As a lone and wealthy widow in Henry VIII's kingom, Lady Guinevere Mallory knew that she was in a precarious position. But she never imagined that when danger arrived it would be in the form of Hugh of Beaucaire, a man with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. A man of such power and determination that when he rode up to Mallory Hall, intent on claiming a vast tract of her land, Guinevere couldn't suppress a frission of fear...or deny a shiver of anticipation. A seasoned soldier, Hugh had seen his share of battle and known his share of women. But nothing had prepared him for the reality of Guinevere- a woman so elegant and alluring, with luminous eyes and hair the colour on the palest wheat. And when she smiled her damnable smile, so filled with invitation, Hugh found himself confused, aroused and infuriated. For he suspected that the widow had commited the blackest of crimes. How could a woman of eight and twenty have been so unfortunate as to bury four wealthy husbands? How else could she have managed to persuade each of them to sigh a marriage contract she erself had drawn up-documetns that ensured she would inherit everything they owned upon their deaths? As Guinevere stalls for time, Hugh begins to investigate her mysterious and tarnished past. Yet even as they try to fathom each other's motives, temptation explodes into consuming passion, clouding their minds to the coming peril. Whatever Hugh uncovers, he must escort Guinevere to London to face the kinf and the terrifying and ruthless power of the Lord of the Privy Seal. And if Guinevere is indeed charged with murder, Hugh knows there's only one way he can save her-by taking the risk that he will become the next vicitm of the widow's kiss. - book jacket
Summary: As a lone and wealthy widow in Henry VIII's kingom, Lady Guinevere Mallory knew that she was in a precarious position. But she never imagined that when danger arrived it would be in the form of Hugh of Beaucaire, a man with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. A man of such power and determination that when he rode up to Mallory Hall, intent on claiming a vast tract of her land, Guinevere couldn't suppress a frission of fear...or deny a shiver of anticipation. A seasoned soldier, Hugh had seen his share of battle and known his share of women. But nothing had prepared him for the reality of Guinevere- a woman so elegant and alluring, with luminous eyes and hair the colour on the palest wheat. And when she smiled her damnable smile, so filled with invitation, Hugh found himself confused, aroused and infuriated. For he suspected that the widow had commited the blackest of crimes. How could a woman of eight and twenty have been so unfortunate as to bury four wealthy husbands? How else could she have managed to persuade each of them to sigh a marriage contract she erself had drawn up-documetns that ensured she would inherit everything they owned upon their deaths? As Guinevere stalls for time, Hugh begins to investigate her mysterious and tarnished past. Yet even as they try to fathom each other's motives, temptation explodes into consuming passion, clouding their minds to the coming peril. Whatever Hugh uncovers, he must escort Guinevere to London to face the kinf and the terrifying and ruthless power of the Lord of the Privy Seal. And if Guinevere is indeed charged with murder, Hugh knows there's only one way he can save her-by taking the risk that he will become the next vicitm of the widow's kiss. - book jacket
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