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‘Brock …’ Samantha said, and felt as if a large hand had squeezed her heart, so that she could not breathe and the pain was almost more than she could bear.
He was saying things that made her long to be in his arms, to taste that sweetness her senses told her she would find there, and yet he had said nothing that made her think he spoke of more than true friendship—the love of comrades in arms.
‘Percy told me once that I could trust you implicitly and I always have.’
‘Samantha, you can have no idea of how I feel …’
Brock gave a little moan of despair and clasped her to him as though he would never let her go. His lips pressed against hers in a kiss of passion and need, and then he suddenly thrust her from him.
‘I want so much to tell you what is in my mind. You are all that any man could desire. But I have no right to speak until … No, this is not fair to you,’ he muttered. ‘You lost the man you loved and now I would ask so much of you—and yet I have no right until this business is settled …’ He smiled oddly. ‘Forgive me, Samantha.’
‘Anne Herries has crafted a densely plotted, immensely enthralling and mesmerising historical romantic adventure.’
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Reunited with the Major is the final book in Anne Herries’s trilogy Regency Brides of Convenience
Reunited with the Major
Anne Herries
ANNE HERRIES lives in Cambridgeshire, where she is fond of watching wildlife and spoils the birds and squirrels that are frequent visitors to her garden. Anne loves to write about the beauty of nature, and sometimes puts a little into her books, although they are mostly about love and romance. She writes for her own enjoyment, and to give pleasure to her readers. Anne is a winner of the Romantic Novelists’ Association Romance Prize. She invites readers to contact her on her website: www.lindasole.co.uk
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Samantha had felt the tears sting her eyes as she’d seen the grave faces of the young officers who had carried her wounded husband home to her. Every one of them had seemed devastated, torn with genuine grief by the sight of their colonel lying so badly wounded on the makeshift stretcher.
‘We’re so sorry, Mrs Scatterby,’ each of the young men had said in turn before they’d left. ‘It was just bad luck. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time...caught by the blast.’
She’d raised her head to look at them proudly through her unshed tears. She was a beautiful young woman, her hair like pale silk, and her eyes a shade
