About Land of Falling Stars
After her parents die in a fire, Sophia Whitfield struggles to save her beloved home, Arbor Rose. The Civil War has devastated the South, and another blue coat has come to steal her meager possessions. Before the hated enemy inflicts his destruction, she shoots him. And soon discovers the soldier is Gavin, the champion of her childhood.
Gavin's dark secret lurks in Sophia’s future. When she discovers the truth, she's torn between a burning hunger for the man she truly loves and loyalty to Jesse, their childhood friend. The despicable acts of war have changed everything Sophia and Gavin once cherished. Yet somewhere deep in their hearts, the mystical Land of Falling Stars still exists.
Excerpt:
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Sophia pressed her back against the rough-hewn planks of the stable wall and inched her way down to a bed of hay at her feet. With her heart thudding against her ribs, she closed her eyes and willed the brutal images to leave. Gavin could be dead, his life's blood seeping into the ground. How ironic that would be. Three years he'd been gone, fought in a hundred battles only to be killed after he'd come back . . . back to her. Oh, God, she couldn't think about it, couldn't stand to watch him die. She ran hard and fast the second Billy sliced through the soft, golden skin she longed to run her hands over. Sweet Mother of Jesus, what if he was dead and she would never . . . .
"I found you."
She lifted her head and looked into Gavin's eyes. A horse neighed several stalls over and the moon spun out from a patch of clouds shrouding his tall, lean frame. His bare chest oozed blood and trickled into his waistband.
Relief flooded her and then panic. "You're bleeding again."
"Am I?" He glanced down at the wound and back to her face. "It looks worse than it is."
She hesitated when he held his hand out to help her up. She couldn't be held accountable for what might happen should her skin come into contact with his. Beneath his bold perusal, she lifted her trembling hand.
"You're frightened," he said, his brow creasing. "Of me, Sophia?"She shook her head and hoped he didn't see through her lie. After witnessing his rage moments ago, she didn't know what to expect from him.
"I would never," he said in a hoarse tone, "harm you." He moved in, forcing her back against the wooden planks. His warm breath fanned her cheeks. "I don't want you to fear me, ever." His chest rose and fell with rough pants and his mouth hovered over hers, mingling their breaths. "Kiss me, Sophia."
She looked into his eyes, transfixed by the depth of passion residing there. He placed his hands on the wall and bracketed her head. Their lips met. In the aftermath of the violence, she expected a harsh, demanding kiss, but it was anything but. Gentle and languorous, it shook her to the very core. His tongue caressed her lower lip seeking entry. She responded without thought, parting her lips with a small moan. The erotic dance against the tip of her tongue sent a stream of wild sensations coursing through her. Her hands sought the warm flesh of his chest, every inch hard, ridged muscle. He flinched when her fingers made contact with the fresh wound. Astounded by the emptiness she felt when he broke from the kiss, she gathered her battered senses and looked into his eyes.
His voice rough, he whispered, "Is that how it felt when Jesse kissed you?"
Trapped between the wall and his body, she looked away from those wicked eyes. Deliriously weak, shocking images of him crushing her beneath him stormed through her mind. Dear God, what's the matter with me? Promised to Jesse, bound to him heart and soul, she couldn't allow herself to think about Gavin's powerful limbs tangled in her bed sheets, his head thrashing in delirium, or his hot, feverish eyes. Ever since he had returned, her mind swam with carnal thoughts of this man pinning her to the wall.
A hand came down and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Hmm, Sophia, is it?"
"I'm so befuddled." Tears pooled in her eyes. "What about Jesse? I promised I'd wait no matter what happened, but . . . ." To speak her heart would be the epitome of betrayal to the person they had both loved since the day they sailed the Rappahannock dressed as pirates.
He kissed her forehead. "And if he returned tomorrow, you'd fall into his arms; pretend you feel nothing for me, deny this passion between us?"
"Gavin, don't . . . ." She averted her face.
He tightened his grip on her chin, his tone harsh. "Would you, Sophia?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I'd go to him, banish this from my mind."
"It would be that easy?"
"Not easy, Gavin, but―"
"You need to leave Arbor Rose!" His raised voice startled her. "There's nothing left for you here! Your parents are dead and Jesse isn't―"
Without conscious thought, she slapped him. "Don't you say it! I can't leave Arbor Rose. Jesse will return and―"
"He's not coming back and you have to face it." He brought a hand to her cheek. "The entire country is about to explode, and if you had any god-given sense, you'd go to your mother's people in Illinois."
She narrowed her eyes, her tone icy. "Let me go.. Jesse's coming back and when he does I'm going to keep my promise and marry him. Her voice softened. "We must forget this, whatever it is."
She shivered at the volatile emotion in his eyes. The same feral snarl that came over him when he crushed Billy and his companions spewed from his lips. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them over her head, and took her mouth brutally. His tongue plundered her lips and forced them apart. She writhed to free herself from his lean, hard body, but he held her fast, imprisoning her in their mutual desire. Erotic pleasure surged through her veins. Her fingers moved to his long, black hair and she seemed incapable of stopping the soft moans from the back of her throat.
Clinging to him like a child, she whimpered, "Gavin . . . please."
"You want me, admit it," he whispered against her mouth.
He clutched a length of her skirt and shoved it over her hips, allowing his fingers to slide up the hot flesh of her thighs. A sound erupted from her throat again, no longer a moan of pleasure but a sob. He stopped abruptly, stepped back and dropped his hands to his sides. Their eyes locked. His shone with lust and anger. And hers? She wanted to draw back, knew she should flee, but something powerful held her immobilized. Warning bells rang in her head yet she longed to return to his kiss, feel every inch of his body against hers.
He drew a deep breath and said, "Leave, Sophia, now!"
On shaky limbs, she inched her way along the wall, turned to look at him one last time and scurried through the door.
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