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Star-crossed lovers have a rare chance to reclaim the love cruelly denied them in the past, but can they grasp this brief window in time before it is too late?
Newly arrived at Foxleigh, the gracious old Wentworth home in Virginia, British born Julia Morrow is excited at the prospect of a summer working as a guide in the stately house and herb garden. She quickly discovers the historic plantation holds far more. She becomes obsessed with the portrait of handsome Cole Wentworth, killed in a quarrel over the lovely English lady, Julia Maury, two hundred years ago. Then she meets his double, William, the only remaining Wentworth heir. Somehow, Julia must persuade Will that their fates are entwined with those of Cole Wentworth and Julia Maury, and that the man who killed his ancestor has returned to enact the deadly cycle again, or she will lose him twice. The blade is about to fall.
Rose
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-322-0
(260 Pages) Rating (Spicy)
Excerpt
A cold finger laid its icy touch on Julia and ran down the length of her spine. "How did it happen?"
"He's said to have been run through by the very man who made that mark on the door. Mr. Cameron. Scottish fellow he was, back in..." Mrs. Hensley pursed her thin lips, blue eyes distant. "Ah, yes, 1806. Some fuss over a woman."
"How dreadful. What about Mr. Cameron?"
"The friend of a neighbor, I believe. He escaped and was never found. No justice was ever done in the matter."
Julia hesitated, then asked, "And the woman?"
"Heartbroken, poor thing. She returned to England. She was a guest of the Wentworth family and greatly enamored of Cole. All the young ladies were, but he had a particular fascination with this girl."
"Why was she so special?"
"Apart from her legendary beauty? She had an angelic quality about her. Or so the story goes."
An irrational jealousy twanged a jarring note in Julia. In the space of a few short minutes she'd fallen in love with the man in the portrait--typical of her impractical nature and unlikely to advance her nonexistent love life. And yet, she couldn't help plunging into the sweet madness.
She tore her eyes from the portrait. "Do you recall the lady's name?"
Mrs. Hensley gave a little laugh. She tapped a finger to her furrowed forehead. "Isn't that odd? It was Julia something ... hmmmm."
Was Mrs. Hensley teasing her? She had to know.
"I've got it. Julia Maury," the guide continued and arched graying brows. "You're from England, aren't you, Miss Morrow? Tread with care here, my girl. We don't want you stirring up any ghosts. Foxleigh has enough already."
