Devlin
A Rebel Heart Held Her Fast… and young noblewoman Alyssa Howett knew she had no choice but to release Devlin Fitzhugh, the wild Irish hero who had freed her woman's soul.A Warrior Walked Alone His fealty was only to his sworn chieftain - or so Devlin Fitzhugh had always believed. Then fate brought him a daughter he'd never known and a passion he'd never dared dream with a sun-bright English rose who would test his loyalty… and prove his love!
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Acclaim for Erin Yorke
Desert Rogue
“High, exciting adventure a la Erin Yorke!”
—Romantic Times
“Another winner from one of the greats. 5
—Affaire de Coeur
“…grabs your imagination from page one…
Five-star reading.”
—Rendezvous
The Honor Price
“Another Yorke Elizabethan masterpiece.”
—Affaire de Coeur
“…a tumultuous era, a tempestuous love story, a wondrous romance.”
—Romantic Times
“…an unforgettable tale filled with adventure and love.”
—Rendezvous
Counterfeit Laird
“Erin Yorke at her very best.”
—Bestselling author Barbara Bretton
“…a romantic comedy filled with wonderful characters…”
—Romantic Times
“…an incredible reading experience.”
—Affaire de Coeur
“Don’t play with me, lass,” Devlin growled, his words harsh. “It could lead to serious business.”
“But I’m entirely serious,” Alyssa countered. Her inviting smile transformed her into the most desirable woman Devlin had ever encountered. She ran splayed fingers along his broad shoulders and was satisfied with the shudder she felt beneath her touch.
“I’ll not steal anything that should, by rights, belong to your husband,” Devlin ground out, the cords of his neck bulging and prominent as he fought for self-restraint.
“You cannot steal what is freely given, Devlin Fitzhugh.” The words were a whisper on the wind.
“But there can be no future for us, Alyssa. Surely you understand that.”
“All the more reason to enjoy the present,” she murmured, her lips seeking his once more.
At the firm pressure of her mouth, Devlin’s resolve began to crumble…
Dear Reader,
The team of authors who write as Erin Yorke returns to one of their most popular settings this month with Devlin, an emotional tale set in Ireland and England. It’s the story of an Irish rebel who saves the life of an Englishwoman and is captured by the English for his efforts. The young woman rescues him from prison, but the two of them must battle distrust and betrayal before finding the happiness they deserve.
Deborah Simmons also returns this month with The de Burgh Bride, the sequel to her steamy adventure, Taming the Wolf. This book is the story of the scholarly de Burgh brother, Geoffrey, who has drawn the short straw and must marry the “wicked” daughter of a vanquished enemy, a woman who reportedly murdered her first husband in the marriage bed!
A city banker forced to spend a year recuperating in the country goes head-to-head with a practical country widow and learns that some of life’s greatest pleasures are the simple ones, in Theresa Michaels’s next book in her new Western series, The Merry Widows—Catherine. And corruption, jealousy and the shadow of barrenness threaten the love of a beautiful Saxon woman who has a year to produce an heir, or be separated forever from the knight who holds her heart, in Shari Anton’s stirring medieval tale, By King’s Decree.
Whatever your tastes in reading, we hope you enjoy all four books this month. Keep an eye out for them, wherever Harlequin Historicals® are sold.
Sincerely,
Tracy Farrell
Senior Editor
ERIN YORKE
is the pseudonym used by the writing team of Susan Yansick and Christine Healy. One half of the team is married, the mother of two sons and suburban, and the other is single, fancy-free and countryfied. They find that their differing lives and styles enrich their writing with a broader perspective.
For Gary—You were really patient with this one
And for Chris and Dave, who learned to fend for themselves
Thanks for understanding. You’re the heroes in my life.
And
For Natasha Antonova Smith
Who went from “a wonderful life” to “pretty woman” in three weeks. May the happiness you found here follow you home to Russia.
Ireland, 1593
Lying in the belly of a trench near Dublin Castle, Devlin Fitzhugh felt a chill travel along his spine that had nothing to do with the briskness of the mistshrouded night. The sensation was so odd and unfamiliar that he was bewildered for an instant until he recognized it for what it was. He swore softly in the darkness. He hadn’t been plagued by fear before a skirmish since he was a stripling lad.
Slowly, he released his pent-up breath while he awaited the signal that would begin the raid. Yet try as he might, Devlin couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding that tingled along the base of his skull. He didn’t have to ask himself why a man who had charged recklessly into battle innumerable times before should suddenly feel trepidation. He knew the source. It was the child the Macguires had recently brought to camp. The one they maintained he had fathered. The one they insisted was now his responsibility.
There was no reason to dispute their claim. Muirne’s coppery hair and the single dimple she sported in her left cheek echoed his own, loudly bespeaking her bloodlines. But what was he to do with a motherless mite no more than three years of age? He had never had ties other than those he owed his lord, yet here was an obligation of a different sort, one that prevented him from tendering unconditional allegiance to any chieftain, even Eamon MacMahon. The idea perplexed him and filled him with guilt. He was at a loss as to how to deal with it, but he would have no choice other than to do so once he rescued young Niall and returned him to his father’s camp.
