Kismet's Salvation




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The Kismet Series

Lydia Winchester's plain features and bookish personality have doomed her to spinsterhood in Victorian London. Her true interests lie in a far-off, exotic land she's determined to reach in order to right a terrible wrong.

Armand St. Clair's only loyalty belongs to the sea. When a little mouse of an Englishwoman saves him from the gallows, he feels honor-bound to accede to her brother's request and escort her to Hong Kong. But treachery and danger sail with them on the high seas.

In a mystic empire, Lydia will face the evils of greed, opium, and betrayal to find her true self: a woman of incredible honor, courage, and determination. A woman destined to love the one man who gave her his protection and his name when she needed them most.

(Pages 326) Spicy
ISBN: 1-60154-835-4

Excerpt:

"I'm quite accustomed to being dismissed as insignificant."

Armand caught up to her in two strides. "I never thought you insignificant. I just never got a good look at you is all."

"Oh?" She stopped to stare up at him and folded her arms over her chest. "Well, now that you've had a 'good look' at me, what would you tell the detectives if they asked you to describe me?"

His eyes narrowed in scrutiny and traveled from her head to her feet in one long, steady sweep until her skin itched with discomfort. "I'd tell them to look for a woman of incredible courage. She has more fire simmering in her heart than most men I know, but she hides it beneath a padded gown and a ridiculous little hat." He leaned close and flicked a finger at the brim of her bonnet. "And I'd tell them they must find her with all possible haste, because she is someone I wish to know better."

Unable to help herself, Lydia scanned his face for any indication he teased. His eyes remained serious. And when she looked at his lips for a hint of a grin, she couldn't catch her breath. Her mind filled with thoughts of how she might feel if he pressed those lips against her flesh. The sparkle she'd felt when he touched her waist returned, but with increased fervor, as if she'd become gripped with fever.




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