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Mary Balogh - Tangled

Mary Balogh - Tangled

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Tangled
Mary Balogh
 
 
ONE MAN HAUNTED HER PAST...Her beautiful eyes flashing with hate, Rebecca faced Lord DavidTavistock. He had come back, wounded but still vibrantly, sensually alive, from the Crimean War. Julian Cardwell, her sweet, gentlebridegroom — and David's foster brother — had not. She blamed wild, reckless David for Julian's decision to enter the Queen'sGuards, and for the devastating loss of her perfect young husband, whose memory even now broke her heart and filled her dreams.ONE PROMISED HER A FUTURE...His blue eyes shadowed by dark secrets, David had come to claimthe woman he had always loved. All his life he had protected thecharming Julian, hiding the truth from Rebecca about the women Julian dallied with, the child he had fathered, the scandalous way hedied. Now David offered Rebecca a life of privilege and wealth—as
his 
 wife. She wanted a marriage of convenience, but he intended toawake her deepest passions, to make her forget Julian Cardwell...andto find in
his 
bed all the ecstasy of a man's true love."GO BACK TO BED," HE SAID.Her eyes were huge with shock.He rounded on her again suddenly. "You are right, Rebecca," hesaid through his teeth. "You know nothing of what battle is like.
 
 
Don't mouth platitudes at me. And I thought it was agreed that henot be mentioned between us. You promised that he would not. It isnot to happen again, do you understand me? Julian is dead. Let himgo.She turned away, but he grabbed her wrist and spun her back toface him. He hauled her against him and lowered his mouth to hers.It was not a tender kiss. Ghosts were clawing at him and he fought tobanish them, to impose the reality of the present on the dreams andhorrors of the past. She was his wife. They had been married less thanthree days before. This was their honeymoon.She was clinging to him when he lifted his head again, her body arched in to his. She should have slapped his face—hard. Instead, she was playing the part of a dutiful wife as he suspected she always would. His anger intensified. He hated her at that moment. Hestooped down, scooped her up into his arms, strode across to the bed,and tossed her down onto it . . .
.Topaz, division of Penguin bookscopyright 2004
O, what a tangled web we weave,When first we practice to deceive! 
--Sir Walter Scott

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