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I’ll return for you. I vow it.
When
Cami DuBois winds up on a Manassas battlefield, she stumbles across
Confederate re-enactors too deep in character. One of the men looks at
Cami and she feels an instant connection, a familiarity she can't ignore
and a lust she doesn't want to. Until he vanishes before her.
Left
in limbo, Christophe Sinclair is bound by his vow. Promising to return
to his love after the end of the Civil War, he’s overjoyed to have his
Camille back—and to truly have her in his arms again is his singular
focus.
Christophe’s tie to Cami is strong, one that might defy the rules of space and time.
If the Voodoo Gods allow it.
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“Is it polite to point a weapon at a lady?” Jasmine smiled widely as she spoke.
Slightly
lowering his weapon, the man eyed her closely. “What’re you doing out
here? There are a few thousand men converging for battle. You need to
seek refuge.”
“Jasmine, they’re just re-enactors. Leave them be,” Cami said, feeling uneasy.
The
leader’s eyes swung to Cami after the last syllables dropped from her
lips. His dark stare roamed over her, and a look of utter shock took
over as his jaw slackened and his eyes widened. His uniform made her
nose wrinkle as she glanced over him once more. He was quite handsome,
even with the silly goatee and handlebar moustache he wore, although his
overgrown beard was filling in around that from lack of upkeep. Make
that stunningly handsome, even with all that facial hair and the rebel
costume. He was all male, and her body reacted to his steely glare, even
with her misgivings. There was a light in his eyes that pierced through
her very soul and made her crave to grow closer, touch him, and crawl
into his embrace.
His eyes raked over her from head to toe and
back again, and she felt heat flooding her in response. Her nipples
pebbled against the thin cotton dress she wore. Her body swelled, even
with the cool air around her, and she felt a throbbing in her pussy.
Cami wanted to jump up and run into his arms.
Am I insane?
“Camille? What’re you doing here?”
A
chill moved down her spine. No one had called her Camille in years, not
even her own parents. It was usually reserved for when she was in
serious trouble as a child. Hearing it now made her uncomfortable,
especially considering her emotional reaction to him. “Do I know you?”
“Camille,
it’s me, Christophe. Has the war changed me so much?” He stepped closer
to her, the air getting colder as he approached.
The war? Was he
so deep into character that he couldn’t get out of it? Or was he simply
crazy? “Christophe, I’ve never met you before. I don’t know who you
are.”
“Ma Belle, it’s me. Your love. How’d you get here?”
Christophe moved another few steps closer, a smile stretching his
handsome face. Her heart began to beat harder again as his gaze locked
with her own and she felt drawn into his enchantment. “I don’t know how
you got here, but I’ve missed you so.”
He walked to her and
pulled her close with one arm, lowering his gun away with the other. His
embrace was ice cold, yet it warmed her through and through. Cami
sighed as she melted into him, her brain fuzzy. She tried to rationalize
what was happening, but her thoughts were drowned out by the emotional
response of being in his embrace again.
Again? She’d never met this man, let alone been in his arms.
