The girl he finally remembers
Eleven years ago, a shipwreck robbed Lord Maxim Farlisle of his memory. Recovering himself, he journeys to his childhood home to find Waithe Hall shut and deserted. Unwilling to face what remains of his family, Maxim makes his home in the abandoned hall…only to have a determined ghost hunter invade his uneasy peace.
The boy she never forgot
Fascinated by spirits, Lady Alexandra Torrence cannot disregard the opportunity to investigate the estate she knew so well. She arrives at the shuttered hall to discover a ghost of a different kind—the boy she thought to never see again. Maxim had been the boy next door, her best friend, her soul mate…and then he’d vanished.
As the two rediscover their connection, the promise of young love burns into an overwhelming passion. But the time apart has scarred them both—will they discover a love that will draw them together or will the past tear them apart forever?
“Finding Lord Farlisle is a lovely story: sweet, witty, flirtatious, emotional, touching. A truly delightful way to spend a couple of hours.”
– Anna Campbell, author of the bestselling Dashing Widows series.
“Sweet, fun, and delightful! If you love friends to lovers, you’ll adore Finding Lord Farlisle.” – Tamara Gill, author of the Lords of London series.
~ Excerpt ~
They stared at each other. Maxim’s scent wound about her, woodsy and spice, and Alexandra wanted…she wanted to touch him. She wanted to trace the planes of his face, feel the softness of his sulky lips, the rasp of his beard. She wanted to trace the muscles of his chest, his stomach, wanted to dig her hands into his back as he touched her. He was so beautiful, this boy she once knew.
“Alexandra,” he said in the hush.
Her gaze fell to his lips. “Yes?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Her eyes drifted shut. “Yes.”
Their lips met. It was soft, sweet, tentative, and he made her feel safe and, made her feel…beloved.
Hand rising to cup her cheek, he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue. Tangling her hands in his hair, she opened, gasping as he invaded her mouth. Groaning, he kissed her harder, kissed her again, his hand pressing into the small of her back to drag her closer. She’d imagined this, more often than she should. As a girl, she couldn’t count the times she’d stared at him and wished his mouth on hers.