Copyright © 2018 Johanna Lindsey
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First published in this Ebook edition in 2018
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
About the Author
Praise for Johanna Lindsey’s legendary novels
By Johanna Lindsey
About the Book
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
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About the Author
Johanna Lindsey is world renowned for her ‘mastery of historical romance’ (Entertainment Weekly), with more than sixty million copies of her novels sold. She is the author of over fifty previous bestselling novels, many of which reached the number one spot on the New York Times bestseller list. Johanna lives in New Hampshire with her family.
Praise for Johanna Lindsey’s legendary novels:
‘If readers need to remember why they are Lindsey fans, she delivers every reason in this . . . signature captive/captor plotline with sassy dialogue, plenty of verbal sparring, lots of heat and a bit of humor, all in perfect proportions’ Romantic Times
‘You could feel the sexual attraction between these two . . . Lindsey allowed their relationship to develop slowly, increasing the tension and making unexpected kisses sizzle . . . If you are looking for strong characters and a slow burning romance wrapped in suspense and surrounded by tumbleweeds, look no further’ Caffeinated Book Reviewer
‘There is action, romance and suspense which make for a perfect escape from reality . . . I enjoyed this book so much’ My Nook, Books And More
‘Ms Lindsey is known for her awesome historical novels . . . I was immediately hooked and stayed that way until the end of this story. I absolutely loved the characters, the settings and the interactions . . . Fantastic story from beginning to end that has Ms Lindsey's storytelling talent shining’ Night Owl Romance
‘Johanna Lindsey still has a knack of creating fun and unforgettable characters who remain in a reader's thoughts and heart years after finishing a book . . . I adore Johanna Lindsey's brand of storytelling and her masterful ability to create memorable characters’ Romance Junkies
‘One thing is for sure: Johanna Lindsey has a remarkable ability to pen characters who are at once dashing, dangerous, protective, intriguing, loving, admirable, eccentric, unusual, strong, determined and so much more, all at the same time!’ Fallen Angel Reviews
By Johanna Lindsey
Stormy Persuasion
One Heart to Win
Let Love Find You
When Passion Rules
That Perfect Someone
A Rogue of My Own
No Choice but Seduction
The Devil Who Tamed Her
Captive of My Desires
Marriage Most Scandalous
A Loving Scoundrel
Wildfire In His Arms
Make Me Love You
Beautiful Tempest
Marry Me By Sundown
About the Book
Summoned back to Philadelphia from the social whirl in London, Violet Mitchell never expected to find her brothers living on the edge of financial ruin while their father seeks new wealth in Montana’s gold fields. With the family’s home and social standing at risk, Violet makes a drastic decision.
Morgan Callahan rode away from his family’s cattle ranch to make his own fortune. Now as he finishes exploiting a mother lode of silver, a young woman claiming to be his late partner’s daughter turns up wanting to be taken to her father’s mine. Suspecting that the pretty schemer works for the mining outfit that is trying to steal his land, he has no qualms about snatching her and holding her at his camp where she can do no harm.
Morgan underestimated the new thorn in his side. Determined to claim what rightfully belongs to her family, Violet summons up the courage, grit, and spunk to cope with the hazards and discomforts of an untamed land and the disturbingly masculine stranger who holds her fate in his hands. But an error of judgment brings down a hailstorm of calamity and danger that upends her plans and deepens her bond to a man who might not be the brilliant match a lady wishes to make, but could be all that a strong, passionate woman desires.
Utterly captivating. Wonderfully entertaining. Let legendary author Johanna Lindsey capture your heart with her unforgettable romance.
Chapter One
“I DON’T THINK SHE’S GOING to stop crying, even for this party,” Sophie warned Violet as she returned to the bedroom the two girls shared.
Violet Mitchell sighed, knowing Sophie was talking about her aunt Elizabeth, Sophie’s mother. But then Violet put her arm around her cousin’s shoulders and squeezed gently. She was good at consoling, good at mothering, too, having tried to be a mother to her two brothers when they were all still children.
“She doesn’t want me to go,” Violet remarked.
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None of us want you to go!”
“She shouldn’t have arranged this party, which is just going to remind her that I’m sailing back to America in the morning.”
