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

Touch him. Turn him to dust. Get back to her room. Shut the door. Sleep. Eat. Face the day ahead. Touch him. Turn him to dust. As she ran her tongue over what appeared to be glass paper stuck to her lips—enough to make her gag--Destiny fought to focus on the words hammering at her eyelids, along with the cold grey shaft of light demanding immediate entry. 


 Morning. It was morning. How could it be morning? Anything approaching it either when she was lying here fit to win the sleep for Cornwall competition? She forced her eyes open. Then she snapped them shut again. 


CHAPTER TWENTY SIX