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504 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 5, 2011
And the purest magic is love.
And the purest purest magic is true love
In 1522, the very night they were wed, Royce Morgan and his new bride, Beatrice Godwin, were murdered on their way home to Lacybourne Manor. Now arrogant, forbidding Colin Morgan lives at Lacybourne, knowing, from lore (as well as the portraits of Royce and Beatrice that hang in Lacybourne’s hall and the small fact that he looks exactly like Royce Morgan), that he is the reincarnated soul of his ancestor
”There’s been a terrible mistake and furthermore that man is a raving lunatic..."
”You’re like a male Mrs. Rochester except you have the run of the house.”
And his kiss was sweet and wild and beautiful and everything a kiss was meant to be, because it was filled with yearning and love ...
”Christ, you’re the most annoying woman I’ve ever met.”
All of his desire to torment her fled as he stared at her, his heart clenching with guilt
Good goddess, but he had a beautiful body
For Colin Morgan had been born with a broken heart, the broken heart of a long-dead warrior, a warrior who lost his love and his life at near the same exact time.
Strangely, and distressingly, she felt like she’d been in this exact position before, facing off against him. And losing. This feeling was not a little familiar, but a lot, like it didn’t happen once but repeatedly. And it was bizarre, frightening and, lastly, bizarrely, frighteningly reassuring.
The dark soul stood hidden in the trees and watched the cottage. The soul saw the flash of movement as the body came flying to the window, a woman’s body, a woman with unforgettable hair. Then a man come to her to hold her, gently, carefully, as if the naked woman was an exquisite, fragile piece of priceless crystal. At this sight, the dark soul seethed.
“We aren’t going to see Colin until Wednesday, you’re surely not going to allow him to leave town without an uninterrupted evening of privacy, are you?”
Sibyl clamped her mouth shut.
“Give her a good tumble, Colin,” Mags urged audaciously, pushing a stiff-with-humiliated-fury Sibyl out the door ahead of Colin. “She’ll need it to keep her in good spirits for the next couple of days.”
Mallory pulled out of his early evening nap, got to his feet far more gracefully than he had ever done in his whole doggie life and he walked into the house, following the last person of the party to enter as they all went in to escape the oncoming storm. He walked directly to his master and mistress’s bedroom and sat properly, not lounged, at the door. And thus he stood sentry.
* * * * * It wasn’t just people who were reincarnated, you know
KA mention that she imagined an estate / castle as Clevedon Court writing this novel
“I like you in my bed,” he continued and she closed her mouth and glared at him. “I like the way your laboratory makes the house smell like fruit and flowers. I like walking your damned dog. I like seeing your clothes in the wardrobe. I like you wearing my t-shirts to bed. I like coming home to you.” As he spoke, her face shifted and relaxed, the emerald melted and the sherry took its place.’
People try to explain magic in a variety of different ways.
They use the excuse of science, miracle, divine intervention, luck, fate and coincidence.
It’s all just magic in one form or another.
* * * * *
And the pureset magic is love.
And the purest, purest magic is true love.
“There is no way in hell a woman like you should be on the arm of a man like that,” Colin remarked with deep meaning and supreme finality.
… “And what type of man should I be on the arm of, as you put it?”
“Me,” he answered boldly.
“He’d just decided to marry Sibyl, though he could not imagine, considering her spectacular temper, how she would react to all of this.”
“Christ, you’re the most annoying woman I’ve ever met.”
“I like to watch. You’re beautiful always but you’re fucking breathtaking when you come.”
Sibyl’s surrender had been complete. Colin instantly recognised just how much she had been holding back when she opened her heard to him fully. He found the offer of it into his care a gesture so precious, he wasn’t certain how to handle it but he was certain that he would not, under any circumstances, let it go.