He thundered out of the moonlit mist, out of her dreams, and onto the deserted English road leading to the inn she had crossed the ocean to claim. Dark and brooding astride his dappled silver steed, he watched as she arrived to take possession of the inn. His inn. On the outside, boarded up and deserted for a century. On the inside, warm, welcoming, and waiting for her, and for the phantom who had destroyed her dreams by becoming and challenging her to love him.
...To Love Her Again
He was Dante de Vere, the legendary highwayman, condemned to hover between life and death, to wait in the shadows for his beloved to return to him. When she does return she is not the lover he remembers from a century ago. She is bolder, determined to be independent, to deny her own dreams and the immortal love decreed by destiny. His Bess is called Betina now, a passionate beauty who can give him life — and death — with an embrace. Dante had cursed the Fates when he lost her. Now he would challenge the past to keep from losing her again.