men demanded he ride to avenge them. A scrap of plaid demanded he ride south. Yet…why? He would have given anything for more evidence. The act bordered on insanity. Was he sure of what he was doing?

The mist was rising steadily as Jamie entered the wooded glen.

Then he heard a sound, and in a flash he slid off his horse and ran for cover. But when he listened again, he recognized the sound as a giggle, a feminine giggle.

Leaving his horse behind, he moved stealthily through the bracken and trees toward the sound.

When Jamie saw her, he wasn’t quite sure he believed the vision. A young girl was standing waist-deep in a small pool, the mist swirling about her head. She looked like a water sprite, a kelpie, unreal, yet real enough.

The girl laughed again as she splashed water across her naked breasts. The sound enchanted Jamie. He was mesmerized by the girl, rooted where he was,
watching her play. She was frolicking and having a joyous time of it.

She was like nothing he had ever seen before, a beauty, and no mistake about it. In a moment she faced him, and he saw nearly all of her loveliness. Pearly white skin contrasted starkly with brilliant, deep red hair. Almost magenta, it was so dark and gleaming and long. Two strands waved around her breasts and floated in the water. And those breasts were tantalizing, round, high and proud in youthful glory, the peaks sharply pointed because of the caress of icy water. Her features were unmistakably delicate. The only thing not clear to Jamie was the color of her eyes. He was not quite close enough to see, and the reflection of the water made them appear a blue so clear and bright as to be glowing quite impossibly. Was his imagination running wild? He wanted to move closer and see.

What he really wanted was to join her in the water. It was an insane idea, born of the strange effect she was having on him. What if she let him come to her, let him touch her as he ached to do? He had to leave before common sense completely fled. As if to point out his folly in tarrying, the first rays of sun broke through the glen, showing him the time he had wasted. His brother and the others would have all returned to the men by the river. They would all be waiting for him.

Jamie was suddenly sickened. Watching the girl, being transported to what seemed a sphere outside reality, he was appalled by the contrast between the lovely scene before him and the bloody one he would see in just a short while. Yet he could no more stop the one that was soon to happen than he could forget the one he was watching. Both seemed inevitable.

Jamie’s last look at the girl was a wistful one. Beams of sunlight dotted the pool, and one touched the girl and lit her hair like a burst of flame. With a sigh, he turned away. That last vision of the mystical girl would be etched in his memory for a long time to come.

Love Only Once

With
Love Only Once,
Johanna Lindsey introduced her beloved Malory family. The romances of these outrageous and outspoken sensualists, set in the ever-popular Regency era, are pure magic. Nicholas Eden, the rakish fourth Viscount of Montieth, is as enchanted as readers during this first encounter with Regina Ashton. Having just discovered that he has accidentally kidnapped the Malory ingenue, he is now setting her free. But if he is expecting anger from his unintended hostage, he’s in for a surprise
.

She stood framed by the window, gazing at him in a startlingly direct way. There was no shyness in her look and no fear either on that exquisite, delicate, heart-shaped face. The eyes were disturbing, with an exotic slant. Such dark blue eyes in that fair face, so blue and clear, like colored crystal. The lips were soft and full and the nose was straight and slender. A thick fringe of sooty lashes framed those extraordinary eyes, while black brows arched gently above them. Her hair was raven black, too, in tight little ringlets surrounding her face, giving her fair skin a glow like polished ivory.

She was breathtaking. The beauty didn’t stop with her face, either. She was petite, yes, but there was
nothing childlike about her form. Firm young breasts pressed against the thin muslin of her rose gown. He wanted to pull the rose muslin down a few inches and watch those lovely breasts spring free. He received another jolt then, feeling his manhood rise against his will. Lord, he hadn’t lost control like that since his youth!

Desperate to bring everything under control, he cast about for something—anything—to say. “Hello.”

His tone implied “What have we we here?” and Reggie grinned despite herself. He was gorgeous, simply gorgeous. It wasn’t just his face, though that was striking. There was a sexual magnetism about him that was quite unnerving.

