"I won't." Her own voice sounded strange to her. Hoarse and low. So much salt water she'd swallowed. Her nose and throat burned, as if scrubbed out with lye. She coughed weakly. Beyond the hull of the overturned rowboat, the waves danced in an endless line to the horizon. Just let go.
"Who's to be a duchess? You haven't even properly proposed yet." "Let me try again," he said with a grin, and rose over her, and took her mouth with his.
Emmaline's plans to settle quietly into British Indian society topple after her fiance's betrayal, and she finds herself seeking help from Julian Sinclair - a man toasted as a hero in London and branded a traitor in India.