Perfect Sin [NOOK Book]

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PERFECT SIN is a captivating classic Kat Martin romance--now available as an e-book for the very first time!

He was the ultimate rake. But Randall Clayton, 7th Duke of Beldon, harbors a hidden motive for seducing the fiery-haired, passionate Caitlin Harmon. Rand is on a mission to find a murderer...and it's leading straight to Caitlin's father.

She was the ultimate temptation. Cait Harmon, the feisty, intellectual daughter of an American ...

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Overview

PERFECT SIN is a captivating classic Kat Martin romance--now available as an e-book for the very first time!

He was the ultimate rake. But Randall Clayton, 7th Duke of Beldon, harbors a hidden motive for seducing the fiery-haired, passionate Caitlin Harmon. Rand is on a mission to find a murderer...and it's leading straight to Caitlin's father.

She was the ultimate temptation. Cait Harmon, the feisty, intellectual daughter of an American adventurer, is certain she will never fall in love. But one dance with the powerful, compelling Duke of Beldon and Cait's heart is lost forever.

Theirs was the ultimate love.They were the talk of London, until passion and betrayal tore them apart. Now, Rand must embark on the quest of a lifetime: proving to Caitlin that love is the most powerful treasure of all.

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Editorial Reviews

Romantic Times
Kat Martin delivers what her readers desire: an exciting, sensual, engrossing romance whose characters use the power of their love to give them strength.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Martin's (Silk and Steel) run-of-the-mill historical set in 1805 England and the Cape Verde Islands is strictly for readers who prefer their plot subordinate to steamy scenes. In lieu of creating a believable relationship between Randall Clayton, duke of Beldon, and Cait Harmon, an American, the author substitutes pages of hot, exceedingly repetitious sex scenes and a weak plot concerning an expedition to a deserted island to find the fabled necklace Antony gave Cleopatra. Needing to fund the expedition, Cait's father relies on a dubious baron/con artist whose previous business venture led to the death of Beldon's cousin. Is Cait's father part of the con? There's a lot of dangerous trekking through jungle to shake up the limping plot, but the padded writing is just a means to jungle seductions and dangers. How many times can the hero save the heroine from rock slides and wild animals? And can this relationship between two immature individuals, based on hot sex and inane secrets, be saved? (Oct.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
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"A sweeping tale…lush and intriguing…sure to satisfy!"—Heart Rate Reviews

"Kat Martin delivers what her readers desire: Exciting, sensual, engrossing romance."—RT Book Reviews

Heart Rate Reviews

A sweeping tale…lush and intriguing…sure to satisfy!
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"Kat Martin delivers what her readers desire: Exciting, sensual, engrossing romance."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466858084
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 10/7/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 18,775
  • File size: 742 KB

Meet the Author

Currently living in Missoula, Montana, Kat Martin is the bestselling author of over fifty historical and romantic suspense novels. More than fifteen million of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries, including Japan, France, Greece, Argentina, China, and Spain. Before she started writing, Kat was a real estate broker. During that time, she met her husband, L. J. Martin, also an author. Kat is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara, where she majored in anthropology and also studied history. "I love anything old," Kat says. "I love to travel and especially like to visit the places where my books are set. My husband and I often stay in out-of-the-way inns and houses built in times past. It's fun and it gives a wonderful sense of a by-gone era."


Kat Martin's bestselling novels include Nothing But Velvet, Innocence Undone, and the Raines of Wind Canyon Series--Against the Wind, Against the Fire, and Against the Law. Her book Silk and Steel was nominated for a RITA Award. She is a graduate of the University of California, where she majored in Anthropology and History, a background that helped to develop her interest in the past. "I love anything old," she says. "I especially love to visit the settings for my books. My husband and I often stay in out-of-the-way inns and houses built in times past. It's fun and it gives a wonderful sense of a bygone era." Before becoming a writer, Martin was a real estate broker. She lives with her husband, author Larry Jay Martin, in Missoula, Montana.
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Chapter One


LONDON, ENGLAND
MARCH, 1805


It was the sound of her laughter, rich and melodic, sensuously feminine, that changed his life forever.

    Standing beneath a crystal-chandelier in the Marquess of Wester's elegant ballroom, Randall Elliott Clayton, seventh Duke of Beldon, turned in search of the sound, not the laughter of a missish young girl, but the inviting, unaffected mirth of a woman.

