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In the three years since her husband left her, Lady Kate Carhart has managed to forge a fulfilling life for herself. But when Ned Carhart unexpectedly returns, she finds her tranquility uprooted--and her deepest secrets threatened. Though she has no intention of falling for Ned's charms, Kate can no longer deny the desire that still burns in her heart.

Ned is determined to regain his wife's trust by using unbridled seduction. But just as ...
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In the three years since her husband left her, Lady Kate Carhart has managed to forge a fulfilling life for herself. But when Ned Carhart unexpectedly returns, she finds her tranquility uprooted--and her deepest secrets threatened. Though she has no intention of falling for Ned's charms, Kate can no longer deny the desire that still burns in her heart.

Ned is determined to regain his wife's trust by using unbridled seduction. But just as Kate surrenders to Ned's passion, her carefully guarded past threatens to destroy her. Now Kate must place her faith in the only man she's ever loved, and the only one who has ever betrayed her....


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Publishers Weekly
In 2010's Victorian romance Proof by Seduction, Ned Carhart was a deluded youth. He married the lovely Kathleen and promptly abandoned her to investigate the opium trade in China and try to prove himself to be a mature, trustworthy man. Three years later, strong-willed Kate has stopped looking for him, choosing to build an independent life instead. Ned's return inconveniently coincides with Kate's daring attempt to rescue a friend from an abusive husband-a man who has been a lifelong companion of Ned's. Ned knows he has failed Kate, and knows, too, that she's hiding something. Her secret is revealed early on; mutual trust takes much longer. Where Proof was an over-plotted romp, this tender, thoughtful romance is a deep examination of what responsibility and trust really mean in a partnership when desire is a complication rather than the raison d'être.
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Dressed in a servant's cloak, Lady Kathleen Carhart is sneaking down a country road near her Berkshire home when a carter's horse goes wild and a bearded gentleman steps in to save her. Having secreted her friend Laura in a nearby cottage, Kate had wanted to remain beneath notice. Unfortunately, her rescuer is her husband, Edward, returned from three years on family business in China. Edward left Kate just months after their forced wedding and wants to reclaim his place in her life now that he is more mature and reliable. Sadly, he isn't so fast to reclaim his place in her bed. With Laura hiding from her abusive husband, Kate has enough on her mind without having to decipher her enigmatic husband and why he left her in the first place.Verdict Milan's sophomore effort (after Proof by Seduction) is a dark journey that confronts domestic abuse and Edward's own black nature, perhaps the Victorian version of manic depression. This complex and emotionally wrought romance reveals marriage in a less-than-blissful light but demonstrates how with trust as well as love our protagonists will come home to each other.—Bette-Lee Fox, Library Journal

(c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426868924
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 10/1/2010
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 264,444
  • File size: 633 KB

Meet the Author


Courtney Milan lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, a marginally trained dog and an attack cat.

Before she started writing books, Courtney experimented with numerous occupations. She has trained dogs, written legal briefs, sold newspaper subscriptions and written computer programs. Having given up on actually being able to do any of these things, she's taken to heart the axiom that "those who can't, teach." When she isn't reading, writing or sleeping, she can be found in the vicinity of a classroom.

Courtney loves hearing from readers. You can visit her on the Web to find out more about her and her newest releases: www.courtneymilan.com


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A shoulder-high wall hugged the dirt road that wound its way up the hill Kate was climbing. Last night, when she and the nursemaid had crept by on foot, the dark stones of the wall had seemed menacing, hunched things. She'd imagined Eustace Paxton, the Earl of Harcroft, crouching behind every rock, ready to spit vile curses at her.

But through the diffuse morning fog, she could see little yellow-headed wildflowers growing between the rocks. Even this aging edifice had become friendly and bright. And Harcroft was thirty miles away, in London, unaware of her involvement in his latest misfortunes. She'd won a respite, and for the first time in two weeks, she breathed easily.

