Nobody can write Forbidden Fantasies like Cara Summers!
Of Led Into Temptation
âSensationally sensual ⦠this tale of a forbidden, guilt-ridden love is a delight. Brimming with diverse, compelling characters, scorching-hot love scenes, romance and even a ghost, this story is unforgettable.â
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âThis deliciously naughty fantasy takes its time heating up, but itâs worth the wait! â¦â
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Of Taken Beyond Temptation
âGreat characters with explosive chemistry, a fun intrigue-flavored plot and a high degree of sensuality add up to an excellent read!â¦â
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âFilled with intrigue, mystery, humor, sizzling-hot love scenes, a well-matched couple, a surprise ending and a ghost, this story is unforgettable and definitely a winner.â
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Of Twice the Temptation
âWell written! ⦠Fans will be delighted to see their favorites return for brief appearancesâ¦â
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âCara Summers has penned two tales in Twice the Temptation which will not be forgotten, but will live on in the readerâs fantasies.â âCataromance.com
Was CARA SUMMERS born with the dream of becoming a published romance novelist? No. But now that she is, she still feels her dream has come true. And she owes it all to her mother, who handed her a romance novel years ago and said, âTry it. Youâll love it.â Mom was right! Cara has written over forty stories for Blaze, and she has won numerous awards including a Lifetime Achievement Award for Series Storyteller of the Year from RT Book Reviews. When she isnât working on new books, she teaches in the writing program at Syracuse University.
Glen Loch, New York, Summer, 1812
ELEANOR CAMPBELL MACPHERSON stood on the cliffs alone, except for her memories. And there were so many good ones. In a marriage that had lasted over fifty years, she and Angus had come here so often. The caves below in the cliff face had always been one of their secret places. Theyâd picnicked there often during the early years of their marriage, sometimes climbing up from the lake below and sometimes climbing down. And later, after the children and even the grandchildren had arrived, it had been one of their secret trysting places. Sneaking away to make love here with Angus had always made her feel wicked and wild and very like the young girl who had allowed him to sweep her away all those many years ago.
She missed him so much. How often had they walked together here on mornings just like this one?
The mists swirled over the lake, but the newly risen sun, a bright red ball, would burn them away quickly. To the west on a rocky promontory stood Castle MacPherson, the home that Angus had built for them. There it rose, three stories high, strong and graceful and as enduring as the life theyâd built together. Beyond it she saw the gardens that gave her so much pleasure. And at the far edge, nestled at the foot of a sharply rising hillside, she could make out the top of the stone arch that Angus had built for her.
It was a replica of an older arch that had stood in the gardens of her familyâs estate in Scotland and it had a legendary power from ancient timesâthe power to unite true lovers. The story had been passed down for years in the Campbell clanâthe man or the woman you kissed beneath the stone arch would be your true love forever. Angus had even stolen some of the stones from the original arch so that this one would carry the same power.
With a smile, Eleanor let her mind drift back to that long ago night when she and Angus had met beneath those powerful stones on the Campbell estate for the last time. Her family had thrown a ball to celebrate her upcoming wedding, and sheâd been wearing her future husbandâs gift to herâa sapphire necklace and earrings that had been bestowed on his family for service to the Scottish court. Mary Stuart had worn the jewels at her coronation, and Eleanorâs husband-to-be had insisted that she wear them at their betrothal ball as proof of his love for her.
Sheâd snuck out of the ball to meet with Angus and to tell him that their secret meetings had to end. Sheâd practiced the speech for days. There was no future for them. Their families had been locked in a blood feud for years. She was promised to another man, a fine man from a prominent family. Then Angus had kissed her the moment sheâd arrivedâbefore she could say a word.
And that had been that.
Oh, sheâd tried to talk some sense into him, but he wouldnât listen. Impetuous, impatient, irresistible, Angus hadnât taken no for an answer. Heâd simply promised her everything and carried her away.
Thank God.
Eleanor let her gaze linger on the castle, with its lovely gardens and the stone arch. Angus had delivered on his promise. Heâd given her everything. Going with him and settling here was the best decision sheâd ever made. She only had one regret. And that was what had brought her to the cliffs this morning.