Wild Passion
together.
    She smiled through her tears, turning her head to
press a kiss to his palm. “Life. Love. Happiness.”
    “Adelaide?” Colin’s voice sounded hesitant,
unsure.
    Hearing her name, she stepped back, putting proper
distance between them, when she wanted to do nothing more than
throw her arms around James’ neck.
    Colin appeared, strolling through the garden. Seeing
James, he froze. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    “I said I’d return for her.”
    Colin frowned. “I didn’t expect you to mean it.”
    That determined glint was back in James’ gaze. He
latched onto Adelaide’s hand, pulling her close. “We’re going to
Gretna Green.”
    Adelaide stiffened. She might be French, but even she
knew why English people went to Gretna Green… to get married.
    “Adelaide,” Colin started toward them, his steps
hurried. “You don’t have to do this.”
    He was right, she didn’t have to. For the first time
in her life, she actually felt like she had a choice in the
direction her life would head. “I want to, Colin. I love him.” She
looked up at James. His eyes had taken on that soft look that made
her insides melt. “You understand me, don’t you?”
    “More than you know.”
    “Tell me you love me.”
    He cupped the side of her face, his other arm
wrapping around her waist and drawing her close. “I fell in love
with you the moment I stole that bloody statue and you stole my
heart.”
    “Hell,” Colin cursed, pacing beside them. “You’re
both serious, aren’t you?”
    Adelaide nodded, so sure, it hurt.
    “I had to have sisters,” he muttered.
    Shocking Adelaide, Colin reached out and drew her
forward into a quick, no-nonsense embrace. “Best go then, before
Bea and Ella find out, or you’ll be having a wedding in Westminster
with five-hundred guests.”
    Adelaide smiled, tears shimmering in her eyes. Hope
welled within. Hope and love and acceptance.
    “Remember, you’ve always got a home here,” Colin said
softly.
    Adelaide nodded. “I know.” And for the first time,
this place really did feel like home. She stepped close to Colin.
“Tell Beatrice that it will be a boy.”
    Confusion clouded his gaze, then just as quickly he
went pale, understanding dawning.
    “We will return.” Grinning, Adelaide stepped back. “I
promise. I know .”
    As the soft wind whispered promises of summer’s
return, James took her hand and pulled her through the garden. She
didn’t know where she was going, but for the first time in her
life, she didn’t care.
     
     
The End
     
    Enjoy Wild Passion ? Read Wild Heart and Wild Desire , books one
and two in the Wild Series !

About Lori Brighton
     
    Lori has a degree in Anthropology
and worked as a museum curator. Deciding the people in her
imagination were slightly more exciting than the dead things in a
museum basement, she set out to become an author. She sold her
first book, Wild Heart, to a New York Publisher and has since started
self-publishing.
     
    To find out more about Lori visit her at:
www.LoriBrighton.com
     
     
    Interested in more? Read an excerpt from book one in
The Night Series, A Night of Secrets below!
     
    A Night of Secrets
     

Prologue
     
    1855
     
     
    She knew she wasn’t alone.
    It wasn’t the shiver of unease that caressed her skin
like an unwanted touch, nor the slight tightening of her gut that
indicated someone’s presence. No, it was something she couldn’t
quite explain.
    A knowing .
    Papa would call it a whispered warning from God.
Whatever it was, the sensation pierced her very soul, warning that
someone was nearby. Meg’s fingers curled against the crate she’d
been pushing into the back of the wagon, the rough wood piercing
her woolen mittens and scratching her fingers. A box of clothing
for the destitute. Now she was the one in need of assistance.
    A bitter gust of wind burst down the road. A ruthless
spirit attacking, tugging and pulling at her woolen skirts. Caught
off balance, she slipped and

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