Once he’d have died to possess her, now he just might…

Beautiful, headstrong young widow Destiny Rhodes was every Cornish man’s dream. Until Divers O’Roarke cursed her with ruin and walked out of Cornwall without a backwards glance. Now he’s not only back, he’s just won the only thing that hasn’t fallen down about her head—her ancestral home. The home, pride demands she throw herself in with, safe in the knowledge of one thing. Everything she touches withers to dust.

He’d cursed her with ruin.

Now she’d have him live with the spoils of her misfortune.

Though well versed in his dealings with smugglers and dead men, handsome rogue Divers O’Roarke is far from sure of his standing with Destiny Rhodes. He had no desire to win her, doesn’t want her in his house, but while he’s bent on the future, is there one when a passionate and deadly game of bluff ensues with the woman he once cursed? A game where no-one and nothing are what they seem. Him most of all.

And when everything she touches turns to dust, what will be his fate as passion erupts? Will laying past ghosts come at the highest price of all?

The Destiny of Divers O'Roarke

 Oh, all right the notion that she couldn’t give the name up was vastly overrated. Did people really think she wouldn’t and Divers O'Roarke would have to apply pliers to her teeth? When what she wanted was to get sewing her cushion covers and that? 


 Besides with a bit of luck, people round here might think he’d given Berryman’s name? Get himself lynched and that would certainly put paid to his plans for Divers O'Roarke Hall. She nodded. 


 If he thought he was getting any more he wasn't. Not right now anyway. She’d thrown herself in with the house after all. It wasn’t exactly edifying knowing all Divers O’Roarke wanted was the name of her supplier. When he was widowed, with no wife, who was not for discussion too? ? Nah. The thing was to dangle a certain amount of bait. 


 “Well, Destiny, I’m so glad you’ve finally decided to see sense.” 


CHAPTER FOURTEEN