Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
When Caitlyn O'Connor lost her fiancée to the Continental Army,
she didn't realize how close the British would come and infiltrate
themselves into her life. But the dragoon led by the notorious Colonel
William Barrington sets up camp right on her property. Politically naive,
she is taught the rules of war by the dangerous colonel whose brutal tactics
and questionable morals are scandalous. Now under his constant scrutiny,
will she fall for his seductions or continue to embrace her father's
beliefs?
William Barrington was taught at a young age never to let anyone get the
best of him, so when a beautiful colonial woman catches his attention, he
fights the attraction with accusing suspicions and condemning innuendos.
However, he soon realizes that his biggest enemy is right under his nose and
is threatening not only him, but the woman he loves.
Genre: Historical Romance
Theme: Forced Seduction
Length: 99,000 words
"An active imagination and love for writing has produced my first
novel. Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
is a story about behaviors that
often lead to controversial circumstances. The main male character is
extremely flawed, a hero who is somewhat unlikable to most who know him. He
is harsh, manipulative, and an uncertain villain. Yet, there is something in
his demeanor that makes you cheer him on to win the girl and catch the bad
guys."
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Lenore ~ |
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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN
HEAVEN AND HELL
ISBN: 1-60601-070-0
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REVIEWS
for Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
4 Stars:
"Filled with political
intrigue, deception, betrayal, and deep
emotions, Somewhere Between Heaven and
Hell is sure to please fans of
historical romance."
—Debra Gaynor, Review Your Book
EXCERPT 1
“Good afternoon, Miss O’Connor,” he said in his crisp accent.
“Good afternoon, Colonel Barrington. Did you have a pleasant day?” she
asked innocently, all the while sweeping.
“As a matter of fact, I did. I came across a few more conspirators and
managed to appropriately detain them before they did much
damage.”
Not missing a beat she responded, “Oh, did you murder them, too?”
“It’s not murder when spies to the crown are allowed to roam free
causing harm to the king’s subjects.”
“Did you ever think that maybe it is you who is causing the harm?”
“Do I detect colonial sympathies in your statement?” he asked just as
calmly as he uncrossed his arms and walked a few steps closer to
her.
Caitlyn stopped her sweeping and looked him squarely in the eyes. “If I
did, would you execute me too?”
Barrington didn’t respond immediately, but closed the distance between
them a little more. “Careful,” he warned.
Caitlyn could feel her heart speeding up as he stopped directly in front
of her.
“Careful of what?”
“I’ve cautioned you to watch your mouth,” He shifted his eyes down to
her lips and back up to meet her eyes again. He picked up a dark
lock of hair that lay on her shoulder and twisted it around his
finger. “If you are unable to hold your tongue, I just may have
to hold it for you.”
Caitlyn swallowed the lump that formed in her mouth. “And how would you
do that?”
“Would you like me to show you?”
Caitlyn felt like she could barely breathe. Her eyes were locked onto
his and she thought that her heart would surely beat out of her
chest it was pounding so fast. She couldn’t respond. The
blueness of his eyes was mesmerizing as she was totally
transfixed by his gaze. As he closed the remaining inches
between them, she brought her hand up to push him away, but as
her hand touched his chest, it stilled. She could feel his heart
beating also, and the sensation made her press her hand closer
to him. He brought his other hand up to the back of her head and
intertwined it through her dark hair, pulling her towards him
slowly. Their lips touched briefly before both jerked their
heads back. They looked into each other’s eyes for a second and
Caitlyn could see that the impact shocked him as much as it did
her. Before she could protest further contact, he brought his
lips down on hers and thrust his tongue in her mouth. All
thought left her as his tongue leisurely devoured hers. The kiss
seemed like it went on forever, and when he released her and
took a step away, she could do nothing but stand there.
“That, my dear, is what happens when a beautiful woman baits
me,” he said as he turned and walked into the house.
EXCERPT 2
The anguish was evident on his face. Caitlyn almost felt like reaching
out to him but held back. She watched him struggle with his
emotions and she wasn’t sure if he’d lash out or burst into
tears. That’s when she saw the door. He had never completely
closed it and it stood slightly ajar.
“When did it happen?” he finally managed to say.
“This morning. I got here as fast as I could.”
Caitlyn had cautiously crept towards the door as they spoke, not wanting
to pull attention to herself, she stopped every few feet
checking to see if he noticed her movements.
“Oh, God!” he said putting is head in his hands.
Taking it as her cue, she bolted out the door and ran down the hill
ignoring the calling of her name. As she neared the oak tree,
she stumbled on an exposed root, falling flat on her face.
Crying out, she attempted to get back on her feet but was not
quick enough before Richard reached her. Roughly yanking her up
by her arms, he pulled her to the oak tree. Holding the back of
her head, he forced her to look at their initials carved by them
so long ago.
“Why don’t you remember us? Why can’t you see the disease that he is
spreading?”
He tightened his grip on her head pushing it closer to the tree. Caitlyn
placed her hands up with opposing force so that she wouldn’t get
her face smashed. The creek sounded loud to her ears and it took
a minute for her to realize that what she thought was water
running over rocks was really the galloping of hooves. From her
pinned position, she saw them suddenly surrounded by the green
uniforms of the dragoon. A few sobs escaped from her lips and
she tried to still them when she heard his voice from behind
her.
“Get your hands off of my wife.”
It was said clearly and with deadly force, his crisp accent accentuating
each word. She felt the pressure abruptly off her head as two
soldiers stepped forward, wrenching his grasp of her away. She
sobbed again looking over at him with sadness.
“Come here, Caitlyn.”
The order was said with the same amount of authority as the other and
Caitlyn continued to stare at Richard.
“Don’t,” he said.
She slowly shook her head walking backwards until she finally
turned to look at her husband who was off his horse only a few
inches away. A cloud descended over his face as he took in her
bruised cheek, tenderly touching it with two fingers. It was all
the prompting she needed before launching herself into his arms,
wrapping them tightly around his neck. His left arm possessively
held her about the waist and she could feel him move his right
arm upwards away from her. She knew without looking what he was
holding.
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