Lady Gallant (paperback)

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-940-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-679-1
Page Count: 342
Word Count: 95034
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

(MSRP: 14.9900)

Disowned by her father and still mourning the death of her fiancé, Josephine Posey joins Florence Nightingale’s brigade of nurses bound for the Black Sea. Thousands of British soldiers desperately await these angels of mercy and a new life awaits Josie. Amidst the chaos of death and despair, she finds a spark of hope, lighting the flame once more inside her soul.

In search of the truth, Garrick Allen, one of Britain’s first war correspondents also journeys to the Crimean Peninsula. To him the soldiers seem all but abandoned by Queen and country, and as he smokes his cheroots and makes friends with a bottle, he writes his bold but honest dispatches for The Times. Not wanting anything more than to finish his job and go home, Garrick is blindsided by a nurse with attitude who offers him a new slant on life and a reason to love.

(Pages 342) Spicy


She wore no corset, only a camisole, and the curve of her firm breasts threatened to spill up and over the sleek fabric. Dazzled by the riotous accumulation of lace, roses, and ribbons, his gaze drifted lazily over her form, the combination of his prim image of Josie and the erotic under-things she wore exploded into a conflict of unexpected sensations—delightfully unsettling.

“You’re quite bold in your choice of fashion,” he pointed out with a smile, as he envied the silk that caressed her in places he longed to touch.

Doubt shadowed her expression. “Does it leave something to be desired?”

“Oh yes, I dare say it does.”

“What?” she demanded petulantly.

“Only you,” he reassured.

A naughty smile was her only reply.

The expression didn’t appear to be practiced or contrived. He ached a little more with wanting her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She glanced down almost as if embarrassed or unbelieving. He tipped up her chin, forcing her gaze to meet and mingle with his. “Take off the rest of your dress,” he whispered.

Like a cat uncurling from a sweet dream, she rose to stand before him. Then she slipped her thumbs under the fabric that hung gathered about her hips and with a slight bit of encouragement, the quilted taffeta slid downward over the wonderful curve of her bottom. The fabric billowed to the floor and pooled around her ankles.

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