    Rand's gaze traveled over the crush of expensively garbed men and women, his mind conjuring images of a dark sensuous beauty with heavy-lidded, black-fringed eyes, though logic told him such an open, uninhibited laugh could come only from an aging matron no longer governed by the dictates of society.

    Taller than most of the men in the room, he spotted her quickly. She was younger than he had imagined, perhaps no more than twenty, not dark and exotic but exactly the opposite, with fiery, gold-tipped red hair and clear green eyes. Her skin was neither dark nor pale, but glowed as if she had spent time in the sun.

    "I see you have discovered the guest of honor."

    Rand turned to find his best friend, Nicholas Warring, Earl of Ravenworth, standing beside him. Black-haired and dark-skinned, nearly as tall as Rand, Nick was handsome and intelligent, but his past was nebulous, and there was an underlying toughness about him that kept people away.

    "Who is she?" Rand asked, careful to keep his tone nonchalant, though it wasn't the least how he was feeling.

   "Her name is Caitlin Harmon. Her father is Donovan Harmon, an American professor of antiquities."

    Rand took a drink of his champagne, studying the petite woman over the rim. "American ... yes ..." In the course of his thirty-one years, he had bedded quite a number of them. American women didn't seem to abide by the same moral dictates as English women, not even those who were as yet unmarried. They often traveled about unchaperoned and apparently lived their lives as they saw fit, an attitude he found quite useful.

    "I gather they've been living on some island off the coast of Africa for the past several years," Nick said. "You may have read about him in the newspapers."

    Indeed he had. Professor Harmon and his ongoing quest for the infamous Cleopatra's Necklace. Now that he thought of it, he remembered the article also mentioned Harmon's daughter and that she worked closely with him.

    Rand's probing glance found her again, small and shapely, with high, full breasts that rose above the neckline of her gown. Lovely in the extreme, he thought, feeling an unexpected heaviness in his groin. He had always liked women. Enjoyed their company, and of course their companionship in bed. He liked the looks of this one. Too easily, he could imagine stripping away the layers of her emerald silk gown and pulling the pins from all that softly curling red hair.

    Inwardly, he smiled. And she was American, he reminded himself, thinking of the possibilities that might present. Perhaps he had been right about the womanly laughter. Rand hoped so. He couldn't remember when the sound of a woman's voice had affected him so profoundly.


* * *


Caitlin Eleanor Harmon took a sip of punch from the silver cup she held in her hand, but she didn't really taste it. All evening she had been smiling and nodding, answering the same questions over and over, repeating information about her father's upcoming expedition in an effort to help him raise the money he needed—the reason they had journeyed to England.

    Cait sighed. She couldn't help thinking that in the course of the evening she had pretended interest in some of the dullest conversation she had listened to in years. Fortunately, for the moment at least, she'd been rescued by her hostess and newfound friend, Margaret Sutton, Lady Trent. Since then, Cait's thoughts had shifted from buried treasure to a far more interesting topic.

    She took another sip of her punch, focusing her attention on the tall, broad-shouldered figure she watched covertly above the cup's silver rim.

    "There's a man across the way," she said to Lady Trent, "the tall one beneath the chandelier. Who is he?"

    Blond and blue-eyed, Maggie Sutton was five years older, but she didn't seem so. The nearly nine years she had spent in a convent had left her with an innocence that made her appear far younger. Her husband was the Marquess of Trent and it was his interest in Cait's father's project that had brought Cait and Maggie together. Considering how badly Cait had yearned for female companionship those past two years, the marchioness was truly a godsend.

     Maggie's gaze followed Cait's, coming to rest on the two men conversing on the opposite side of the dance floor.

    "Believe it or not, that handsome black-haired devil is my brother, Nick. Nicky is the Earl of Ravenworth and, aside from my husband, my favorite person in the world. But you are referring to the other man, are you not? The one who has been looking at you as if he would eat you with a spoon if he could."

    Cait laughed. She wouldn't have phrased it quite that way, but it was difficult not to notice such a man's inter est. "The bigger man, yes. The one with the dark eyes and coffee-brown hair."

