"Monsieur Andrews, welcome to my home." At the smoky, velvet sound, Cameron swung around. Every function in his body--heart, breath, blood ceased to function. She was lovely. More than lovely. Tendrils of raven hair framed a face so exquisite, it disarmed him. Her mouth, a soft, dewy pink, parted. And those eyes, as dark as Creole coffee, intelligent and assessing, roamed over him and then back to take hold of his. He needed to step closer, to stroke her skin. To possess her. But would his wealth and worldly experience be a match for the free-spirited Cajun-born widow? Across the oceans, between worlds old and new--two lost souls find themselves at a crossroads

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