Echoes of Love

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-151-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-034-3
Page Count: 322
Word Count: 85173
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

Royal governess Chesna Dubrow must protect the five-year-old king of Amatia from Napoleon Bonaparte's invading army. To do so, she'll be forced to wed one of the emperor's loyal soldiers. But Pietor Gabris isn't any soldier. Years ago, he broke Chesna's heart, forgetting the vows they'd made to love each other forever.

Pietor's return to Amatia is embroiled in subterfuge. Amidst the deceit surrounding him, he clings to the one truth he cannot ignore--his timeless love for Chesna. Yet confessing what's in his heart would sentence them both to death. To keep Chesna safe, he must portray the role of traitor, ensuring her animosity continues to blow hot and harsh.

As danger and intrigue swirl around the palace, can Chesna place her faith--and heart--with the one man she swore she'd never forgive?

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 322
Word Count: 85173
978-1-61217-151-7 Digital
978-1-61217-034-3 Paperback


Chesna turned her back on him and strode toward Zarek, one hand outstretched. “Come, my darling. Let’s clean up this mess and then we’ll begin your lessons for today.”

Pietor stepped between them, a solid wall of animosity. “No, Chess. You’ll no longer spend as much time with Zarek as you used to.”

She already knew the answer, but she took a deep calming breath and asked the question anyway. “Why not?”

“You may unfairly influence the boy against the emperor,” he explained. “I will now be responsible for Zarek’s care and education.”

Her rage became some physical monster, eating her alive from the inside out. She wanted to scream the roof down around him. Wanted to pick up the nearest heavy object and beat him with it. She wanted to kill him for destroying her life.

Calling on her last ounce of dignity, she fought those inclinations. With a nod of graceful defeat, she strode past him to leave the chaotic room. “Very well. I trust you’ll clean this mess. After all, your friends caused the destruction.”

Just as she reached the doorway, she turned back to him and, in a voice whisper-soft, told him, “I hate you, Pietor Gabris. God cursed me the day He sent you back to Amatia. May He forgive you for what you have done here because I never will.”

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