    "And a set of shoulders that barely fit through the ballroom door? Along with your intelligence, it is also clear you have excellent taste in men. That, my dear, is the Duke of Beldon. Rand Clayton is perhaps the most eligible bachelor in London. He is wealthy in the extreme, certainly one of the handsomest and most charming men in the city, and also quite possibly the most dangerous—at least when it comes to women."

    Cait could see exactly what Maggie meant. With his tall, muscular build, handsome profile, and faintly arrogant stance, the duke had a presence no woman—nor man for that matter—could miss. He exuded power and authority, and even from a distance, whenever he looked at her, she could feel those fierce brown eyes like a fire burning' into her flesh.

    It was unfortunate that he was a duke, she thought with a pang of regret. Aside from the small, select group of friends she and her father had made since their arrival, Cait had found most of the aristocracy to be arrogant, self-centered, and spoiled. Through the accident of their birth, they considered themselves above the common man. A duke, at the top of the aristocratic pyramid aside from actual royalty, would probably be worse than the rest.

    From beneath her lashes, Cait studied the man, saw that he was watching her in return, felt the fire of his powerful gaze as he began to stride in her direction, and a shiver of warning ran through her. He shouldered his way through the throng of people clustered around the dance floor and strode toward her, his body moving with purpose and grace. Even at a distance, she could feel the fire shooting like sparks between them, feel the heat and the sensuous pull. The thought occurred that if she had a lick of sense, she would turn tail and run.

    But then, Caitlin had never been afraid of fire, even as a child. And she loved nothing better than a challenge.

    Instead, when the duke appeared in front of her a few moments later, Cait looked into that arrogant, sinfully handsome face and smiled.

    "Your Grace ..." Maggie turned to make the introductions. "I should like to present my friend, Miss Caitlin Harmon."

    The duke's dark eyes held hers. She knew she was staring, had been since the moment she had seen him, but then so was he, those intense brown eyes locked with hers as if there wasn't another person in the room. She noticed they were flecked with gold, giving them an odd sort of warmth.

    He bowed formally over her hand. "A pleasure, Miss Harmon. I've looked forward to making your acquaintance."

    "The pleasure is mine ... Your Grace." The last two words didn't come out as smoothly as she had intended. With the rest of the nobility, she played by the rules of British society, but somehow with Beldon, it galled her to address him as if he were better than she.

    His dark eyes brightened with a trace of amusement. Clearly, he had guessed her thoughts. "You're American, I gather."

    "I was born in Boston. That is about as American as it gets." Her smile held a hint of challenge. "You might remember the Boston Tea Party."

    Maggie's blond eyebrows shot up. The duke merely smiled. "That was long before my time. Besides, the war is over. You might remember that, Miss Harmon."

    "Yes ... well that is certainly true. If memory serves, it ended with the passage of the Bill of Rights, making all men equal. I don't believe that sort of thinking is common in this country—or am I mistaken ... Your Grace?"

    Beldon's mouth curved up. "You're quite mistaken, Miss Harmon. Here in England we know all about equality. We simply believe some men are more equal than others." Those hot brown eyes met hers, sparkling with amusement and something more.

    The beating of her heart increased to an uncomfortable pitch and the air seemed to heat between them. When his smile grew broader and a dimple formed in his left cheek, it occurred to her that, duke or not, arrogant and spoiled as she was certain he was, the Duke of Beldon was a dangerously attractive man.

    Briefly, he turned to Lady Trent. "Your brother would like a word with you, Maggie. I'll be happy to keep Miss Harmon company until your return."

    Maggie flashed a look at the black-haired man across the dance floor. "I trust she'll be in good hands," she said with a trace of warning.

    "Undoubtedly," the duke agreed.

    "I shan't be long," Maggie said to Cait. With a last pointed glance at Beldon, she took her leave, heading toward her tall, darkly handsome brother on the opposite side of the ballroom.

    The duke's attention swung back to her. "Since we both agree the war is over, how about a truce, Miss Harmon?"

    She couldn't help a smile. There was something about the duke that was hard to resist. "All right, a truce." The Your Grace went unsaid. "At least for now."

    His lips twitched. He lifted a glass of champagne off a passing servant's tray and took a drink. "Rumor has it, you and your father have been living on an island off Africa for the past several years. Rather out of the social whirl, I imagine."

