Kindred: An American Love Story

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-0113-9

Page :186

Word Count :51641

Publication Date :2014-10-30

Series : #

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Available Formats : Kindred: An American Love Story (pdf) , Kindred: An American Love Story (prc) , Kindred: An American Love Story (epub) , Kindred: An American Love Story (mobi)

Category : Historical Romance

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Product Code: 978-1-4874-0113-9

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When they were unsure of their path in the world, they only had their love to show them the way.

An herbalist and free woman of color, Kindred Twain and Lelaheo/Cassian Harkness, an Oneida Indian, had been inseparable since childhood, so it was no surprise to anyone when their childhood bond blossomed into love as they grew into adulthood. Neither suspected when they agreed to wait to wed until Lelaheo had completed his medical studies in Europe that they were poised on the eve of the American Revolution, or that a young British miss named Adeline would threaten to tear them apart forever.

Joshua is dead.”

Casey’s expression didn’t change. “That’s too bad.”

“You must have known.”

“How? Because I killed him, Detective?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No. You didn’t have to.”

Then something dawned on Casey. The cop did say he was Nash McCleery, Chris’s Nash McCleery. Shit.

“How did you meet Chris Phantom?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Casey met his gaze.

Nash looked startled for a moment, then regained his composure. “He told you about me.”

“He mentioned you, yes. Said you broke his heart.”

Nash laughed.

“That’s what I thought,” Casey replied. “Chris doesn’t have much of a heart to work with. Let’s say you chipped it.”

“Let’s say that.” McCleery seemed to be growing impatient. “How can you afford this place? You were living with Joshua, not paying any rent.”

“Sonia tell you that?”

“She could have.”

“Oh. Did she tell you she wanted to watch me and Joshua go at it?”

“Ah, no. She left out that part.”

“Bet she did,” Casey said. He worked his way over to the chair. He wasn’t sure how his legs managed to hold him steady.

“So shall we start over? I ask one question, and you answer, and stop trying to fuck with my head. You’re good at it.”

Casey smiled. “I’m the Master.”