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380 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 31, 2018
Leo rubbed uselessly at the ache in his chest. He’d believed himself heartless, only to find out that he very much did possess that dangerous organ and that it beat for his wife.Reread this book for a second time and it definitely holds up to my memory of loving it. Both the hero and the heroine evoked really strong emotions in me and drew me in.
To Chloe, the only end that might bring her happiness was one free of a husband who’d have complete and total control of her life. Chloe turned her palms up, willing him to see. “You have taken it into your head that your responsibility for me can only be complete when I marry. But I do not want to be your responsibility.” She looked to Jane. “Or yours. Or anyone else’s.” She hungered for control of her own existence.
Yes, there had been a time when he was scared and crying and sniveling. No longer ... and never again. He owed the Brethren, and the organization had his fealty until he kicked up his heels and went on to spend eternity writhing in hell.
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Leo's throat closed tightly as he struggled to breathe. What am I without the Brethren? He was nothing. He was every last useless rake who'd die one day from too much drink, or with a bullet in his head from some irate husband.
His butler cleared his throat. “Her ladyship has a visitor.”Caldwell's Sinful Brides Series
He removed his cloak and handed it off. “The brother?”
Tomlinson gave a jerky nod. “He arrived almost an hour ago. They’ve been meeting in the Silver Parlor.”
Bollocks. He glanced in the direction of the hall leading to that room. Leo had miscalculated the speed with which Waverly would return and seek out Chloe. No doubt to try to end the brand-new marriage. “I trust you’ve listened in?”
“Of course,” Tomlinson said, as if it were the most common thing in the world for an employer to expect his servants to eavesdrop on private discussions. “The gentleman has spent the better part of his visit disparaging you,” he shared in his clipped and proper tones.
“That is hardly surprising.” Leo had come to expect nothing less. His butler had always been too loyal.
The older servant inclined his head. “Her ladyship has launched an admirable defense.”
“A defense?” He cocked his head. “Of who?”
Tomlinson’s lips twitched in the faintest whisper of amusement. “Of you, my lord.”