Innocent Betrayal

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English noblewoman Emily St. Simon wants nothing more than to escape the constraints of a society that demands she turn in her breeches and secure a husband. She cares nothing about men or love until she encounters daring sea captain Noah Sandleton, a man who steals her heart and her innocence with searing kisses and bold touches.Noah Sandleton sails the sea avoiding anything that resembles commitment--until he meets the golden-haired temptress with a will to match his own. One night of passion binds them together, but a debt of honor forces Noah to abandon his bride. When he discovers Emily is caught in a dangerous game of intrigue, Noah devises a secret plan to return to her side, where he will risk his life to protect her and earn the chance to rekindle the greatest love either has ever known.From the Inside Flap"I was thinking of a bath myself," Noah said, turning toward her, his expression unreadable. "Would you mind?"The thought of him naked made her hot and cold all at once. When she could find her voice, she stammered, "Why no," with as much matter-of-factness as she could muster. If he could appear so nonchalant about his nakedness, then why couldn't she? The truth smacked against her bravado; she'd never, in her entire life, seen a man naked. The very idea was petrifying - and intriguing. "I wish I'd known," she mumbled, grabbing for something to say, "I wouldn't have put the lilac water in the tub."He smiled tightly. "Consider it just one more step in our ruse."She looked at him blankly. "I don't understand.""Don't you? When my men smell your scent on me they'll have no doubt that we're lovers. That's our plan, isn't it?" he asked, his voice soft as silk. "Pretend to be lovers?" Without waiting for her response, he turned and began unbuttoning his shirt.Emily hesitated a moment, unable to look away as he pulled off his shirt to reveal a darkly tanned, well muscled back. When he bent to remove his boots, his tightly clad breeches stretched to expose the finely carved muscles of his thighs and buttocks, leaving Emily a vision of what his unclothed body would look like. She swallowed. He bent his head as he worked the buttons on his breeches. The breath stuck in her lungs as his strong hands worked the fabric over his slim hips. He stopped and jerked his head around, his dark eyes boring into her."Unless you'd like to help, you'd better turn around now," he said gruffly.Emily gasped and buried her head in the pillow, but no matter how deep she burrowed, she couldn't block out the rich sound of Noah's laughter or the sight of his perfect body.     About the AuthorMary Campisi should have known she'd become a writer when at age thirteen she began changing the endings to all the books she read. It took several years and a number of jobs, including registered nurse, receptionist in a swanky hair salon, accounts payable clerk, and practice manager in an OB/GYN office, for her to rediscover writing. Enter a mouse-less computer, a floppy disk, and a dream large enough to fill a zip drive. The rest of the story lives on in every book she writes.When she's not working on her craft or following the lives of five young adult children, Mary's digging in the dirt with her flowers and herbs, cooking, reading, walking her rescue lab mix, Cooper, or on the prefect day, riding off into the sunset with her very own "hero" husband, on his Ultra Limited aka Harley.Mary has been published with Kensington, Carina Press, The Wild Rose Press, and Jocelyn Hollow Romance.