When Nicholas Hendry returned safe from the Crusades, he vowed he would no longer woo every comely wench in the shire. But he hadn't counted on the fiery charms of the inkeeper's daughter, Beatrice Thibault. A young miss with no room in her life–or her heart–for him!If Beatrice Thibault had her way, Nicholas Hendry would never learn of the son he had sired. Indeed, the man was more knave than knight in her eyes–no matter how winning his ways or warm his smile, she would never succumb to his charms.
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Ana Seymour. The Rogue
“You are not the man I expected you to be,”
The Rogue. Ana Seymour
Available from Harlequin Historicals and ANA SEYMOUR
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
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Beatrice said after a long moment.
Nicholas gave a little shudder to shake off the haunting memories, then looked down at her and smiled. “Owen now calls me Papa. Mayhap his aunt should take his example and learn to call me Nicholas. Will you say it for me?”
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“I cannot stomach the thought of food while that blackguard’s face still dances before my eyes,” she said.
“Then banish him from your mind, Beatrice. You need not have any contact with Master Hendry.”