    She recalled the primitive living conditions she had endured on Santo Amaro. "That is to say the least."

    "Still, I have watched you dancing. You do so admirably for a lady who has lived away from civilization for so long. Do you also waltz, Miss Harmon?"

    Cait flicked him an assessing glance. Even in America the waltz was considered somewhat daring. Though she had never actually done it, she knew the steps. Thanks to her father, she was as well educated as any man, and as far as she was concerned there was nothing the least bit scandalous about a waltz.

    Still, it was clearly a challenge, perhaps a result of the slight in her form of address. Reminding herself she was there on a mission to help her father and that the duke was a potential contributor, she decided the use of his title was little price to pay.

    "I believe, Your Grace, they are playing a contradance at present." She turned to survey the floor, saw that the music was just ending. As if by some hidden cue—which Cait was certain there had been—the orchestra struck up the chords of a waltz.

    "Do I take that to mean you do not?" he pressed.

    A smile blossomed of its own accord. "I suppose I could try—if you are willing to risk getting your very shiny shoes stepped on."

    The duke laughed and flashed her a charming grin. "I believe I am willing to risk it." Leading her onto the dance floor, he placed his hand on her waist while hers found his wide shoulder, then he was sweeping her into the dance, whirling her around the floor with an ease she couldn't have imagined. For a moment, conversation seemed to slow as a dozen pairs of eyes swung in their direction. Then several other couples joined in, including Lord and Lady Trent, clearly there to lend respectability to the dance.

    "I believe you've made a friend," the duke remarked as he led her into a graceful turn. "Maggie is extremely protective of those she takes under her wing. You' re lucky to have won her support."

    "And I am more than grateful. I think having a female friend was the thing I missed most in the years I was away."

    "I gather your father and Lord Trent are also friends."

    She nodded. "Lord Trent has a passionate interest in history. He and my father began corresponding several years back, when proof of the necklace first began to surface."

    "Cleopatra's Necklace, as I understand it. Quite a treasure, I would guess."

    "It would certainly be an important find. Including the years of study he's done, my father's been searching for the necklace for nearly four years." Cait stared into the duke's handsome face, but it was difficult to concentrate. Not when his big warm hand rode at her waist and a muscular thigh brushed intimately between her legs with every turn. He was incredibly graceful for a man of his height and build, making his steps easy to follow. She reminded herself that he was a duke and they had nothing at all in common.

    Still, the music was entrancing and the rhythm of the dance began to lull her.

    "It's like floating," she said, closing her eyes for a moment, absorbing the melody and the cool air rushing past her cheeks.

    His hold tightened almost imperceptibly, drawing her closer still. "You dance beautifully." His eyes found hers when she looked up at him. "And fool that I am, I thought that you were a novice."

    Cait smiled. "I had a dancing instructor who taught me the steps, but this is the first time I've actually tried it. My father was a stickler for education."

    His mouth curved faintly, the most sensuous lips she'd ever seen. "Being a professor, I imagine he would be."

    "Yes ..." The word came out breathy and far away. She tried to tell herself she shouldn't be attracted to a man like him, but that didn't keep her heart from beating too fast or her mouth from drying to the texture of cotton. Good heavens, she had danced with men before. Still, she couldn't recall even one who'd been able to make her feel as if she had lost her wits.

    When the music came to an end, she barely noticed, and oddly, neither did he. They might have gone right on dancing if it hadn't been for Lord and Lady Trent, who managed to place themselves in the duke's path at exactly the right moment to prevent them from being embarrassed.

    Beldon smiled down at Lord Trent, who was shorter, well built, and also extremely good-looking.

    "Sorry," the duke said. "I guess I should have been paying attention." But when he looked at Cait, she saw that he wasn't the least bit repentant, and his big hand still rode at her waist.

    "It's getting late," the marquess said pointedly. "I'm afraid it's time for us to leave." Since Caitlin and her father were currently Lord Trent's houseguests, that meant she was leaving, as well. Cait felt a thread of disappointment.

     She gave the duke a tentative smile. "Perhaps our paths will cross again, Your Grace."

    Taking her hand, he made an elegant bow. "You may count on it, Miss Harmon." He raised her fingers to his lips and an odd little tingle ran up her arm. Cait did her best to ignore it.