“If only that letter hadn’t arrived four days ago,” Sophie said in a grouchy tone. “If it had come next week, you would at least have been here for the first ball of the Season. I can’t believe you’re going to miss them all!”
Violet was going to start crying herself in a moment. She had so looked forward to the festivities this summer and sharing them with Sophie. She and her cousin had both turned eighteen this year, Violet last month, Sophie in early spring. Violet had continued to grow this year, ending up at five feet seven inches, while Sophie was quite petite at only five foot three. And Elizabeth had spared no expense in having beautiful wardrobes made for both of them.
Violet had lived with her aunt and uncle and their large brood of children these last nine years, ever since Aunt Elizabeth had come to America and visited Philadelphia, where she and Violet’s mother had been born, and swooped into the Mitchell household insisting that Violet was returning to London with her to live with her and her husband, Lord Edmund Faulkner, and their six daughters. Violet’s father, Charles, hadn’t protested too much.
Violet actually understood why her father was relieved to have her taken off his hands. Raising a daughter without his wife, who had died of consumption a few years after Violet was born, had probably been a bit much for him. Her brothers, Daniel and Evan, hadn’t protested either. They didn’t exactly enjoy her bossing them around, but with no mother to guide the rambunctious boys, Violet had taken it upon herself to assume a motherly role toward her brothers, even though they were two years older than she. But there had been no one to mother her, and by the age of nine, she’d definitely felt that lack. So she hadn’t protested much either when she’d been told she would be leaving her immediate family and moving to London. It had been hard trying to be a mother. Yet the behavior had been ingrained in her by then, and she’d done her fair share of bossing her cousins in England, too. But at least they didn’t mind. They called it her being American!
“You should be happy for me,” Violet remarked. “It will be wonderful to see Papa and my brothers again. You don’t think I’ve missed them?”
“You never mentioned it, so, no, it’s not something I gave much thought to.”
Violet tried teasing: “If I’ve learned anything from you Brits, it’s to keep unpleasant emotions under wraps.”
“As my mother is currently doing, flooding her bedroom with tears?”
They both smiled before Violet continued, “You know what I mean. And you, my girl, have kept me too busy and entertained to darken your moods by sharing those occasional twinges of sadness I’ve felt when thinking about my brothers and father. But I wrote to them weekly, and while the boys aren’t as good about replying as I would have liked, I understand that they have other things on their minds besides writing letters. And I know my father hates writing. I was lucky to get eight letters from him in all the years I’ve been here, but he always had the boys include a few lines from him in their letters. And at least they all visited twice.”
“They should have come more often.”
“I’m surprised there was even a second visit five years ago, considering how terribly Papa and Evan suffered with seasickness on the first voyage.”
“Oh, I forgot about that. Still, they should have braved it for your come-out. If you hadn’t sent them that portrait of you last year, they probably would have, just to see for themselves how you turned out, seasickness or no.”
“Stop being annoyed for my sake when I’m not. I told them not to come again, that I would visit them instead. They might have enjoyed touring London, but they already did that twice—and while they would never say so, I don’t think they were all that comfortable with the formality of British society. But mainly, I felt too guilty that my father and Evan had to suffer like that both coming here and returning home. And I did plan to visit them this year, just not this soon. I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that I hoped to bring a fiancé with me. They weren’t very happy about that.”
“Did you really tell them that?” Sophie squealed happily.
“Why wouldn’t I? Your mother has been talking to us both about this particular Season for years, so, yes, I thought it was something that might happen, and I shared that with my family. After all, your mother expected us both to get engaged this Season.”
“What exactly did your father say about it?”
“Nothing yet. There were no lines from Papa in that reply, or in this last vague letter. But Papa will want me to be happy, so I expect to receive his permission to marry an Englishman when the time comes. In any case, it will be sorted out when I get home.”
Sophie suddenly gasped. “Is that why they want you home immediately? They are afraid to lose you to an English husband?”
Violet frowned for a moment as she considered that possibility, but then shook her head. “No, they wouldn’t dare try to pull a ruse like that. Daniel just wrote that it was urgent and sounded desperate about it.”
“Yet failed to mention what is so urgent,” Sophie reminded her in pique.