As if to belie her certainty, the plod of horse hooves carried to her on a breeze. She turned, her heart accelerating. Despite the flush of heat that rose in her, Kate clutched her heavy cloak about her. She'd been discovered. He was here…

There was nothing behind her but morning mist. She was imagining things, to think that Harcroft would have uncovered her secret so quickly. She let out a covert breath—and then gulped it back as the creak of wooden wheels sounded once more. This time, though, it was evident that the noise came from up the road. As she peered ahead of her, the dark form of a cart lumbering up the hill resolved in the mist.

The sight was as calming as it was familiar. A blanket of fog had obscured the sound's origin. The cart moved slowly, drawn by a single animal. As Kate trudged up the hill, her calves burning with the exertion, she made out more details. The conveyance was filled with heavy wooden kegs, marked with a sigil she could not make out from here. The animal that pulled this cargo seemed some nondescript color, unidentifiable in the mist. From this distance, its coat appeared to be both spotted and striped with light gray. It strained uphill, bone and muscle rippling underneath that oddly colored pelt.

Kate sighed with relief. The man was a common laborer. Not Harcroft; therefore, not someone who posed a threat if he discovered the role she'd played last night. Still, Kate pulled her hood up to shield her face. The scratchy wool was the only disguise she had.

As if in reminder of the nightmare that Louisa had escaped, a whip-crack sounded in front of her. Kate gritted her teeth and continued up the hill. Half a minute later, and a number of yards closer, the whip cracked again. She bit her tongue.

She had to be practical. Lady Kathleen Carhart might have had sharp words for the man. But right now Kate was wrapped in an ill-fitting cloak, and the servant she was pretending to be would keep her eyes downcast. A servant would never speak up, not to a man with a horse and a whip. He would never believe her the lady of the manor, not dressed as she was.

And besides, the last thing Kate needed if she intended to keep her secrets was for society to hear that she'd been skulking about, dressed as a servant. As she climbed the hill, the lash continued to fall. She gritted her teeth in fury as she drew abreast of the cart. Perhaps that was why, at first, she didn't hear it.

Above the complaining rumble of the cart wheels, the noise had been at first indiscernible. But the wind shifted, and with it brought the rhythmic sound of a gentle canter to her ears.

Kate glanced behind her. A horseman was coming up the hill.

A simple carter might once have caught a glimpse of Lady Kathleen at a harvest festival—a close enough look to boast, over a tankard of ale, perhaps, about seeing a duke's daughter. He wouldn't recognize her when she was swathed in a heavy cloak and a working woman's bonnet.

But a man on horseback could be a gentleman. He might, in fact, be the Earl of Harcroft, come looking for his missing wife. And if Harcroft came upon Kate dressed in this fashion—if he recognized her—he might guess the role she'd played in his wife's disappearance.

All he would have to do was trace her path back a few miles. That shepherd's cottage wasn't so very far away.

Kate pulled the hood of her cloak farther over her eyes and slunk closer to the wall. Her hand brushed against grit on its uneven surface. Even though she huddled in her cloak, she set her chin. She was not about to surrender Louisa to her husband. No matter what he said or did.

The man on horseback came into view through the mist just as Kate crested the hill. Shreds of fog splashed around his horse's hooves, like gray, slow-moving seawater. The horse was a gentleman's beast: a slim mare, gray as the wisps of vapor that clung to its legs. Not Harcroft's chestnut stallion, then. Reassured, Kate studied the gentleman himself.

He wore a tall hat and a long coat; the tails flapped behind him in rhythmic counterpoint to the fall of his mare's hooves. Whoever he was, his shoulders were too broad to belong to Harcroft. Besides, this man's face was covered by a sandy beard. Definitely not Harcroft, then. Not any man she recognized.

That didn't mean he wouldn't recognize her, or that he wouldn't carry stories.

Slowly she let out her breath and turned to look forward. If she didn't draw attention to herself, he wouldn't notice her. She looked like a servant; she would be virtually invisible to a man of his class.

The mare's light hoofbeats pattered up the hill. It moved in effortless contrast to the other poor animal, which was still dragging its Sisyphean burden to the summit. But Kate had her own burden to concentrate on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the horseman pull ahead of the cart. The tails of his coat flapped briefly across the beast's blinkered vision. A foot or so of fabric; nothing more.