“Hello, yourself,” Reggie said impishly. “I was beginning to wonder when you would realize your mistake. You certainly took enough time about it.”

“I am just now wondering if I have in fact made a mistake at all. You don’t look like a mistake. You look very much like something I did right for a change.”

He quietly closed the door and leaned back against it, those beautiful amber eyes boldly moving over her from head to foot. It was not at all safe for a young lady to be alone with a man of his stamp, and Reggie recognized that. Yet for some reason she couldn’t fathom, she wasn’t afraid of this man. Scandalously, she wondered if it would be such a terrible thing to lose her virtue to him. Oh, it was a reckless mood she was suddenly in!

She eyed the closed door and his large frame blocking that only exit. “Fie on you, sir. I hope you don’t mean to compromise me more than you already have.”

“I will if you will let me. Will you? Think carefully
before you answer,” he said with a devastating smile. “My heart is in jeopardy.”

She giggled, delighted. “Stuff! Rakes like you don’t
have
hearts. Everyone knows that.”

Nicholas was enchanted.

Hearts Aflame

Kristen Haardrad has been imprisoned by the Saxon warlord Royce when her shipmates dared to attack Royce’s lands. The Viking maiden has been searching for a man who could stir her senses and make her blood sing, and now she’s finally found him in Royce. So with the full force of her Viking determination she sets out to win the heart and love of her captor
.

Kristen had been stretching when she heard the steps crossing the floor, coming from the entrance. She jumped up curiously, her heartbeat quickening when she saw Royce coming out of the shadows, his direction not the stairs, but toward her, straight to her.

She did not move, waiting for him to reach her. His expression was intense, harsh, and her heart beat even faster, not in fear but in expectation. When he stopped, she felt only a moment’s surprise when his hand went to the back of her neck, his fingers gripping her hair to yank her head back. She held her breath as his eyes moved angrily over her face.

“Why do you tempt me so?” He asked this not of her but to himself.

“Do I, milord?”

“You do it apurpose,” he hissed before his mouth slashed down over hers.

Kristen had waited for this, to know the feel of lips,
to be able to touch him. She had wanted this to happen, but she had not guessed how devastating the actuality would be. Nothing could have prepared her for such a violent jolt of desire, when she had never felt desire before.

His mouth moved over hers brutally in his anger. He gripped her hair, holding her still for this ravishment, yet he did not touch her otherwise. Kristen was the one to lean into him, until she could feel the full length of his body and know the extent of his desire. This inflamed her more. She didn’t care that this was not what he wanted, that he was kissing her against his own will, and probably hating her more because of it, she wrapped her arms around his back, moving her hands up over the hard muscle there until she gripped his shoulders, holding him tight to her.

She heard him groan at her complete acceptance of him, and his other arm slipped about her waist, crushing her tighter to him. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she drew on it, capturing it like a prize, refusing to let go. God in heaven, this was wonderful, more thrilling than anything she had ever felt before. She would have let him take her there, in the hall, on the table, the floor—she didn’t care. She wanted to make love with him now, before he came to his senses and stopped.

He did stop, and Kristen sighed miserably when his lips left hers. He looked down at her, his eyes fierce, filled half with passion, half with fury. She met his look boldly, but this served only to anger him more.

With a snarl, he shoved her away from him. “My God, you have no shame, do you?”

“I feel no shame in wanting you,” she told him softly. She smiled then at his snort of disbelief. Deliberately, she added in a teasing tone, “You are my
heartmate, Royce. Begin to accept it. You will eventually.”

“You will never count me as one of your lovers, wench,” he stated emphatically.

She shrugged, the sigh she gave louder than necessary. “Very well, milord, if that is your wish.”

“Not my wish, the truth,” he insisted. “And you will cease to use your tricks on me.”

Kristen could not help but laugh at this order. “What tricks are those, milord? I am only guilty of looking at you, mayhap more than I should, but I cannot seem to help myself. You are, after all, the most splendid man here.”