by Dawn Brower
He flinched at her words. What made her think he didn’t care about her? Sure, he didn’t like some of the things she’d done over the years, but he had never not cared about her. She was like a sister… No, that wasn’t true either. He could never feel for his sister what he did about Angeline. She angered him to the point of breaking and drove him insane on a good day, but he never had sisterly feelings for her. They were far more intense than that. “I’ll leave you two alone for now,” he said as calmly as he could manage. “but this conversation isn’t over.”
Lucian had to put some distance between him and Angeline. He didn’t like the direction his thoughts were going concerning her. Something had changed, and it had taken one moment for it to alter irrevocably. He couldn’t look at her and not see a desirable woman. Lucian should not be feeling something so profound for her. She was Alex and Drew’s little sister. If they ever realized that Lucian desired her… They’d murder me.
Somehow, he had to rein in his unwanted desire. If he didn’t, he feared the path it would lead him down. He would also have to find a way to make it clear to Angeline that he didn’t hate her. How he would manage that and not pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless, he didn’t know. There had to be some middle ground where he could express that he cared about her without making her believe they had a future as anything other than close family friends.
She lifted her chin and met his gaze. “As far as I’m concerned there’s nothing you can say that I need to hear.”
With that, she stomped away in a fit of fury that did nothing for his growing desire. He’d never wanted a woman more, and it had to be the one he could never have. Bloody hell… What was he going to do now?
About Dawn Brower
Dawn Brower holds a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, a Master of Arts in Education, and a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors.
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Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. While she loves all genres she focuses most of her writing on historical and contemporary romance.
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There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.
For more information visit her website at: http://www.authordawnbrower.com/
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Begin Again
There You’ll Be
Better as a Memory
Won’t Let Go
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Enduring Legacy
The Legacy’s Origin
Charming Her Rogue
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Scandal Meets Love
Love Only Me (Amanda Mariel)
Find Me Love (Dawn Brower)
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Bluestockings Defying Rogues
Earl of Harrington
A Lady Hoyden’s Secret
One Wicked Kiss
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Marsden Descendants
Rebellious Angel
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Marsden Romances
A Flawed Jewel
A Crystal Angel
A Treasured Lily
A Sanguine Gem
A Hidden Ruby
A Discarded Pearl
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Novak Springs
Cowgirl Fever
Dirty Proof
Unbridled Pursuit
Sensual Games
Christmas Temptation
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Linked Across Time
Saved by My Blackguard
Searching for My Rogue
Seduction of My Rake
Surrendering to My Spy
Spellbound by My Charmer
Stolen by My Knave
Separated from My Love
Scheming with My Duke
Secluded with My Hellion
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Heart’s Intent
One Heart to Give
Unveiled Hearts
Heart of the Moment
Kiss My Heart Goodbye
Heart in Waiting
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Broken Curses
The Enchanted Princess
The Bespelled Knight
The Magical Hunt
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Ever Beloved
Forever My Earl
Always My Viscount
Infinitely My Marquess
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Kismet Bay
Once Upon a Christmas
Coming soon…
New Year Revelation
All Things Valentine
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Infinitely My Marquess
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