Monsieur Andrews welcome to my homeAt the smoky velvet sound Cameron swung around Every function in his body—heart breath blood ceased to function She was lovely More than lovely Tendrils of raven hair framed a face so exquisite it disarmed him Her mouth a soft dewy pink parted And those eyes as dark as Creole coffee intelligent and assessing roamed over him and then back to take hold of his He needed to step closer to stroke her skin To possess her But would his wealth and worldly experience be a match for the free spirited Cajun born widow? Across the oceans between worlds old and new—two lost souls find themselves at a crossroads

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