Suddenly, Gallant stumbled, almost tossing Devon over his head. He’d be cursed if he didn’t beat the bad weather. Overhead, swift-moving clouds promised a storm. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”ĭevon Marshall, viscount Huxhold, rode hell-for-leather across the frozen fallow fields, bound for London and his grandfather’s deathbed. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that this book is stolen property. AND IN OTHER COUNTRIES, MARCA REGISTRADA, HECHO EN U.S.A. For information address Avon Books, Inc.ĪVON TRADEMARK REG. Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 99-95330Īll rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever except as provided by the U.S. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. She could have challenged him, told him she didn’t owe him explanations. “And you shall have him, when my question is answered.” Through sheer strength of will, she raised her chin in defiance, her gaze not leaving his. Her heart pounded in her chest.Ī part of Leah wanted to run. “Who is the baby’s father? And do you love him?”

But Devon’s deep, silky voice stopped her. With a soft gasp of mother love, Leah reached for her child. The neck of his shirt was open, the sleeves rolled up. In the golden firelight, his expression appeared grim. Leah’s baby was nestled protectively in the crook of Devon’s arm.

A Scandalous Marriage by Cathy Maxwell