His Dark Desires
Though the Civil War had ended years ago, Juliet Boucheron still battles for survival in 1874 New Orleans. She’d been shunned by her family and friends when her husband was labeled a traitor after disappearing with a shipment of gold during the Civil War.
By turning her ancestral home into a boarding house, despite the whispers of scandal, Juliet has been providing for her younger sisters and raising her young son. The safe world she thought she had built becomes threatened and she and her family are thrust into danger when the secrets from the past surface.
She doesn’t know who to trust and even more disturbing than the warning note she receives is the handsome, seductive stranger who enters her household. Stephen Trevelyan is a tortured man with secrets. A man with blood on his hands. Wealthy, compelling, and deadly handsome, he awakens her senses like no other man before and fills her nights with passion. He also fills her mind with suspicion. Strange things begin to happen when Stephen appears in her life. Can she really trust this irresistible stranger?
Someone is lurking in the shadows. Someone is stalking the halls of her home after midnight. And someone is willing to kill to get what they want. Juliet is forced to face the nightmares and ghosts in her past in order to catch the murderer hiding in her life, but by then it may be too late to save those she loves from death.
4 Star Review From Romantic Times Book Club! A riveting sequel…a sexually charged romance that satisfies whether they’re seeking suspense or passion. ~ Romantic Times Book Club.
With its dark, dangerous hero and sexy storyline this historical romance will appeal to contemporary romantic suspense fans who enjoy danger and intrigue. ~ True Romance Magazine, Nov 05.
Powerful and emotional, with complex characters whose essence seems to jump off the pages, HIS DARK DESIRES contains deep secrets, adrenaline high tension, and awesome conflict. The author molds characters like a potter, then breathes life into them. An excellent journey into the past, one you won’t forget. ~ WK Rendezvous Review Magazine – September 2005
HIS DARK DESIRES will leave you glued to the edge of your seat while turning every sizzling page from cover to cover. Jennifer St. Giles draws her readers in with vivid imagery, an intriguing plot that will keep you guessing and tremendously passionate characters. Juliet is strong, stubborn, and sassy. Her devotion to her family is unwavering and commendable. Stephen captured my heart for his ability to finally let go of the past and go after the woman he was meant to be with. The secondary characters in this enchanting tale are very colorful and add a lot of pizzazz to the intrigue. I will definitely be looking forward to more of Jennifer St. Giles’ work. ~ Billie Jo
…To put it simply, any historical romance reader with a palate in need of cleansing will likely find His Dark Desires to be as invigorating as I did. I loved the time and setting, both of which are brought vividly to life by the author. I loved both Juliet and Stephen. I loved the Gothic elements that bring a whiff of the paranormal to an already rich tale. But, most of important of all, I loved the freshness of this book – a freshness that even this diehard Regency reader found especially welcome. In an era of overwhelming sameness when it comes to historical romance, His Dark Desires easily stands out from the crowd. If you love historical romance and haven’t yet tried Jennifer St. Giles, you’ve got a treat in store. She writes smart. She writes sexy. She writes differently. And, wonder of wonders, she doesn’t write Regency. ~ Sandy Coleman
Sequels are often disappointing, but this one really satisfies. The momentum will keep you on the edge of your seat, and the sexual tension sizzles! A hot, moody must-read. ~ Reviewed by: Jacqueline Crane www.romancedivas.com © 2005
Teeming with menacing atmosphere, this sequel to MISTRESS OF TREVELYAN continues along the Gothic path. St. Giles captures that Gothic essence with a sinister plot, complete with unusual twist and turns, while maintaining a strong sexual tension between the protagonists. ~ Reviewed by Suan Wilson
HIS DARK DESIRES is a wonderful Americana romantic suspense thriller that is driven by the three sisters and Stephen, who appeared as a key support character in the gothic delight THE MISTRESS OF TREVELYAN where he learned a lesson in life. Juliet is a courageous person as she not only takes charge of the B&B, her sisters, and her son; she bravely perhaps stupidly refuses to be bullied into a sale she feels is wrong though she is unsure how much longer heritage can hold out in a southern world turned upside down in the past decade. Jennifer St. Giles provides a fabulous Reconstruction Era tale. ~ Reviewed by Harriet Klausner Posted October 10, 2005
You are in danger. Trust no one. The terrifying words from a mysterious letter echo in Juliet Bucheron’s mind. Destitute ever since her husband disappeared in the Civil War, Juliet has turned her New Orleans ancestral home into a boarding house–despite the rumors of ghosts, the whispers of scandal, and the stain of murder. But even more unsettling is Juliet’s new tenant, a handsome stranger named Stephen Trevelyan. Wealthy, educated, and seductively compelling, Stephen fills Juliet’s heart with uncontrollable longing–and her head with suspicion. Something, she senses, is lurking beneath the surface. And someone is stalking the hallways after midnight. As the danger draws nearer, Juliet wonders if she can really trust Stephen. But as he pulls her closer, she knows she cannot resist him…no matter what the price.