The horse pulling the cart, however, stopped and shied, pinning its ears against its head in a gesture of equine distress. Kate pressed against the wall as the cart's wooden shafts creaked. Another flap of the coattails in the wind; when the whip cracked again, Kate winced. The carter's horse did more than that: it let out a frightened cry and reared up on its hind legs. The cart tilted precariously; the hooves thundered down. Kate heard the crashing splinter of wood, and she whirled to face the animal.

One of the cart shafts had split down the middle. The horse was tangled in halter and traces, and no matter how it strained, it could not escape. When frightened, horses ran; and when they couldn't run—

Kate caught a glimpse of a dark eye rolled back, ears flattened against the long head. The horse's blinkered gaze momentarily fixed on hers. Crack went the whip, and the horse reared in response. It was so close, Kate could see its iron shoes as it pawed the air above her head. She felt frozen in that moment, as useless as a rabbit cowering in the grass with a hawk plummeting down. Her hands went cold. Her mind moved sluggishly. She might have counted the horse's ribs, every prominent ridge, as the hooves descended toward her.

And then the moment of fear passed, and practical considerations overtook her disbelief.

She dropped to the ground in a crouch, just as those massive hooves hit the crumbling wall where her head had been. Once, and bits of stone and crumbling grout rained on her head; twice, and flying chips of rock struck her cheek. The animal whinnied and reared again.

Before the hooves could land a third time, someone stepped in front of her. Whoever it was jerked her to her feet—the sockets of her arms twinged in protest. His body pressed against hers momentarily, a brief imprint of hard muscle fitting against her curves. He turned his back to the beast, shielding her from those iron-clad hooves. It was the horseman—the gentleman with the gray mare. He must have dismounted and come to offer assistance.

She had no chance to protest, even had she wanted to, no opportunity to pull away. His hands clasped her waist, and he lifted her up, up, until her palms scrabbled along the top of the wall behind her. She pulled herself atop it, heart thumping, and glanced down. The horseman was looking up at her. His eyes, liquid brown pools, sparkled at her over that shaggy beard, as if this were the best excitement he'd come upon in weeks. For one instant, she felt a sick thrill of recognition.

I know this man.

But he turned away, and that feeling of familiarity slipped through her fingers, as hard to contain as the gritty pebbles on the wall she clung to.

Whoever he was, he had no notion of fear. He turned back to the careening beast. He moved on his toes with a graceful economy of motion. It was almost as if he were leading the horse in a waltz. The man sidestepped another furious stamp of those hooves.

"There now, Champion." His voice was quiet but carrying. "I don't want to crowd you so closely, but you'll never calm down if I can't cut the traces."

"Cut the traces!" protested the carter, clutching the handle of his whip. "What the devil do you mean, cut the traces?"

The gentleman paid him no mind. Instead, he made a half turn, and stepped behind the animal.

The carter held his whip back, his mouth pursed in ugly disapproval. "What in blazes do you think you're doing?"

The gentleman turned his back on the furious driver. He was talking—murmuring, actually. Kate couldn't hear his words, but she could catch the tone of his voice, soft and soothing. The beast pawed the air once more, and then danced from hoof to hoof. It whipped its head to the side, trying to keep its eyes on the gentleman behind it. A swipe with his knife, then another; one final adjustment of leather, and the animal came free of the cart.

"What the devil are you doing? That's my animal you're freeing, it is!"

The horse surged forward. The carter still held the reins in one hand, and so it couldn't bolt far. But without the bits of cart swinging around it—and more important, with the carter left to impotently clutch his whip now that the beast was out of range—the horse pranced, pawed the ground in distress once and then, eyeing the people around it, lapsed into a restive silence.

"There," the gentleman said, "that's better, isn't it?"

And like that, it was better. All the other sounds of the autumn morning seemed to resume with his words: the thump of Kate's heart, the horse's uneasy stamp on the dust road below her, the impatient sound of the carter beating the handle of his whip against his other hand. She clutched the wall beneath her.

"You gentlemen are all alike. You're coddling it," the carter complained. "Stupid animal."