    But several hours later, as she lay beneath the rose silk canopy on her bed in the marquess's lavish town house, she pondered those parting words. Would she see him again, as he had said?

    The sudden quickening of her pulse said how very much she wanted that to occur.


Sitting in his solicitor's oak-paneled office on Threadneedle Street, Rand Clayton, Duke of Beldon, studied the blue-inked columns in the ledger, staring at the numbers so long his vision began to blur.

    He couldn't imagine a life without problems. Without duties and responsibilities. For a few brief hours last night, dancing with the stunning little American at Wester's ball, he'd had a respite from his demanding life. He'd enjoyed their playful bit of sparring and laughed as if he hadn't a care.

    Ah, but that was last night and this was today The pressures had returned and his mind focused once more on his duties.

    Hundreds of people relied on him.

    It bothered him to think he had failed even one of them.

    He stared back down at the ledgers, books that had formerly belonged to his youngest cousin. "Whoever it was, the bastard managed to pluck the boy clean. In less than twelve months, Jonathan invested nearly every dime of his inheritance."

    His solicitor, Ephram Barclay frowned. "Young Jonathan was never satisfied. He always wanted more. He was determined to make his fortune and in doing so prove himself. In the end, his ambition was his destruction."

    Rand leaned back in the deep leather chair on the opposite side of Ephram's desk and rubbed his eyes, feeling suddenly weary. "The boy was too damned trusting. If he had just come to me—"

    "If he had come to you, Your Grace, you would have told him the venture was too risky. Jonathan believed that in order to make his fortune he would have to take those sorts of risks. Unfortunately, he was unprepared for the consequences."

    And those consequences were severe, indeed. Being humiliated in front of his friends, losing his prized membership at Almack's, facing a mountain of debts he had no means to pay. Rather than ask for help, at the age of two and twenty, young Jonathan Randall Clayton had taken his own life. Two weeks ago, a groom had found his body hanging from the rafters in the stables of the family estate he had mortgaged and lost to his creditors.

    "Whatever mistakes he might have made," Rand said, "Jonathan was a good boy. With his mother and father dead, I should have kept a closer eye on him. I can't help feeling this is partly my fault."

    Ephram leaned over his desk, a tall, thin, gray-haired man who had managed Beldon affairs for the past twenty years. "You mustn't blame yourself. You had no idea what the lad was doing. The boy only came into his inheritance last year. Who would have thought he would invest it so unwisely—or that after he failed, he would take the rash course of action he did?"

    But Rand still blamed himself. Jonathan was young and impressionable. For years, the boy had vowed to rebuild his fortune from the small inheritance his father, Rand's uncle, had left him. Instead he had lost what little remaining money the family still had, and fallen into such despair he had killed himself.

    Rand looked back down at the account sheet. "There's no mention here of where the money went."

    "No, not there." Ephram reached for another sheet, laid it over the first. "As you can see, almost all of the money went to Merriweather Shipping. It was intended for the purchase of copra from the West Indies. A successful venture would have doubled your cousin's investment. Unfortunately, the ship sank in a storm at sea with the loss of all hands, and Jonathan lost his money, all the funds he had in the world."

    Rand heard something in Ephram's voice. The man had been a trusted confidant since Rand's father had died and Rand had inherited the dukedom. "All right, my friend. Obviously, there is more to all of this. You may as well tell me."

    Ephram pulled off his wire-rimmed spectacles and rested them on the top of the polished oak desk. "Knowing you as I do, I thought you would want to know as much about Merriweather Shipping as I could find out. I've been doing some checking ... not the usual sort, you understand, but the kind that involves an exchange of money into the right hands. It seems Merriweather Shipping has had more than one of their ships conveniently go down—and a number of investors have lost goodly sums of money."

    Rand's muscles went tense. "What are you implying, Ephram?"

    "I'm saying these cargoes were completely financed with investors' money. If the ship didn't sink but actually landed somewhere other than England, the entire profit would have gone to the owners."

    Rand leaned forward in his chair. "Are you telling me the venture was a fraud?"

    "I'm saying it's possible that Merriweather Shipping may have faked the sinking, changed the name of the vessel, and landed the ship somewhere else. The profit would have been enormous."

