The Highwayman (Victorian Rebels, #1)

by Kerrigan Byrne

I will walk alongside ye, and stand where ye stand. I will sleep alongside ye, my heart in yer hand. This vow to my love, may no one dare sever. Even death will not part us, ye are mine forever.

I make ye my vow, beneath this sacred moon, To love and to honor you, with all that I have. May we chance to live again, may our hearts meet again, And remember that we are loved.

“Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.” The man quoted Confucius?

Oh, Dougan, why send me this dark horse? Farah inwardly railed. Why ask the devil in the flesh to find and protect me?

Young Dougan couldn’t have known how the man in front of her would affect her. How dangerous he truly was, because of the reckless impulses pouring through her veins and settling in the most secret of places. He couldn’t have known how much Dorian Blackwell secretly thrilled her. How his eyes on her made her feel helpless and powerful at the same time.

Either way, it seemed her destiny to end up the wife of a highwayman.

“Other than Dougan, I’ve been without a family for over twenty years.” Farah pushed herself up until she stood before the Blackheart of Ben More completely nude. “What I want from you is a child.”

An empty heart full of promise, and a soul of shadows in need of sunlight.

I make ye my vow Beneath this sacred moon. To love and to honor you, With all that I have. May we chance to live again, May our hearts meet again, And remember that we loved.

“I lost nothing,” Dorian said as he reached for his wife and twirled a ringlet around his finger. “I found my Fairy, and that’s all the magic I’ll ever need.”