Synopsis: His secrets could destroy her…
New Orleans, 1817
Colette Kincaid once knew such love and delicious passion in the arms of her pirate husband, Donato de la Roche. Yet Colette could not continue to live as the wife of a pirate, when reunited with her family. So she fled, taking their son with her and reconciling herself to never seeing her husband again…
Until their son is taken.
Donato is convinced his wife is behind his son’s disappearance-just as she is convinced he is the villain. Now they’re unable to leave each other’s side as they seek their child, forced to confront the desire that still smolders between them. But Donato knows that soon he must face the secret about Colette he’s been hiding for so long. And it’s a secret for which there is no forgiveness…
At more than six feet, Donato towered over Colette. He nearly lifted her from her feet. But he didn’t care; he had wanted this kiss since he’d seen her in New Orleans, when she had fought him on the dock, when she had kept a rigid spine and led them through the swamp, and when she had fallen overboard and dangled above a furious sea. He had almost asked her permission before, only to be rebuked, but not this time. This kiss was his, and damned if he wasn’t going to take it.
He savored the taste of her, allowing the hotly stirred mixture of her mouth to marinate him in her natural scent of saccharine and danger. Feeling the hot pulsation of her mouth against his, he drew his only breath before her hand slowly migrated upward; not in protest, her fingers walked along his lower arm.
She tried for a breath but he held her firm, reminding her of his strength and that no other man would love her as much as he had. But that was then, not now. She had betrayed him. Her hand moved up his shoulder, pulling him deeper into the kiss that he had thought to demand from her. Damn her, he wanted her to resist, insist he release her, be forced to accept his power over her, but that wasn’t happening. Instead her power oozed over him like molasses on a hot day, robbing him of the strength he needed to resist.
Her fingers continued across the breadth of his shoulders and played with the hair at the back of his neck, like she had done so many times before. He liked it now as he had then.
His body nearly curled in response, heat turned inward, upward, so quickly it was now he who needed that breath of fresh air or he’d topple her over and submit to the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. But she was more than that; she was the woman who had betrayed him. He pushed her away, dismissing her from his arms—his heart—his life.
He noted she swallowed hard and forced a straightness to her back, like he had seen on the pirogue. She wet her lips, tasting the remains of their kiss, never taking her eyes off of him. “Disappointed I did not resist?” There they were standing in their child’s room, his son’s room, where he had entrusted his son to Colette and she had taken him to America. The sense of betrayal so real, he needed to breathe it out before it suffocated him. “Perhaps.” He had to admit, a little struggle of resistance might have relieved the cork inside him that was about to blow.
She straightened her shoulders in an attempt to look stronger, but she had melted under his touch, a fact they had both witnessed. He had found her vulnerability, her weak spot, the way to render her helpless. He didn’t want Colette back in his life, for he no longer trusted her, but in thirty-five days, she’d be begging him for mercy. “But I enjoy much more the fact that you could not resist. Buenas noches.”
About Meg Hennessy
Meg Hennessy read her first historical romance when Rosemary Rodgers’, Sweet Savage Love, swept the college campuses. She won’t admit how many years ago that was, but was forever hooked on the genre of happy-ever-afters. Meg grew up immersed in the culture of her father’s old Southern family and writes with a Southern flavor. It was her sense of wonderment when visiting her grandmother’s home as a child that now bubbles upward into her writing of today, creating steamy nights of intrigue and romance.
She had been writing for years, but seriously pursued publication in 2009. Seeking authenticity for her first novel, she researched hundreds of books, visited numerous battlefields, and toured antebellum homes. When it came to putting pen to paper, Meg found her story-telling voice, as her heroine simply stepped into Shadows of a Southern Moon, winning the 2010 EPIC Award for best Historical Romance and launching her writing career.
Meg lives amid the beautiful rolling hills of southeastern Wisconsin. Besides writing and spoiling her much-loved horse, she enjoys backyard birding, nature walks, and admits to being a gardening addict. Having spun stories for years, she enjoys seeing her dream come true as her characters spring to life and step within the beautifully bound pages of a romance novel.