Less relaxed than normal, I donned my nightdress, robe and slippers, and as I left the bath, I searched the pockets of my dress for the telegram. They were empty except for Mr. Trevelyan’s card. My stomach sank when I dug into the pockets of my robe and found them empty, too.
I must have dropped the note somewhere in the house. Grabbing a lantern, I retraced my steps on the third floor. After finding nothing in the corridor or in Andre’s room, I hurried down the stairs. A quick scan of the kitchen and the butler’s pantry turned up nothing, but the tinkling of glass from the direction of the parlor brought me to a halt in the center hall. I swung around, my pulse leaping as I realized I was not alone downstairs. The parlor seemed dark and unwelcoming for the first time in my life. I snuffed out the light and tiptoed to the doorway.
Given Mr. Trevelyan’s habit of being where I least expected, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see his unmistakable form standing at the window. Oddly, he had his glass held up to a swatch of moonlight and appeared to be staring at it. After a long moment, he slowly took a sip, swore harshly then dumped the rest of the glass’s contents on a nearby potted plant.
I winced that he’d found our spirits so unpalatable even as the thought of pickled geraniums irked me. “I daresay Mama Louisa has already watered the flowers today.”
He swung around and I smiled, pleased that I’d caught him off guard.
“Did I wake you?” His voice grated harshly, as if he wrestled with things greater than the night.
“I’m looking for a paper I’ve lost.” Instead of escaping quickly to my room as I’d planned, I moved to the nearest lamp and lit it, casting the shadows from the room, but not the intimacy of being alone at night with him. He turned from the light, moving to the mantle where he set his glass.
“A telegram, perhaps?” he asked with his back to me.
“You found it?”
He faced me then, his expression shadowed. “After dinner, on the floor of my room.”
I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, my relief short lived. “I must have dropped it when showing you to your room.”
“And I must have missed seeing it before dinner,” he said softly as he crossed the room, moving toward me. The look in his eyes told me he didn’t believe a word of what we’d just said. He stopped only inches away from me, so close that I could feel the warmth of his body as well as the heat of his raking gaze. The thin cotton of my nightdress and the silk of my robe were little protection from the force of his interest. I tugged the lacy edges of my robe closer together and he smiled, slowly, lifting his gaze back to mine. A dark desire smoldered in his eyes.
“The telegram, monsieur?” I held out my hand.
He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out the telegram. Instead of putting it into my open hand, he brushed my cheek with the edge of the paper and trailed it down to the neck of my gown. My pulse pounded so loudly in my ears that I knew he had to have heard it too. Bolts of heat shot through me, curling in my center, awakening sensations I’d never known, dangerous ones.
My lips parted in surprise, and his gaze dipped lower for a long moment.
“I suggest you be more careful,” he murmured. When he slid the paper a fraction below the neckline of my gown, I caught my breath and grabbed the telegram from him.
“You have a way of making me forget things that I shouldn’t,” he said softly then turned to leave. “Good night, Mrs. Boucheron.”
He had a way of making us both forget things that we shouldn’t. Somehow, I gathered my thoughts enough to douse the parlor light and dash to my room, firmly shutting the door. I didn’t light my lamp. I crawled into bed, unable to face what I knew had to be lingering in my own eyes–a yearning response to the desire in his eyes. I didn’t know him, he was a stranger, but he attracted me as no one had before and that frightened me more than the warning telegram or the murder in town.
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