An Unexpected Gift

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-689-5
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-688-8
Page Count: 274
Word Count: 69793
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

Known only as Lazarus to the band of cutthroats and thieves he leads, William Prescott will do anything to find his missing sister, even blackmail a fragile young woman into helping him. But he never plans to fall in love with this mysterious woman with a troubled past.

Haunted by the memories of war, Olivia St. Germaine wants nothing more than to live a normal life. But when her brother, a doctor, suddenly leaves town without a word, she is forced to use her medical knowledge to help an injured man who puts her life in danger. Can she keep herself safe as she tends Lazarus, or is her heart more vulnerable than she realizes?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 274
Word Count: 69793
978-1-61217-688-8 Paperback
978-1-61217-689-5 Digital


Olivia backed up until she hit the edge of the desk. Afraid to take her gaze from him, she reached for some type of weapon. From what the Bow Street Runner had told her, Lazarus could be dangerous. She just never expected him to hurt her.

Her fingers closed over a paperweight shaped like an apple. It was small but heavy, being fashioned from sterling silver. Could she use it to cosh him over the head if necessary?

As though he had read her thoughts, he grabbed her hand and forced the trinket from her grasp with ease. He turned it over in his hand, tossed it up in the air, and caught it. "You weren't thinking to hit me in the brain box with this, were you, Olivia?"

"Don't be ridiculous." She hoped the tremor in her voice didn't give away her fear. Leaning back to put as much space between them as possible, she cleared her throat, gathered her courage, and continued on as any good soldier would. "I do believe I haven't given you leave to use my Christian name."

"Surely after seeing me without a shirt, not to mention having your hands all over my body, we are beyond formality at this point." He tossed the paperweight onto the desk, his eyes alight with laughter.

"My hands..." she sputtered. He made it sound as though they had been intimate when nothing could be further from the truth. She'd cared for his injury, nothing more. "You are no gentleman to say such things."

His smile disappeared, and his gaze turned serious. "I've never claimed to be one. It is best you remember that."

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