HERE'S
A BLURB
AND EXCERPT FROM CAPTIVE HEARTS
Captive Hearts
A witness to murder.
A man unjustly jailed.
Can finding love and
justice free these captive hearts?
Bent on seeing her family's murderers caught, Lady Katherine
Leighton strikes a bargain with Captain Matthew Hamilton. They will
wed just long enough for her to shed her uncle's hampering control
and pursue the investigation her uncle refuses to undertake. Little
does she know that what begins as a means to find justice, will end
in the handsome American capturing her heart and holding it
prisoner.
Betrayed by one woman, Matthew doesn't trust the English beauty who
offers him freedom from prison in exchange for marriage vows, but
knowing it is his only escape, he agrees to the bargain. Little does
he know that what begins as a means to gain his freedom will end in
him losing his heart to the feisty woman who refuses to listen to
reason.
From the moment their lips meet to seal the vows, a passion ignites
between them, which they are eager to ignore. When the highwaymen
who brutalized Katherine's mother come after her, Matthew feels
honor bound to protect her, but Katherine wants more than his
honorable intentions, she wants his love...
And she's willing to fight to get it.
Trapped. She was
trapped.
Trapped. She was trapped.
She thrust her elbow back into the hollow of his belly, and he
grunted in pain as she swooped out from under his arm.
“You must calm yourself,
Katherine,” he said, his tone soothing as he followed her to the
bed.
Slipping a hand beneath the pillow, she grasped the
butt of the pistol and withdrew it from its hiding place.
Cocking it, she thrust it squarely into his groin.
He froze.
“We are not doing this.”
Her voice sounded husky around the knot of smothering rage lodged in
her throat.
“How long have you known we could not annul the
marriage?”
His gaze slid downward to
the gun then moved back up to her face. With studied care, he eased
back from
her. “I suspected it from the beginning.”
Resolve hardened within
her. She would not be his wife. She would not be anyone’s wife. She
kept the gun
steady in its position. “Move back.”
“My father always told me never
to point a loaded pistol at anyone lest you were prepared to fire
it.” He
stepped back, his movements slow and measured, his
hands palm out.
“My brother once told me so as
well.” She struggled not to allow her gaze to waver. “Back up.” When
he
hesitated she added, “I should hate to give you a
lead ball for a wedding gift.”
