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How far would you go to avenge your family and save the one you love?
In 19th century England, Alaina Claiborne had a loving family, a cherished friend, and devoted servants. She spent her days riding across the grassy hills of the English countryside, joyful and at peace. Then tragedy strikes in the worst possible way and her world is forever changed, childhood gone and a new course set. Searching for a killer is her only focus, that is until she meets Tristan.
Tristan Sheffield is a man of many talents, among them searching out those who don't want to be found. His past is filled with secrets and deeds he would rather leave deeply buried. However, when his life is unexpectedly entwined with Alaina's, he soon discovers they share more than a mutual desire to catch a murderer.
On their hunt for a man driven by greed, Tristan and Alaina find that love is the greatest weapon against evil and they'll stop at nothing to survive.
Tristan ignored the pain in his shoulder from busting down the back door as he made his way frantically through the old house. It was dark, dank, and an unpleasant odor wafted from the skeleton of every room. It looked as though someone had been there on and off for a while. The floors were covered in an inch of dirt except through the kitchen and the back hallways, both of which appeared to be well trodden paths through the house. Tristan swore that he could hear rats scuffling along the upper floors and there was the distinct smell of death lingering in the air. Whoever had made their temporary home in that debilitated old structure was probably shoved away in a closet somewhere.
He continued his search, finding nothing. The screams had stopped the moment he broke through the back door and he was now looking everywhere for a basement door. The sounds had been too muffled to have come from upstairs. Charles met him halfway through the search, revealing that he too had found nothing; until they happened upon a door in the kitchen floor.
Charles placed a hand on Tristan, holding him off, wanting to go first, but Tristan shook him off and pulled up on the heavy door. The corridor leading down was darker than the rest of the house and smelled much worse. Feeling their way along the wall, both men carefully felt their way down the steps. Up ahead a dim light cast shadows and the glowed a little brighter with each step. Picking up his pace, Tristan moved towards the light and came to another door. This one was bolted shut and on the other side came the moans-barely audible, but they were there.
“Alaina?” Tristan yelled through the bars in the door.
No answer; a small moan. Charles studied the lock for a moment.
“We won’t be getting through this one easily,” he offered.
“Like hell we won’t,” Tristan replied and pushed Charles back.