He’s tormented by guilt and memories, but cannot forget... Evan Michael Sedgewyck, ninth Earl of Coventry, is doomed to walk the earth as a dragon-shifter, but it’s his actions that have caused his own personal hell. Beastly half aside, he’s been a widower for seven years, and the moment he decides to attend a ball and perhaps enter the Marriage Mart again, he stumbles into a woman he once thought dead—his wife. Yet the anger he carries doesn’t diminish.
She’s searching for answers, but doesn’t remember... Miss Damaris Sheffield—Victoria—is looking forward to her next paid position as a governess, but when a handsome stranger pulls her aside at a masquerade, calls her by another woman’s name and kisses her soundly, she begins to wonder. After rebuffing him and denying his claims, she discovers she truly is the earl’s wife, has a young son, and has been essentially missing for years. The knowledge does nothing to soothe her anxiety attacks.
Finding love a second time in order to save their marriage… As Evan and Victoria butt heads during a new courtship period, they’re both forced to delve into secrets of their past and confront old fears. Heat between them grows, bringing acceptance and understanding, but only deep, abiding love can fix what’s broken. They’ll have to defeat a surprising threat and fight for a happily ever after… if they believe the romance is worth healing the pain.
It came out in 2019 then the publisher closed. Reissued in 2021.
His heart froze and then thumped back to painful life a moment later as she turned, but her intricate Venetian mask of bronze and black obscured her face. Yet, those lips! He knew the shape of that mouth intimately as well as the graceful lines of that ivory neck.
Victoria.
Ghost from the past? Or perhaps it was nothing more than wishful thinking. Could a miracle have happened after all this time? Barely acknowledging the questions as he moved, he stepped in her direction. The hair color was all wrong, though. Where his wife had possessed waves of gold, this woman had tresses so silvery white they resembled platinum.
Such adornments don’t matter when there are other points of the body to satisfy.
He ignored his dragon’s crass comment. One thing was certain: he refused to wait for the unmasking before he discovered her identity.
When Evan reached her side, he dared to grab her hand. “Such a lovely woman shouldn’t remain alone for the rest of the evening.” He raised her fingers to his lips and kissed the back of her wrist, right where her glove ended. She used to adore when he did that.
The unnamed lady gasped. Behind her mask, her blue gray eyes widened—the same eyes he’d dreamed of for seven years. “I’m waiting for someone. He went to fetch punch…”
Those dulcet tones, oh so familiar, flowed over him and awakened parts of him he’d thought long dormant. “Then he can wait until I’m finished.” Excitement climbed Evan’s spine while he escorted the lady in the Renaissance-style gown behind a grouping of potted hothouse plants and ferns. How was such a thing possible? Did it even matter? Once sufficiently hidden from eavesdropping couples, he dropped his hands on her shoulders and peered into her eyes. “Good God, Victoria. Is that truly you after all this time?”
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German
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Already translated.
Translated by Jenny Riemer
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Jorge Ledezma
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