Lady Marion Tunstall has just now re-entered society after mourning her beloved husband for two years, who was killed in an explosion while serving in the Royal Navy.
Tristan, Lord Tunstall has purposely kept himself hidden from Marion for more than two years. It had been his desire to allow her to continue to think he was dead so she could marry again and not be burdened with a damaged husband.
What happens when a determined woman faces the ultimate rejection from the only man she has ever loved?
He rose, his mouth working as he tried desperately
to respond, but the huge lump wedged in his throat kept
him from answering. The muscles in his neck continued to
tighten, and he turned his head away from her voice, fearful
she would see his tears. “Marion.” Her name came out raspy,
somewhere between a groan and a plea.
Then, almost knocked off his feet by her enthusiastic
embrace, he inhaled her smell, her softness, her love.
Holding his arms out to his sides, he quickly surrendered
to his desires and encircled her slim body. For one precious
moment he imagined her always being here in his arms. His
palms slid upward, his fingers tangling in the silkiness of her
hair. He leaned his cheek against her head and moaned with
Then the reality of his situation reared its ugly head,
and he grasped her shoulders, setting her from him. “Please,
Marion. This is not a good idea.”
“Don’t b-b-be ridiculous. I l-l-love you.”
Her words were like a knife to his heart. But he steeled
himself, knowing he was doing the right thing.