All Emma Wentworth wanted was to find a love match.
But life had a different plan for her. As of twenty she already had elopement etched on her list of sins and the betrayal from the man she thought she had loved.
Humiliated and heartbroken, she vowed never to rely on her emotions again, that is until the U.S. Marshal, Mr. Johnathan Hawk, arrives in London and the familiar stirring in her heart awakens the feelings she worked hard to bury.
He is a breath of fresh air and wild, but she reminds herself that emotion and men only brought her nothing but heartache and gossip in her life. Yet there is something deeper than a fleeting desire for the handsome stranger, something very familiar in his eyes, and she fears she may fall madly in love with the wrong man—again.
Johnathan Hawk’s life is anything but simple.
Everywhere he went, trouble often followed, that’s why when beautiful Lady Wentworth sets his heart pumping, he vows to stay far away from her as possible. Besides, she is everything he is not and from an entirely different world.
And he has a job to do, apprehend the man who murdered his brother and return to Boston. Until the killer sets his eyes on Lady Wentworth, and Johnathan is left with one choice.
It’s simple, he tells himself, keep her safe until the threat is resolved. But, even as he devises a plan, he knows in his heart this will be anything but simple.
Targeted Age Group:: 18-65+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted to write about strong women in a period (Regency England -1815) where women were not encouraged to foster their individuality and dreams, but somehow challenge the norms of the period and dare to follow their dreams. I also wanted the characters to contribute to their society in a positive way.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I focused on strong women from all different backgrounds and education levels who faced their setbacks despite their fears and somehow find love in the process of their discovery.
“I need a fucking doctor,” Johnathan Hawk, the U.S. marshal, called out to the cluster of people gathered around him on the clipper ship headed back to America.
Daniel—the one key witness who could help him apprehend Harris, the man who murdered his brother, Ethan—was lying on his back on the deck.
He can’t die. It can’t end like this.
Daniel had unwittingly witnessed the murder and offered to come forth with his testimony that his father’s men had indeed murdered Ethan.
Johnathan frantically looked for signs of blood on Daniel’s chest. When he saw none, he sighed in relief. However, his breeches were soaked in blood, with more gathering on his left leg. Johnathan held Daniel’s left leg still with one hand, pulled out a bone knife, and tore the soaked breeches apart, yanking them free. It took several attempts, but when the leg was free, Johnathan was able to get a better look at the damage. His bone was intact for the most part, but there was damage to his skin and tissues and a lot of blood. What he needed was a damn doctor.
“Am I going to die?” Daniel stammered tears in his eyes.
“No,” Johnathan said. “You will be fine, but you’ve lost a lot of blood.”
What he needed to do was stop the bleeding. He quickly untied his cravat and wrapped Daniel’s bleeding leg with the white cloth. Johnathan knew Harris meant to shoot at him, but Daniel got in the way. Harris’s own son, who was trying to do the right thing. How the hell could he run after shooting his own son?
“I’m a doctor,” came a voice from the crowd. The older man wedged himself through the crowd of people and knelt next to Daniel. “I need my bag,” he said to the younger fellow right behind him. Quickly, the young man went to retrieve it.
“Give the doctor some space,” Johnathan said, standing. He let the doctor care for Daniel. He looked at the young man and, trying his best to give him a reassuring smile, said, “You will be fine.”
He walked over to the plank and saw the group of passengers standing by the carriage. “We have a bloody problem.”
Several hours later, Lord Blackthorn escorted Lady Wentworth, his wife, and Kate back to London. Johnathan had discovered that Blackthorn and Roberts had both spied for the Home Office and served in the military and could be very helpful in finding the killer.
In the colorful tavern where sailors took refuge, Johnathan and Roberts sat down in the back for some privacy. The killer was still on the loose, and Johnathan needed help to find him before he hurt someone else.
“Do you know where Harris could be?” Roberts asked.
“No, but maybe Kate has an idea,” Johnathan revealed. If given the chance, he would gladly shoot the son of a bitch. Harris had gone after his brother to save his own ass and his damn reputation.
“He can’t go far on foot at his age,” Johnathan observed. “I need men on the port, maybe even at Dover, in case he tries to get to the Continent to hide out.”
“Good idea,” Roberts said. “I know a few men who can use an extra assignment. They are reliable, good men. I’ll assign one in Dover and one here.”
“I will need a sketch of that bastard too.”
Roberts nodded. “I can get you one.”
Johnathan took a big gulp of his beer. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to catch that killer.
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