Marguerite Kaye - The Soldier's Rebel Lover

COMRADES IN ARMS

War heroes, heartbreakers … husbands?

The close friendship between Lieutenant Colonel Jack Trestain and Major Finlay Urquhart was forged in the heat of Waterloo’s battlefield.

Famed for their daring and courage, these are Wellington’s most elite soldiers, but now they’re facing their biggest challenge yet—falling in love!

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The Soldier’s Dark Secret

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The Soldier’s Rebel Lover

the second instalment of this fabulously intense and dramatic duet from Marguerite Kaye!

Praise for Marguerite Kaye Praise Title Page About the Author Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Epilogue Historical Note Extract Copyright

‘A poignant, sensual historical romance that kept me reading late into the night.’

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‘Daring. Dangerous. Delightful. Kaye’s new Regency romance is a riveting and thrilling adventure.’

—RT Book Reviews on Outrageous Confessions of Lady Deborah

The Soldier’s Rebel Lover

Marguerite Kaye

www.millsandboon.co.uk

MARGUERITE KAYEwrites hot historical romances from her home in cold and usually rainy Scotland. Featuring Regency rakes, Highlanders and sheikhs, she has published almost thirty books and novellas. When she’s not writing she enjoys walking, cycling (but only on the level), gardening (but only what she can eat) and cooking. She also likes to knit and occasionally drink martinis (though not at the same time). Find out more on her website: margueritekaye.com.

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Introduction COMRADES IN ARMS War heroes, heartbreakers … husbands? The close friendship between Lieutenant Colonel Jack Trestain and Major Finlay Urquhart was forged in the heat of Waterloo’s battlefield. Famed for their daring and courage, these are Wellington’s most elite soldiers, but now they’re facing their biggest challenge yet—falling in love! If you enjoyed The Soldier’s Dark Secret you’ll love The Soldier’s Rebel Lover the second instalment of this fabulously intense and dramatic duet from Marguerite Kaye!

Praise Praise for Marguerite Kaye Praise Title Page About the Author Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Epilogue Historical Note Extract Copyright ‘A poignant, sensual historical romance that kept me reading late into the night.’ —Romance Junkies on Rumours that Ruined a Lady ‘Kaye offers up another sexy romp … with characters who stay with fans long after the last page.’ —RT Book Reviews on Unwed and Unrepentant ‘Each novella is a passionate love story in its own right; each a testament that love can survive everything— even war.’ —RT Book Reviews on Never Forget Me ‘Daring. Dangerous. Delightful. Kaye’s new Regency romance is a riveting and thrilling adventure.’ —RT Book Reviews on Outrageous Confessions of Lady Deborah

Title Page The Soldier’s Rebel Lover Marguerite Kaye www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author MARGUERITE KAYE writes hot historical romances from her home in cold and usually rainy Scotland. Featuring Regency rakes, Highlanders and sheikhs, she has published almost thirty books and novellas. When she’s not writing she enjoys walking, cycling (but only on the level), gardening (but only what she can eat) and cooking. She also likes to knit and occasionally drink martinis (though not at the same time). Find out more on her website: margueritekaye.com .

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Epilogue

Historical Note

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

Basque Country, Spain —July 1813

Major Finlay Urquhart of the Ninety-Second Regiment of Foot scanned the rough terrain through the eyepiece of his field telescope, his senses on full alert. ‘Got ye!’ he whispered to himself with grim satisfaction.

The French arms dump was partially concealed, set in the lee of a nearby hillock. It was obviously a large cache and therefore a strategically important discovery, especially if it could be destroyed before Wellington began his siege of the nearby fortress at San Sebastian. There were no guards present that he could discern, but they could not be far away, and might return at any time. The French army was severely stretched in the aftermath of the Battle of Vitoria, where they had sustained heavy losses, but even against their presumably depleted defences, any planned assault on the arms cache would carry significant risk, since it was located some distance behind enemy lines.

As was he, Finlay reminded himself. The light was fading fast, and with it any chance of making it back to base tonight, for his journey would take him through some treacherous and hostile terrain. It would be much more prudent to hole up for the night under cover in the small, heavily wooded copse a couple of miles distant where he’d tethered his horse.

‘Aye, and Prudence is my middle name, right enough,’ Finlay muttered to himself. Despite the perilous nature of his situation, he couldn’t help grinning at his own joke. With any luck, he could be back in camp and feasting on a hot breakfast not long after sunrise.

He could not have said what it was that put him on his guard. A change in the quality of the silence, perhaps. Maybe the fact that the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. A sense, acute and undeniable, that he was not alone. Definitely. Finlay’s hand moved automatically to the holster that held his pistol, but the failing light, and fear of the sound it would make when he primed it, made him hesitate and reach instead for his dirk, the lethal Scottish dagger he carried in his belt.

His ears pricked, Finlay listened intently. A faint scrabbling was coming from the ditch on the other side of the rough track. A rat? No, it sounded like something much larger. He waited on high alert, crouched in his own ditch, and was rewarded by the faint outline of a man’s head peering cautiously out. No cap, but it could only be a French sentry, for who else would be concealed here, so close to the arms cache? He could wait it out and pray he was not discovered, but sixteen years in the army had taught Finlay the value of the pre-emptive strike. Taking the sgian-dubh , the other, shorter dagger he carried tucked into his hose, in his other hand, he launched himself at the enemy.