    A knot of cold fury tightened in the pit of Rand's stomach. His cousin was dead, a young man with a future that could have been bright and shiny. Instead he lay moldering in an icy grave.

    Rand looked at Ephram with cold, hard purpose. "I want to know what happened to that ship, And I want to know everything there is to know about Merriweather Shipping. I want to know who runs it, and especially who raises the money for its ventures."

    On the arm of his chair, his hand unconsciously listed. "I want to know what happened to my cousin, I won't stop until I find out if Jonathan's death was simply a result of bad judgment—or if some greedy bastard took advantage of his trust and drove him to it."


Excerpted from Perfect Sin by Kat Martin. Copyright © 2000 by Kat Martin. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2014

    Another great book by kat.

    I loved this book. It was a great love story.. it shows how people make mistakes and are human. It was about love and betrayal and love and loss. Another awesome historical romance..thank you kat martin for another great read.:)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2008

    Too much sadness

    I have read a few of Ms. Martin's other novels and absolutely loved them! However, with Perfect Sin this was not the case. For many readers Romance novels are an escape from harsh reality and become a fantasy of sorts. This novel proved to be the exact opposite. There were too many sad and unforgivable things that happen to the heroine, Cait. While she was grieving for the loss of her infant son her husband was off sleeping with his mistress. This is inexcusable and the worst part of the novel is that Ms. Martin gives readers an ending which can only be described as insufficient and completely unsatisfying. Indeed, it seems that the only reason Cait forgave Rand was because he was on the brink of death, and the fact that they were always sexually attracted to eachother. So, while the illusion remains that they may in fact have lived 'happily ever after' I find it far more likely that eventually Rand's betrayal would go on to haunt the couple throughout their relationship. I have to admit that this novel was a page turner but for all the wrong reasons. With the lacking ending that did nothing to show that the couple ultimately made it, this novel broke my heart a little, and was the exact opposite of the fantasy I was looking for.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2006

    Great Beginning...Bad Middle...Redeeming Ending...

    I recently reviewed a few other books by Kat Martin ¿ Innocence Undone, The Devils Necklace and Wicked Promise. I gave so-so reviews to the first two and then four stars to the last one. This book, Perfect Sin, is the follow up to Wicked Promise so, you should read that one first. Trust me¿it will be well worth it as it was the best so far. Rand was in Wicked Promise as the best friend of main hero Nick Warring. Rand was a dashing and kind and loyal friend in the first book and shows up in his own story this time. He is a high ranking duke with a long and well known family lineage. He is due to marry as it¿s time but, he isn¿t ready and has found no one suitable for a wife. He plays the field and enjoys the life that a high ranking member of society is allowed in his position. He meets up with our main leading lady Cait Harmon, an American in England who is with her family drumming up support and money to do further archeological excavations for a missing treasure known throughout the ages as Cleopatra¿s Necklace. Rand hears Cait¿s laughter first and is drawn in before he ever sees her. When he does lay eyes on her¿it¿s instant attraction between the two of them. Although I enjoyed this book quite a bit and was certainly interested in hearing Rand¿s story¿it wasn¿t quite up to snuff as Nick and Elizabeth¿s story was in Wicked Promise. As appealing as I found Rand early on, I did not find Cait very deep or well developed. I actually didn¿t think there was a lot to her besides loyalty to her father, too much independence and sexual desire for Rand. This second story was still filled with lots of adventure, passion, loss, love and betrayal. But¿I almost think this one went a little over-board on these things, especially the betrayal and loss sections (infidelity and the lost baby). The love scenes between the two was hot and steamy ¿ much like earlier novels. Although the author tried to make their love seem ¿deep¿ much of their relationship felt attraction based. It did have touches of emotion to it so, it was not just sex. But¿I think it will take time for their ¿love¿ to properly mature to a level they both need for it to be strong and last a lifetime and not just for a few months or a few years. I would certainly recommend this book. Although there were some plot line drawbacks to this story that was not in Wicked Promise, the author did a fine job of getting the main character to cleanse his naughty soul and find a way to win back his leading lady with honesty, truth and a desire to only do better in the future. Some heroes who cross the line as Rand did would never be redeemed. You believe in Rand again at the end as does Cait and that makes this a worthwhile read. We all wish he wouldn¿t have cheated but, without a re-write¿the ending cleaned up as much as it could. Enjoy the two stories ¿ Rand and Nick ¿ they are both worth it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2005

    never gets old

    i have read this book at least 10 times already and it never gets old!!i cry everytime,i laugh everytime.it's absolutely fantastic!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2005

