Jewels of the Night Series
France, 1942. The world is at war. The Nazis have stolen the infamous blue diamond, Le Coeur Bleu, intending to barter it for weapons that will destroy the Allies. Jewel thief Hunter Smith is given a choice: help the French Resistance steal back the diamond and avenge the death of his best friend, or stay locked up in an English prison. He chooses revenge.
Resistance fighter Madeleine Bertrand's husband died when he was betrayed by Hunter Smith. How can she now pretend to be married to the arrogant American? How can she betray Jean Philippe's memory by her passionate response to Hunter's kisses?
Neither is prepared for the maelstrom of attraction that erupts between them. To survive they must uncover the mysteries of the past and conquer the dangers of the present. But first Madeleine must decide whether her loyalties lie with her dead husband and the Resistance or with the greatest love of her life.
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"I said in the letter that you had not worked as a gardener before, so he is not expecting you to know the difference between a delphinium and a dianthus." Monsieur Gagnon poured milk onto his porridge. "But he is expecting you to work hard. If you don't, you could be fired, or your cover could be blown."
"I can manage."
"The job might require a little more than sticking a shovel in the ground occasionally and spreading a bit of manure," Madeleine said. The others turned to stare at her.
She immediately regretted her sarcastic remark, regretted throwing his words in his face. She shouldn't let this man get to her, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. They needed to work together for the sake of the mission. But she hated him. After what he'd done to Jean Philippe...
Hunter's gaze locked with hers, and the heat of his anger scorched her clear across the room. She refused to back down from the challenge in his stare. She'd be damned if she'd let him intimidate her.
"Madeleine, enough." Monsieur Gagnon spoke sharply. "Regardless of your feelings, we need him. He is our only hope for getting the diamond out of the hands of the Nazis."
He was right. If they couldn't steal le Coeur Bleu, Jean Philippe would have died for nothing. She couldn't let that happen.
She inhaled deeply and looked away. "All right. We'll work together."
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