An Inconvenient Heir
Martha Kirkland

Excerpt

Heaven help her!

It was futile to indulge in spinsterish fantasies about a man who might well be a murderer and thief. Delia had come to the bedchamber for only one purpose: to bring the man his clothes and valise. Before she knew what she was about, however, he had caught her around the waist, holding her captive. Then he had kissed her.

When his lips touched hers, all her thoughts ceased, leaving only her senses to do battle. Not that they fought very hard. Not when the warmth of his body against hers sent tingling sensations skittering down her spine, while the masculine, sleepy smell of him filled her in a dizzying way no champagne could match. Then there was the taste of him….

Beware, her saner self cautioned, for before you lies certain danger….