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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Friday, 22 November 2013

Shadowed in Silk by Christine Lindsay

Shadowed in Silk Book 1 of the series Twilight of the British Raj by Christine Lindsay

She was invisible to those who should have loved her.

After the Great War, Abby Fraser returns to India with her small son, where her husband is stationed with the British army. She has longed to go home to the land of glittering palaces and veiled women . . . but Nick has become a cruel stranger. It will take more than her American pluck to survive.

Major Geoff Richards, broken over the loss of so many of his men in the trenches of France, returns to his cavalry post in Amritsar. But his faith does little to help him understand the ruthlessness of his British peers toward the Indian people he loves. Nor does it explain how he is to protect Abby Fraser and her child from the husband who mistreats them.

Amid political unrest, inhospitable deserts, and Russian spies, tensions rise in India as the people cry for the freedom espoused by Gandhi. Caught between their own ideals and duty, Geoff and Abby stumble into sinister secrets . . . secrets that will thrust them out of the shadows and straight into the fire of revolution.

The gun exploded into sound . . . Abby’s breath went shallow. But it wasn’t from the shot.
“There now,” Geoff said. “. . . you did fine . . . for a beginner.” He talked in that soothing voice he used with Eshana, the children at the mission . . . and her. Just one of the many.
But she wanted more from Geoff. Wanted him to help her at night to tuck Cam into bed, and his gentle smile as they watched her son go to sleep. Wanted him to hold her.
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. But God would never allow that.
Each muscle along her spine uncoiled. She steadied her breathing and checked the breeze, adjusted her aim, and squeezed the trigger. She shot back the bolt and emptied the spent cartridge onto the ground. Sliding the bolt in, a fresh cartridge in place, she rapidly emptied the MK III.
Every inch of her skin warmed in Geoff’s silent awe as the last shot reverberated in ever decreasing waves.  With her whole being she yearned to love this good man. But because of his impossible standards, she would have to hide her love from him. Get rid of his big brother forbearance before it shred her heart further.
He followed her out of the clearing. Before they reached the campsite he put out a hand to stop her. “Why didn’t you tell me, Abby?”
She brushed the hair from her eyes. “I just did.”
He shook his head. “I suppose you did. Are you as proficient with a handgun?”
She nodded.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, indicating they go on. When he withdrew his hand, a piece of her heart felt as though it fell to the ground, spent.


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