Sara accosts Lord Wolverton in his bedroom late at night with the intent to shooting him in the groin so he’d never again rape an innocent girl. Fortunately Wolf overpowers her, since she finds he is not the villain she seeks. They embark together on a hunt to find the real rapist. Then the spy Wolf is also seeking turns his vengeance on Sara. Wolf needs her help to decode a cryptic message about ‘the third rose’ and track down the spy. He fears for her safety and yet knows he needs her help.

The spy hunt turns desperate and Sara and Wolf find themselves hurrying to Brussels to join Wellington and save the General’s life. Matters come to a head at the Battle of Waterloo, with both Sara and Wolf proving their courage and their love. But will even extraordinary love and courage be enough to save them both?

The villain is unusually nasty. They can stop him, can’t they?

EXCERPT

He reached for her again and buried his face in her curls. Carrying her to her bed was only the beginning of his desire. Even drained as he was, he wanted to bury himself in her warm body and find the peace he’d not known since she invaded his life. He thought she’d submit to him. Vulnerable tonight, she’d try to please him.

He did not want to take her in such a manner. She must come to him because she wanted him.

He straightened.

“If we didn’t have to leave so early I’d do much more than give you a goodnight kiss. You tempt me unbearably, Sara, but for this one more night I’ll honor my word. Don’t count on more.”
He folded her in his arms with a fervor he’d not previously allowed himself. He kissed her more deeply than ever, molding her hips flush against him so she had no doubt of his desire. He touched her lips with his tongue and when she opened to him plunged in with a rhythm forecasting the way he wanted to invade her body. She let him do as he willed, and he plundered her mouth, marveling at her sweetness and uninhibited fire. Reveling in the knowledge she was breathing as hard as he, Josh finally lifted his head, and smiled down at her.

“You’re a child from hell sent to sway me from the path I should take. I’m powerless to resist you once you’re near.” His voice grew serious as he held her eyes with his. “Take warning, wife. We will be thrown together in great intimacy if you insist on going with me.”
She lifted her head, her voice husky, conveying at the same time both defiance and pleasure.

“I want to go with you,” she said.

He was a weaker man than he’d thought. Even though he was taking her into danger, he rejoiced she’d be with him.