The last was directed at the horse, which still trembled despite the so-called coddling, its ears flat against the sides of its head. The bearded gentleman—and by the cultured drawl of his voice and the fashionable cut of his coat, he was surely a gentleman—turned to face the carter. He walked toward him and then reached down and gathered the animal's reins in his hand. The carter relinquished them, staring in front of him in stupefaction.

"Coddling?" the fellow said gently. "Champion here is an animal, not an egg. Besides, I make it a point to be kind to beasts that are large enough to stomp me to bits. Particularly when they are frightened enough to do so. I've always thought it foolish to stand on principle, when the principle is about to trample you to death."

That evanescent sense of familiarity came to her again, troubling as an unidentified smell on the wind. Something in his voice reminded her of something, someone—but no, she would remember that tone of quiet command if ever she'd heard it.

Kate took another deep breath—and froze. She'd seen the beast only in sidelong glances up until now. In the fog, that strange coloration, those odd white spots, had seemed as if they were some curious form of natural marking. But from her vantage point atop the wall, she could see the marks for what they were: scars. Scars where a whip had drawn blood; scars where an ill-fitting harness had rubbed over the course of who knew how many years.

No wonder the poor animal had rebelled.

The carter was holding his hands out. "Here now," he complained. "It don't hurt him. My mam always used to say that tribulation was sent to make you stronger. It's in the Bible. I think." The carter trailed off, giving the horseman a hapless shrug.

"How curious." The fellow smiled disarmingly; even through that thick beard, his grin was infectious, and the carter echoed it with a gap-toothed smile. "I cannot recall the commandment to beat animals. But then, I disagree with the premise. In my experience, tribulation doesn't strengthen you. It's more like to leave you with a bronchial inflammation that lingers for years."

"Pardon?"

The gentleman waved a hand and turned back to the animal. "Never trust aphorisms. Any sentiment short enough to be memorable is undoubtedly wrong."

Kate suppressed a smile. As if the gentleman could see her, his lips twitched upward. Of course, focused as he was on the trembling cart-horse, she doubted he even knew she was still here. Slowly, she slid from the top of the wall to the ground.

The gentleman fished in his pockets and pulled out an apple. The animal's nostrils widened; its ears came forward slightly. Kate could see its ribs. They were not prominent enough to indicate starvation, but neither were they covered with a healthy amount of skin and muscle. Underneath those healed lacerations, its coat might once have been chestnut. But coal dust and road mud, stretched over scarred skin, had robbed the pelt of any hint of gloss.

"Oh, don't feed it, for the love of all that is precious," the carter protested. "The beast is useless. I've had it for three months, and no matter how I beat it, still it shies away from every last mother-loving noise."

"That," said the gentleman, "sounds like an explanation, rather than an excuse. Doesn't it, Champion?" He tossed the apple on the ground next to the horse and then looked away into the distance.

He seemed good with the beast. Gentle. Kind. Not that it mattered, because whoever he was, she couldn't speak to him. No matter how kind he was, he couldn't know what Lady Kathleen had been doing, not if she intended to keep her secrets safe. Kate began to sidle away from the scene.

"Champion? Who're you calling Champion?"

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  • Posted September 14, 2010

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    an entertaining intelligent historical romance

    Three years ago Ned Cathcart walked out on his new wife Kate because he was too immature to deal with his personal problems. Instead he fled to the Far East. While he began to cope with his issues out of necessity, a stunned Kate moved on with her life turning to a social issue dear to her soul, demanding the rights of women especially those that are abused.

    Ned has returned and wants to fulfill his wedding vows. Kate still loves the husband who abandoned her, but rejects his push for reconciliation. She fears he will end her crusade. He refuses to quit this time. Still as important her fight for women rights is to her, Kate must decide whether she can trust Ned to stay this time and to champion her cause.

    This Cathcart early Victorian romance sequel to Proof of Seduction is an entertaining intelligent historical starring two intriguing lead characters as Ned has grown up and wants an opportunity to prove he has changed, but Kate refuses to give up on her crusade. Although a late suspense adds tension and is a reasonable enhancement to the story line, it is unnecessary as the women's rights issue and the married stars make for an engaging second chance at love tale.

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