Kiss Me Forever/Love Me Forever. Rosemary Laurey

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      KISS ME FOREVER & LOVE ME FOREVER

      ROSEMARY LAUREY

      

ZEBRA BOOKS KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

      Contents

      KISS ME FOREVER

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      LOVE ME FOREVER

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      HE’S HOT. HE’S SEXY. HE’S ROMANTIC. HE’S IMMORTAL.

      If there is one thing Dixie LePage does not need in her life, it’s complications. And the man sitting across the table from her in a crowded Engish pub, the one offering to buy the library of her inherited estate in a small English village, is a major complication. For starters, there’s the broad shoulders. The slightly amused smirk. That smoldering look that makes it impossible to concentrate. And that infuriating, old-fashioned, and well, okay, incredibly appealing sense of chivalry. No doubt about it, the guy is hot and sexy.

      Of course, there is one wee little problem: He claims to be a vampire named Christopher Marlowe, as in THE Christopher Marlowe, famous playwright, contemporary of Will Shakespeare. Right. Amend that to hot, sexy, and totally insane. Please see “no more complications.” So why can’t Dixie seem to resist the warmth of Christopher’s charm, the protective feel of his strong hands, or the tempting pull of his full mouth when the sun goes down…?

      KISS ME FOREVER

      ROSEMARY LAUREY

      

ZEBRA BOOKS KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

      For George, who always believed in me, even when he had a few doubts about vampires, and special thanks to Morgan Arce and Patricia Jones,

      for helping sort out Stella’s life.

      For Sister Elizabeth Fitzgerald,

      who many years ago piqued my imagination about

      what happened in the Inn at Deptford.

      Prologue

      “You want me to give her an unwelcome?”

      Sebastian Caughleigh almost smiled. His nephew caught on quickly. “We’ll call it a…discouragement.” With that laugh, James had definite possibilities.

      “I can take care of one old lady.”

      “This is the granddaughter. The daughter died years ago and it seems the Misses Underwood’s sister snuffed it a few weeks before old Miss Faith. This Dixie LePage is thirty and conveniently sent me her picture.”

      James peered at the photo on the desktop. An auburn-haired young woman with green eyes smiled at the camera. “Nice,” James murmured. “Do I get to choose the inconvenience?”

      “No! She’s arriving on the twelfth and obligingly gave us the flight number. You find her at Gatwick. Lift her wallet. Without money or credit cards, she won’t get far. With a bit of luck she’ll run home in distress. A fainting female who can’t take inconvenience.”

      A glint of appreciation lit James’s pale eyes as he smiled at the photograph. “Maybe I won’t lift her wallet—first thing.”

      “You will. It’s survival. For all of us. We can’t have her poking around the house and finding stuff the Sunday supplements would kill for.”

      “What if losing a wallet doesn’t delay her?”

      “How far can she get without passport or money? She’ll be stranded and run home—where she should have stayed. The damn woman could have had nice regular checks and no hassle, but she just had to come and see a ‘real, quaint English village.’” Sebastian snorted. “I’ll give her quaint.”

      James chuckled. “The wallet should work. Nice idea, Uncle. I salute you.”

      “It was Emily’s. She lost her wallet and passport in Madeira last year and she’s still talking about it.”

      A smirk played on James’s pale lips. “Always knew you were attracted to the woman for her mind.” He nodded. “I’m off then, Uncle. Got to work out the details of my ‘welcome.’”

      Sebastian frowned at the closed door. He hadn’t told his nephew the half. If this wretched woman arrived and insisted on claiming her property, they’d have problems beyond measure. Once she was in the house…Sebastian pushed his chair from his desk. She couldn’t СКАЧАТЬ