A tragedy brings them back to Madeline’s hometown in Illinois, where Madeline is shocked to meet Seth, the brother she never knew she had. She wants to get to know him, but Alexander senses something malevolent there. Is Seth what he appears to be? Or does he have secrets and plots of his own? The birth of Madeline and Alexander’s baby just might reveal the truth.
Elisabeth’s brother, Andrew, comes out of the shadows, rescuing a battered woman while trying to atone for his past. His reemergence brings Lucian and Elisabeth back from France. Elisabeth wants to forgive her brother and forge a future as a family, but Lucian can’t seem to get past what Andrew has done to Elisabeth. Will Andrew have to make the ultimate sacrifice to prove himself?
Lucian knew immediately when Elisabeth left the bedroom. He could feel her moving through the old castle, wandering through the cold stone halls, the same halls that his family had once traversed. Before he even realized what he was doing he found himself going to her, unable to resist her attraction, the pull of her need for him, as powerful as his own need for her. He didn’t have to search for her, his body instinctively knew where she was, standing outside on the ramparts, looking out over the land that he owned, the deep indigo blue of the darkening sky reflected in the sapphire depths of her eyes. She looked lost and lonely standing there, her slim body wrapped with a thick blanket she’d carried from the bedroom. He watched her for a few minutes, wondering what she was thinking, wondering if he should interrupt her.
“I know you’re there, you know,” Elisabeth said, never taking her gaze from the sunset. “I can feel when you’re near.”
“I figured,” Lucian answered softly. “Do you want to be alone?”
Elisabeth turned to him then and her heart thumped. He looked amazing with the rose of the sunset on his face, in his ocean eyes, putting fiery highlights in his raven hair. His shirt was open, thrown on earlier when he’d risen from bed, offering her a tantalizing view of his smooth, sculpted chest and abdomen. For a moment she allowed herself to drink in his beauty, to feel the vast power he kept so carefully under control within him, until she could stand the distance between them no longer and she went to him, standing so close their bodies nearly touched. “I would never send you away,” she whispered, tilting her head back to look up at him.
“Do you want to leave the castle?” he asked. “You’re recovered now. We could go back to London if you want.”
Elisabeth barely heard what he was saying. All she seemed to want in that moment was his touch, his strong arms around her crushing her to his chest, his lips on hers. She wanted to run her fingers through his silky hair, to feel his hands on her body. She needed him. She craved him. She wondered sometimes if she really was in love with him, or if she was she simply addicted to him making love to her. No man had ever touched her the way he did, had ever known her so well. She leaned in to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a delicate kiss. “Put your hands on me,” she whispered softly against his lips. “Make love to me.”