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Authors: Sandra Marton

Until You

 

 

 

 

 

Until You

A Romantic Suspense Novel

The Special Author's Cut Edition

 

by

 

Sandra Marton

USA Today Bestselling Author

 

 

 

 

 

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ISBN: 978-1-61417-194-2

 

 

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Prologue

 

Paris, 2003

 

It was April in Paris the first time Miranda Beckman saw the City of Light but if there were chestnuts in blossom, their beauty was dimmed by the rain that fell from the dull pewter sky.

She tried to tell herself the weather wasn't an omen of things to come as she and Edouard emerged from the arrivals building at Orly Airport. A cruel wind cut through her denim jacket and she shivered a little.

Edouard put his arm around her.

"Are you cold,
ma petite?"
he said and when she nodded he laughed and said she'd be warm soon enough.

There was no mistaking what he meant. A day ago, even ten hours ago, the suggestive words, delivered in that wonderful accent, would have brought a rush of color to her cheeks and a racing sense of anticipation to her heart, but all that had changed during the flight from New York, while she and Edouard had sat crammed together in the five-across-the-row seats of a crowded Air France jet.

Somewhere over the Atlantic, the delicious excitement had started wearing off and doubts began creeping in. It had all seemed so romantic: slipping out of her dorm late at night and into Edouard's waiting arms, flying to Vegas, getting married by a justice of the peace who'd been too busy or too nearsighted to take a really good look at her birth certificate...

During the flight, she'd begun to wonder if they'd moved too fast.

Maybe she and Edouard should have driven to New York and confronted her mother. Eva might have understood.

Miranda tried to tell that to Edouard but he hushed her.

"Your mother would not have approved,
ma petite,
you know that as well as I."

He reminded her of all the things they'd already discussed. The huge difference in their ages. The difference in their nationalities. The fact that she hadn't finished school.

Miranda knew he was right, knew, too, that Eva would have started dredging up the past, rubbing her nose in all the other headstrong, stupid things she'd done. Not that marrying Edouard was one of them. Oh, no. Marrying him was the only truly intelligent thing she'd done in all her seventeen years.

Still, after they'd boarded the plane to Paris, as they flew into the night and the cabin lights dimmed, an uncomfortable silence settled over her. Edouard sensed it, put his arm around her and drew her close.

"Poor Miranda," he murmured, "you are exhausted. And who can blame you, my little treasure? If only the airline rules were not so ridiculous, we would be up front, sipping champagne."

She thought again of all the empty first class seats they'd passed on their way to the coach section, and how Edouard had explained that businesses made a habit of buying seats and then not using them.

Doubt crept into her thoughts again, which was stupid. Why on earth would her new husband lie about such a silly thing?

"Never mind the airline's champagne," he said, smoothing strands of her long black hair back behind her ears. "When we reach my
chateau,
we will drink all the champagne we want. Now, close your eyes, Miranda, and rest. I will help you to relax."

His kiss brushed her lips as lightly as a feather as he tucked the scratchy wool airline blanket over the both of them. Miranda sighed as she laid her head on his strong, comforting shoulder. Her doubts faded away.

This was why she loved Edouard, why she'd loved him almost from the day he'd first come to visit his cousin, her roommate at Miss Cooper's School for Young Ladies. It wasn't because he was so much older, or because he was sexy and gorgeous and an honest-to-goodness Count, or even because all the other girls in the dorm had gone green with envy at his obvious interest in her.

No, she thought, snuggling closer, she loved him because he so obviously loved her and cherished her as no one ever had.

Miranda's eyes shot open. Edouard's hand had snaked under the airline blanket, slipped under her T-shirt and beneath the waistband of her jeans. She struggled to sit up but his arm tightened around her.

"Sit still," he said softly.

"Edouard, no! What are you...?"

His hand moved again, almost as if it were not connected to him. It skimmed across her belly, intruded itself roughly between her thighs and cupped her innocence. Miranda gasped, tried to pull away, and his fingers tightened cruelly on her flesh.

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