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Enter Contest

She set out to unmask a spy,
but uncovered her own burning desire ...
for the enemy ...
When Elissa
Tauber learns of her beloved brother's murder and that her native
homeland is threatened, she is determined to expose the traitor.
Posing as a recently widowed countess, she moves through the
glittering world of the court, willing to barter even her lovely body
if she must.
More than one
man poses a threat, but it is the tall, imposing Lord Wolvermont,
Colonel Adrian Kingsland, who endangers her heart. Even as she
suspects he might be the spy called the Falcon, she longs for his
touch. When fate takes a hand, Elissa must decide whether to betray
her mission -- or lose the man she loves.
Excerpt:
Adrian strode
into the house as he always did, his movements
forged with purpose, yet his expression held none of the tenderness
she had seen in his face last night. "Things are progressing as
planned," he said brusquely. "Ravenscroft has ordered my immediate
return to the archduke's army." Her eyes squeezed shut for a
heartbeat.
"I
thought...I thought you would be staying at least a couple
more days."
He only shook
his head. "Time is of the essence now. With Bonaparte so close, it is
imperative I get back as quickly as I can." He glanced toward the door
as if he couldn't wait to leave, his features distant and remote, as
though the man she had known last night was already gone. "Why don't
you walk me to the door?"
"Yes...yes,
of course." Dear God, she couldn't think, couldn't believe this was
happening so quickly. Adrian's big hand settled at her waist, urging
her out of the room. In seconds, he was standing at the bottom of the
steps, checking his saddle and equipment, turning to smile at her like
the stranger he had become. Don't go! she wanted to say. I love you!
Please don't leave me! But she was afraid to say it, afraid to tell
him the truth.
"Time to go,
angel," he said lightly. "Take care of yourself." He started to turn
away, to swing himself up in the saddle, but her softly spoken words
held him back.
"Aren't you
going to kiss me good-bye?"
He stared at
her and the mask he wore began to crumble. Stark pain twisted his
features, despair unlike any she had ever seen. She was in his arms
before he had started up the stairs, clinging to his neck, pressing
her cheek against his, unmindful of her tears.
"Don't cry,
angel," he said. "I can't bear it if you cry."
She captured
his face between her hands, drew his mouth down to hers for a last,
desperate kiss. Adrian deepened the kiss and his arms tightened
painfully around her. She could feel him trembling, hear his sharp,
raw intakes of breath. "I have to go," he whispered, but he didn't
release his hold, just stood there on the steps, his arms wrapped
tightly around her. "I have to leave." But still he didn't let go.
She looked
up, into his dear, beloved face, read the despair, saw the heartache
that surpassed even her own, and knew in that moment that he loved
her, too. Dear God, he loved her--as she had prayed he would--yetthe
tension in his body, the harsh rise and fall of his chest, said that
it did not matter. "You won't be back," she said softly, aching at the
words she knew were true. "This isn't just good-bye until your return;
this is good-bye forever...isn't it, Adrian?"
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