Return to Rivercross

Return to Rivercross ~ PURCHASE ~

When Miss Amelia Templeton returns to the home of a man she once loved to purchase a family heirloom, she never expects to find him still in love with her. She has never gotten over her feelings for him or the agony of his betrayal. Now reduced to working as a governess, she has saved for three years to buy back her mother’s necklace, hoping it will still have the key to a hidden treasure at her old home.

James Blakely, the Marquees of Haversham, has tried for three years to convince Amelia that he still wants her. She would not listen to reason. Today is his last chance to prove to her that taking possession of her childhood home was done for her benefit. But with the necklace missing, it will take a RETURN TO RIVERCROSS for Amelia to finally realize that she should have trusted her heart from the beginning.

Excerpt:

He sighed, his eyes softening. “Why did you not write a return to my letters?”

Amelia bit her lip, forcing away the hot sting of tears. His letters. They pleaded his love for her, begged her to listen to his reasons. Excuses, more likely. After the first few, she would not look at them at all. His words could not mend his deeds.

Then after she left Rivercross to do the only thing she was able, the letters could not find her.

She turned from him and stared at the shimmering pool of water. The blue sky and nearby trees reflected in its beauty. Once Rivercross had gardens. Not as grand as this, but she loved to walk the paths, watch the bees do their work, cut clippings to brighten the house.

Her reminiscing shattered when came up behind her, his manly scent enveloping her in devastating memories and painful longing. “I spoke the truth in my letters. I still want you.”

She squeezed her eyes closed. This is not what she expected when she came here. The necklace. That’s all she wanted from him. Not for the hurt to resurface and choke her all over again.

“And the scandal?” she whispered. “Has the Ton forgotten it?”

He had the nerve to chuckle. “It blew over quickly, especially once I explained why I had done what I did.”

“No.” She moved away from him, following the path to the shade of a large oak tree. “I can’t bear it again. George-”

He caught up to her. “Your brother was spared more than he should have been.”

Amelia’s eyes flew wide, anger overpowering the wound of betrayal. “George tried to better our situation, recover from debts. You took it all from him.”