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

 “I don’t think. I know. The funny thing is I also know what was in my head that night I cursed you. It was everything you cared about.” 


 "So I think that makes me safe enough, don’t you? Ennis too, if he's looking down from whichever little cloud it is he occupies. Sitting there all day with nothing better to do. Playing his little harp, singing his hosannas, the endless Hallejulah Choruses and ditties. Unless of course, he's not in heaven?” 


 “Because he outraged St. Peter when he married you.“ 


 “No. He never did.” She dropped her gaze but not before he saw what burned in her eyes. Ah, the hits he scored here. “He loved me.” 


 “I could have loved you. Any of the men round here could have loved you. But that wasn't good enough.” 


CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE