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The Vivandiere [MultiFormat]
eBook by Sandra Dugas
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eBook Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
eBook Description: Shot and left for dead, Abigail O'Connor has lost her father, her home, and is about to lose her life, until Major Malcolm MacInnes arrives to save her. The handsome cavalry officer brings new hope to her shattered heart, but then she discovers he is engaged, and her dreams are dashed. Determined to make a new life for herself, she decides to join the army, and enlists as a private--a vivandiere. But she cannot forget the handsome major who still resides in her heart, especially now--since she is under his command...
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [2.1 MB], eReader (PDB) [665 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [690 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [609 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [478 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [555 KB], hiebook (KML) [1.5 MB], Sony Reader (LRF) [713 KB], iSilo (PDB) [566 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [707 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [739 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [913 KB]
Words: 211652
Reading time: 604-846 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
He stepped round the corner into the main stable aisle and halted abruptly. Abigail was still there, alone, standing beside Asad's stall door. Malcolm took a deep breath. I do not intend to pursue Abigail. Slowly he exhaled. I'm not sacrificing myself. He stiffened against his own constraining words and strode toward her in steady, measured strides. She suddenly turned and offered him a small, shy smile, and his heart slammed against his chest.
"Did my brother and sister both abandon you?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort to remain polite. She shrugged. "David left to run his errands and Moira said she had something to discuss with your mother, but that she'll be back soon." "But you stayed. Did you want to speak with me?" His voice came out too stiff, but he couldn't seem to help it. He noted how her cheeks began to pinken and how she stumbled back from him two steps as he advanced. He hung the saddle on the stall door. I'm not sacrificing myself. His hand curled around the bridle leather crushing it against his palm. He turned to her and she met his gaze. "I--I was just about to leave." "No." The word burst from him forcefully, unexpectedly, surprising even himself...but he knew it was his gaze and not the command that held her there. "I don't want you to go," he said more gently. "Major, I--" "Malcolm. My name is Malcolm. I wish you would use it." "Yes. Very well. Malcolm," she said softly, her eyes shining up into his. Gold flecks of desire glittered in the brown. And all notions of honor, reputation and responsibility fled his mind. He stepped closer but this time she didn't move away, and he reached for her without even realizing that he had done so, until his hand closed around her upper arm, but that contact between them sapped him of the strength to resist. His head lowered. Her shallow breath brushed his lips. "Abigail," he whispered, and he pressed his lips to hers.
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