Sapphire Legacy [Paperback]

B. C. Warren (Author)

Product Details

• Paperback
• Publisher: Zebra (January 1, 1987)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0821719793
• ISBN-13: 978-0821719794
• Product Dimensions: 6.8 x 4.1 x 1 inches
• Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,986,331 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars The Cambourne jewels gleamed with brilliance - and treachery..., March 16, 2006

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M. Valle "Book Diva" (Downey, CA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Sapphire Legacy (Paperback)

Hidden Fire - The Cambourne sapphires were the most exquisite jewels Catheine had ever seen. They were as brilliant as the stars in the Cornwall sky - and as treacherous as the rocky cliffs below. For the sapphires could only belong to the mistress of Castlefield Manor, a title that had met with nothing but tragedy in the past. And now the Cambourne legacy belonged to her...
Hidden Shadows - Forced into a loveless marriage with the aging Lord Charles Cambourne, Catherine was grateful for the heirloom jewels he draped around her neck, and for his kindly, undemanding protection. Without it, she would have been at the mercy of the jibes and accusations of Charles' family - not to mention the disturbing gleam in his heir's icy gaze. But Charles was an old man who could not live forever. . . especially since someone at Castlefield intended to make sure his young bride would never escape the deadly Sapphire Legacy.

Excerpt: In Danger's Embrace
"Aren't you ever pleasant to anyone?" I couldn't contain my disapproval of his arrogance any longer. As long as I was dancing with him, I might as well let him know what I thought of him.
Matthew laughed derisively. "And I suppose you are an expert on being pleasant."
"I have found it more rewarding to be nice to people than to be unkind," I said defiantly.
"I'll bet you have. Especially to old and vulnerable men."
"What do you mean by that?" Anger was rising in me.
"The fire in your eyes puts those gleaming sapphires around your neck to shame," he whispered. His hand pressed deeper into my back, forcing me closer. Even through all the petticoats, I could feel the strength of his muscled thigh against mine.
He smiled down at me, his eyes drawing me to him. I was lost and couldn't speak.
There was nothing and no one else, except Matthew and me, spinning around the floor...