    GREAT BOOK!!!!!!

    like all kat martin's books,this was not disappointing.the back of the book doesn't exactly draw you but the i assure you the story does!the characters are brilliant and i felt like i was in the story.i felt every emotion they did.WONDERFUL!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2002

    Engaging

    The back description of this book didn't actually draw me in. An American Adventurer for a heroine didn't sound appealing to me but I was captivated by Randall, Duke of Beldon in WICKED PROMISE. I was very glad to know he has a story of his own, so this is the real reason why I got this book. Good decision, I say... Not only is the plot engaging, Rand and Caitlin's love story was a heart warming one. I was surprise to specially enjoy Caitlin's character because of my clouded first impression of her as an American Adventurer. I actually like her dependency, her intelligence, her devotion to her father and her work. I also love the way she reacts to Randall. She is in innocently in love with him yet she never losses her pride. Randall's character was consistent in WICKED PROMISE. He's handsome, nonchalant and a rake. He's determined, a man of his word, loyal and now, confusingly in love with Caitlin. For me, their love story was full of passion and tenderness despite some heart tearing moments. I didn't like the infidelity part either but I guess this is what made the book more drawing. It hurts to read about it but the mollification that follows was also overwhelming. The Island setting and the search for Cleopatra's necklace was a new and interesting plot for me. I wondered about it even after the story ended. It piqued my curiosity to do some searching about Cleopatra and her Jewels. So, if a book can toy with me this way even after it ends, I say it's truly a worthy read. The reason why I didn't rate this book a five stars is cuz of the inadequate ending. I find it a bit lacking. I was hoping to read Caitlin and Randall with their offspring(s). There was no Epilogue or mentioned of it. Considering that unhappy past, I thought it was significant for Ms. Martin to write about their offspring(s) to make up for that one sad moment. This would have heighten readers spirit, my spirit. Well, this is only my self-preferences. Overall, this book is engaging and a worthy read especially if you have read the prequel, WICKED PROMISE. It was lovely to see Nick & Elizabeth, Maggie & Alex again...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2002

    What a romance...

    This is the first book I have read of Ms. Martin's, and I loved it. It touched deep into my heart at the scene at the theatres, Cait is trying to make a point and she hits him. He immediately trys appologizing with that voice of his. It's funny, heart wrenching, and special. Also, when everyone finally pushes Rand to go make up with Cait because he never thought he could love someone so much. Ms. Martin weaves a tale of deciept, and love into one novel, and she does it good. The book was great. A number one winner.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2002

    Only one complain about this book-too short.

    Kat Martin is one of the best historical writers out there. I feel in love with every one of her books. This one is another winner. It's a must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2002

    Loved it!!

    This book has a mixture of everything, romance, exciting scenes, and most of all, characters that you fall in love with. Rand was such a strong, passionate man. Who could not love a man who paints? Cait is smart and loyal. Together they make an excellent couple! Kat Martin brings them both to life!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2001

    WOW

    This is the first Kat Martin book I have read. It won't be the last. I'm an avid historical romance reader, and I wasn't dissapointed with this book. The characters were real people that you grew to love(or hate at certain moments). The story line flowed smoothley through the entire book and the plot was belevable. I loved the hero Rand Clayton. He was gook looking, tough, and loving. He really loved Cait, even if he didn't always show it(which makes him irressitable). The secondary characters are fun and interesting. You can read Elizabeth and Nicky's story in Wicked Promise. I haven't read it yet, but I'm running out to get it now!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2000

    One of the best historical novels ever read

    I almost did not purchase this novel and that would of been the biggest mistake ever. This was the first book I have read by Kat Martin but I can say with no doubt that it will not be the last. The way she weaves the story of Cait Harmon and Randall Clayton, seventh Duke of Beldon is like none I have read so far. She honestly brings the characters to life, You can actually beleive that the story was possible. It toched on betrayl, regret, friendship and love as any real life case may be and the outcome was not always the happy ever after choice of other novels. They are real people with real struggles, I could not put this story down for a second.

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