When Dreams Come True by Cathy Maxwell

Author:Cathy Maxwell [Maxwell, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780380797097
Google: CFEUNxt_afAC
Amazon: 0380797097
Barnesnoble: 0380797097
Goodreads: 1303433
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1998-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Trust. Eden sat back on her heels. She combed her hair back from her face with her hands. “What if I can’t give you that?”

“You will,” he said fiercely. “Because I always get what I want.”

Her heart seemed to stop. “What if what you want… is not what you expect?”

“You’re an innocent, Eden. I could never believe you guilty of wrongdoing.”

“An innocent?” she repeated with disbelief. “What makes you believe that, my lord?”

His teeth flashed white in the darkness. “My sweet Eden, I could tell by your kiss.

I’m the first man you’ve kissed, although you learn quickly.”

His absolute conviction frightened her.

“My lord, I’m far from the innocent that you think—”

“No, stop. Aren’t we all guilty of something?” he practically growled.

His anger surprised her. She pulled back just as he crossed the room to her. His hands grasped her arms and lifted her to meet his kiss. This kiss was different from the earlier. It was savage, possessive, and branded her completely as his.

He let go and Eden slid to the bed, unable to move.

Her body cried for more.

He stood over the bed. “You’re mine,” he said. “But I want more than just this, Eden. When I take you, it will be when I can claim all of you. Your heart, your mind… your soul.” Without another word, he turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

It was hours before Eden could fall asleep and when she did, she knew she would not be leaving on the morrow.

“Wake up, Miss Eden! We must get you ready for church. You’ve already missed your chance at an early morning riding lesson with Lord Penhollow. He said to let you sleep and you can have your lesson tomorrow.”

Good, Eden thought, and covered her head with her pillow.

Betsy wasn’t going to let her sleep. “Come, Miss Eden. It’s time for church. It would please Lady Penhollow no end if you miss church. You’ll be the talk of Hobbles Moor.”

Eden struggled to open her eyes. She sat up on the bed and pushed her hair out of her face. “Church?” she asked sluggishly. “I don’t go to church.”

Betsy whirled around. “Don’t go to church? You must go to church. Everyone in Hobbles Moor goes to church. Why, I’ve never heard of such a thing. It must be that memory sickness. You’ve forgotten that you’ve gone to church.”

Eden rubbed her eyes, and stifled a yawn. “You’re right, I’ve forgotten,” she muttered and would have fallen back on her pillow again except for Betsy’s next words.

“Lord Penhollow is expecting you to be ready within the half hour.”

Now Eden was awake. She climbed out of bed. “He’s taking me to church?”

“Of course he is. He’s taking you and his mother.”

Eden began splashing cool water on her face. The last time she’d been in a church was thirteen years ago when she’d slipped inside one to warm up during a freezing winter. The vicar had run her out and she’d not stepped foot in one since.

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