Violet sighed. “I’m sure he meant to explain, but he did mention that Evan had warned him not to write me about whatever is going on, so Daniel probably rushed the letter off so Evan wouldn’t find out about it. He might have thought he did explain better than simply saying, It’s urgent, Vi. Only you can fix this.”
“But you will return soon, won’t you? You’re good at fixing things, so it shouldn’t take you long a’tall to fix whatever is wrong and be on the next ship back to us. Then you won’t miss all of the Season. And bring your brothers back with you, your father, too. It’s been five years, and we’re their family, too!”
“I’ll ask them, but there’s no guarantee I’ll be back before the end of this Season, not when it takes three to four weeks just to cross the ocean. Tonight I should be finishing my packing, not socializing. Shall we see if your mother is ready to go downstairs? I hope she didn’t invite many people to this bon voyage party.”
“I wouldn’t count on that, Cousin. The Season does start next week. Besides, a lot of the ton lives in London as we do and others come early to make sure the hostesses know they are in town. At least you will meet a few of them tonight.”
Violet laughed. “I’m going to meet them just to say good-bye?”
“No, no, you can assure them you’ll be back soon. Or not tell them a’tall. Mama didn’t exactly mention this is a good-bye party in the invitations, she just so wanted you to enjoy at least one party before you sail off tomorrow. And you’re so pretty, Vi. You were destined to break some hearts this summer. And no, I’m not the least bit jealous. You can only have one, after all. There will be plenty of young gentlemen to go around. And maybe you’ll meet the one you want tonight. Wouldn’t that be splendid! You’ll be yearning to return quickly,” Sophie ended with a laugh.
“But the packing—”
“Is mostly done and the servants will finish that while we’re downstairs. There’s no help for it, Cousin. You’re destined to simply enjoy yourself tonight.”
Enjoy herself? Violet thought. Maybe if she hadn’t been worried about her brothers and her father since Daniel’s letter had arrived four days ago. And maybe if she didn’t feel like crying herself because she had to say good-bye to her family here whom she’d come to love so much. But she’d been keeping these feelings to herself, mostly. If she’d learned anything during her stay with the Faulkners, it was how to put on a good face for all occasions.
Aunt Elizabeth did that now. She’d dried her tears before Sophie knocked on her door and offered a brilliant smile as she looked over her two favorite girls. Sophie was blond and blue-eyed and wearing an evening gown of palest aqua. Violet was also blond but favored lilac, the color of many of her new gowns, since it went so well with her dark-violet eyes. Tonight’s gown was trimmed in wh
ite satin and she was wearing her mother’s cameo on a ribbon about her neck. She hadn’t had much occasion to wear any baubles until now.
Her father had sent her all of her mother’s jewelry for her sixteenth birthday. She had hoped he would surprise her with a third visit to London that year, but he didn’t. Her father actually expected her to return home about this time, now that her schooling was done and she no longer needed Elizabeth’s mothering. He’d said as much the day she’d left home. But he hadn’t mentioned it again in those few letters that he actually wrote himself, merely saying that he loved and missed her. She really was going to give all three of them a good scolding when she got home for not writing more often, particularly Daniel for not explaining what required her to rush back to Philadelphia. She’d hoped he had immediately sent off another letter with a full accounting, but no further missives had arrived in the last four days. And while she had come up with all sorts of reasons, she could never, ever have guessed what awaited her at the home where she was born.
Chapter Two
HIS NAME WAS ELLIOTT Palmer—actually, Lord Elliott Palmer. And Violet decided that very night in the Faulkners’ elegant parlor that she was going to marry him one day. Instantly smitten, she gushed, she giggled, she blushed repeatedly, which was so not like her, but she couldn’t seem to control her emotions in his presence. And he proceeded to monopolize her at the party, more than was proper, so she was quite sure he was smitten with her as well.
Blond with green eyes, and three or four inches taller than she, Lord Elliott was charming, debonair, and humorous. He regaled her with tales about his previous three Seasons, which accounted for all her silly giggling, even though she wouldn’t normally have found some of the tales amusing as they focused on other people’s stumbles, mishaps, and mismatches. But he seemed to find these faux pas so funny that she laughed with him. She simply couldn’t help herself!
“I’ll be turning twenty-one this summer,” Elliott confided at one point, then leaned closer to whisper, “I suppose it’s time I start looking for a wife.”