‘Missing in action, presumed dead.’
Marissa Carlisle had never thought that her husband would be taken from her so soon after their marriage. She had wanted to know him, to grow familiar with his wants and desires, to have his children, to grow old together. But it was not to be...or so she thought.
Alexander Carlisle however, is not dead. Found barely alive amongst the bodies of the fallen on the bloody battlefield of Waterloo, he has no recollection of who he is or where he’s from. It is not until he sustains another blow to the head that his memories resurface and he is at last able to think of returning home. For Alex that meant one thing...Marissa.
Desiring nothing more than the feel of her warm responsive body in his arms once more, Alex has no thought of the changes that may have occurred during his prolonged absence, so is totally unprepared for the reality that greets him; a burning house, a child who could be his and a wife, injured, distant and evasive.
The burning house he can deal with straight away. The child steals his heart within the day. But his wife? That will take much longer...
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About the Author
When I was young I was often told that I was a dreamer. As life got in the way, I developed multiple talents, including an inherent love of reading, fine art and musicals. These I learned from my cultured yet romantic mother. It was this background that gave me a love of history and romance.
Seven years ago, driven by need, I started penning thoughts and dreams into stories. While I have always loved reading, from fact to fiction, murder to mystery, historical to suspense, sweet to erotic; in fact all genres; my lifelong love of anything romantic has enticed me to write light-hearted, happy ever after romances. My one regret is not finding the time (or courage) to do it earlier.
Nowadays, I live in Australia with my long time lover/husband/friend and two large dogs. I have three grown up children that I have passed my love of reading onto and whether they will thank me for that, who knows. I am still a dreamer.