Impulse
“Angela, be serious. You could not possibly marry one of the grooms. That’s absurd. ”Angela Stanhope had been sure marriage to Cam was her destiny. Until they were caught in a compromising position – and her only means to save Cam was to agree to an unpalatable marriage to the elderly Lord Dunstan. Fifteen years later, after amassing a small fortune of his own, Cam returns to England with but one ambition. He has the power to ruin the Stanhope family if they refuse his demand that the now-widowed Angela Stanhope be his wife.Then the mysterious “accidents” begin. Are the Stanhopes trying to remove him from their lives? Or is it someone from Cam’s past, desperate enough to kill to prevent him from uncovering a shocking lie?
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Praise for the novels of New York Times bestselling author Candace Camp
‘Delightful … Camp is firmly at home here, enlivening the romantic quest between her engaging lovers with a set of believable and colourful secondaries.’
—Publishers Weekly on The Wedding Challenge
‘Camp delivers another beautifully written charmer.’
—Publishers Weekly on The Marriage Wager
‘A beautifully crafted, poignant love story’
—RT Book Reviews on The Wedding Challenge
‘The talented Camp has deftly mixed romance and intrigue to create another highly enjoyable Regency romance.’
—Booklist on An Independent Woman
‘A clever mystery adds intrigue to this lively and gently humorous tale, which simmers with well-handled sexual tension.’
—Library Journal on A Dangerous Man
‘A smart, fun-filled romp’
—Publishers Weekly on Impetuous
Also available fromCandace Camp
The Courtship Dance
The Wedding Challenge The Bridal Quest The Marriage Wager Promise Me Tomorrow No Other Love A Stolen Heart A Dangerous Man An Independent Woman An Unexpected Pleasure So Wild a Heart The Hidden Heart Winterset Beyond Compare Mesmerised Impetuous Indiscreet Scandalous Suddenly
About the Author
CANDACE CAMP is the bestselling author of over forty contemporary and historical novels. She grew up in Texas in a newspaper family, which explains her love of writing, but she earned her law degree and practised law before making the decision to write full-time. She has several writing awards, including the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award for Western Romances.
PROLOGUE
1872
HE WAS WAITING for her, as she had known he would be. Waiting in the same fever of impatience that had gripped her for the past hour while she sought her chance to escape from the house unnoticed.
He whirled around when she came in, his dark gaze shooting across the room to her. “Angela!”
He was young, just turned twenty, and he had the slim, lithe build of youth, all muscle and bone. His black hair, still damp from a ruthless dunking earlier under the pump, was pushed back and fell to the nape of his neck, curling over the collar of his rough shirt. Just looking at him made Angela’s heart squeeze in her chest.
They ran to each other, impelled by a hunger that had been building all day, until now they were almost consumed by it. His arms went around her, pulling her hard against him, and he pressed his lips on hers. Angela threw her arms around his neck.
They clung together, mouths and bodies molded as if they would get even closer if they could. He shoved back the hood of her cloak, revealing the glorious copper tangle of her hair. It had been up earlier, but it had, as usual, managed to escape from half its pins already. Now he completed its disarray by plunging his hands into its softness.
Need throbbed in him, a desperate, clawing thing that never went away, was only subdued now and then into a low ache. He pulled his mouth away and rained kisses over her face and neck. His hands, clumsy with desire, went to the ribbon that tied her cloak and tugged at it. It came loose, and her cloak slid off her shoulders to the floor. Beneath it she wore an evening dress of pale blue satin, cinched in tightly to reduce her waist to nothingness and pressing her breasts upward to swell above the low-cut neckline.
He sucked in his breath at the sight of her, passion rushing through him like wildfire. “Good God …” he breathed. “Your grandparents let you wear that in public?”
Angela giggled, enjoying the glitter in his eyes and the fact that she could arouse him to feel that way. “Oh, Cam, ‘tis no worse than what anyone else is wearing. It was one of Cee-Cee’s dresses. She wore it two years ago.”
“It did not look on her as it does on you,” he answered fervently.
“Anyway, Grandmama is hoping it will inspire Jeremy’s friend Lord Dunstan to offer for me. He’s terribly wealthy, you see, as well as coming from an ‘unexceptionable’ family.”
Cam’s upper lip curled in a sneer of contempt. “They are as good as selling you to the highest bidder.”
“The Stanhopes need an advantageous marriage,” she pointed out reasonably. “Anyway, what does it matter, since I have no intention of marrying any of the men they are pushing me at?” She linked her hands behind her back, emphasizing the thrust of her bosom. “I was happy to wear it because I knew you would be seeing it. Well … would it encourage you to bid high?”
His mouth widened sensually. “Aye. I would give all that I had to have you.” He reached out boldly and cupped her breasts.
“You have already given me what I want.” She gazed up at him with her clear blue eyes, as trusting as a child, but with all the desires of a woman. She had loved Cam Monroe for as long as she could remember, ever since he first came to work for her family in the stables, and it had seemed a miracle to her this summer when she returned from Miss Mapling’s School for Young Ladies that Cam at last saw her for a woman. It had been even more astonishing when he broke down two weeks ago and admitted that he loved her.
