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Creole Moon

A Novel of New Orleans

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Creole Moon

By: Genevieve Stuart
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 If you loved him, could you tell him? And would he abandon his lonely mission and give his heart to you? From the jungles of Mexico to the glittering elegance of 1840’s New Orleans comes a wildly romantic story of love, heartbreak, and the chance to begin again. Amid the intrigue and glamour of the delta city, Lucie must find her own way as she struggles to recover from devastating loss and what she fears is the end of love. The last thing she wants is to be beholden to a man – especially a man as infuriating and intriguing as the mysterious newcomer from Spain. Stephen Arroyo is known in New Orleans as a cool-headed gambler with a shadowy past. Robbed of what was most precious to him, Stephen is caught in a fierce battle for revenge and redemption. Lucie and Stephen need each other, in ways they can only begin to understand. But can they overcome the demons that entrap their hearts and give in to the powerful force that pulls them together? Creole Moon is the first Kindle ebook release from historical romance author Genevieve Stuart. Excerpt: Stephen gave a low laugh. “Does it not concern you, Lucie, that while you hold your head high and play the great lady, your husband is carousing with the lowest forms of life in the city? That he is dragging you and your precious family name, the name you have worked so hard to preserve, down into the mud with him?" His barb hit its mark. With a cry of outrage, Lucie tried to twist out of his painful grip, but before she could free herself Stephen jerked her toward him and stared down into her eyes. "It's time you faced the facts, Lucie, and looked the truth in the eye," he said flatly. Lucie frantically searched her mind for a retort, but before she could answer, he bent and covered her mouth with his. Lucie swayed under the hot fury of his kiss as his hands left her shoulders, sliding down her back to encircle her waist. Pressed against his chest, she could feel the steady beat of his heart through the clean, crisp cotton of his shirt. Stephen kissed her slowly, hungrily, tasting her sudden, salty tears and the sweetness of her mouth. Murmuring something against her lips, he brought one hand up and entwined it in her hair. The heat of his skin, the roughness of his face exhilarated her, terrified her. She tried to turn her head, tried to catch her breath and tell him to stop, but he only held her tighter, his mouth tracing the lines of her jaw, her throat. She heard his voice through the roaring in her ears: “Oh no, querida, don't push me away." He buried his face in her neck, his lips seeking out her tender flesh until she gasped. She was dizzy, blinded, her senses melting into a warm, delicious river that flowed through her entire body. Inexplicably she raised her hands to his face and brought his mouth back to hers, knowing only that she needed to return his kisses. This was what it was like, she thought with something akin to triumph, the passion she had suspected but never known. All these months, when Thierry's fumbling, painful attentions had left her cold and lonely, dreading the next time, she had been secretly afraid that she would never know what it was to welcome a man's touch. Suddenly, here was Stephen, who had always seemed so remote and untouchable, taking her into the warm, rock-hard circle of his arms. And even as she let herself be carried away by the feel of him, she marveled at the unexpected gentleness concealed underneath his arrogant, possessive touch. She slid her hands around his neck and molded her body to his with a shudder of utter abandon. He smelled of starch and shaving soap and saddle leather, and his hair was soft against her fingertips. Stephen paused for a moment at the swiftness, the completeness of her response; then he gathered her fiercely to him. "Lovely," he murmured against her lips. Historical Historical Fiction Victorian New Orleans Heartfelt
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