Historical Romance
Date Published: eBook - August 27, 2015 / Paperback - September 24, 2015
Published By: Momentum (Pan Macmillan)
Colonel Gabriel de Laurent departed for the war intending to die.
After a decade of bloodstained battlegrounds while fighting in Napoleon's army, Gabriel returns to the streets of Paris a shattered and haunted soul. Plagued by inner demons, he swallows the barrel of his flintlock pistol and pulls the trigger.
But fate has a different plan.
Ariah Larochelle is a survivor. Orphaned at twelve and victim to a devastating crime, she has learned to keep her back to walls and to trust no one. But when she finds a gravely injured soldier washed up on the River Seine, she's moved by compassion. In spite of her reservations, she rescues him from the icy water and brings him into her home.
Now scarred inside and out, Gabriel discovers a kindred spirit in Ariah—and feelings he imagined lost forever reawaken as he observes her strength in the face of adversity. But when Ariah's own lethal secrets unfold, their new love is threatened by ancient ghosts. Can Gabriel and Ariah find hope in the wreckage of their pasts—or will the cycle of history repeat again?
Perfect for fans of Gaelen Foley's Lord of Ice and Judith James's Broken Wing, Finding Gabriel features all the dark romance, searing passion, and historical intrigue of The Phantom of the Opera and Les Misérables.
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Ariah stood beneath the immeasurable night sky as she
admired the breathtaking view. She lost herself within the constellations,
allowing those luxurious diamond strands to coil around her heart. Numberless
stars reflected within the Seine’s glassy surface and set the water afire.
Breathing deeply, Ariah reached out and folded her hands atop the stone balustrade.
This is where she’d found him. Her heart picked up speed as
memories of that fateful night invaded her mind and body. Down below, water
lapped against the embankment and infused the atmosphere with a soothing lull.
A flashback of Gabriel’s motionless form materialized within the shadows . . .
and Ariah’s chest constricted as she relived his every kiss and touch.
Then –
A gentle pressure whispered against her back. Gabriel’s
unique aroma filled her spirit while strong arms enfolded her from behind. Somehow,
some way, she’d known he’d be here tonight.
She sighed deeply and relaxed within his protective
embrace. One hand lost itself in her curls and delicately sifted through the
strands; the other applied subtle pressure to the base of her spine in a ghostlike
caress. Breathless and at peace, she spiraled into a decadent trance. She drank
in each sensation . . . the mesmerizing caress of his fingertips against her
scalp, the wind’s crisp breath, the Seine’s haunting lamentations . . .
Gabriel brushed away the swarm of curls, exposing her ear
to the night, and breathed against the fine cartilage. This was the moment
she’d feared for weeks – the moment of their parting. Then he sang to her – his
voice rich, warm, and sultry, and all other thoughts fell away.
“The
gentle breath of winter sings,
It
cools my brow and furls my wings.
And
when the dusk at last descends,
I
shall keep my hope, steel my heart, for never will thy love depart.
Now
you are come all my grief is gone,
Let us
forget those nights that never dawned.”
The rich cadence of his voice seduced her into calmness.
Fighting to hold back tears, she rotated in his arms, never once leaving the
security of his embrace. Indeed, she’d stay with him until the very end – and
they wouldn’t part a moment sooner. She tilted her chin up and met his
expressive gaze. The nearby oil lamp shone brightly behind Gabriel,
silhouetting his strained features. She directed his body to the side, needing
to see his eyes, directing the shadows from his face.
“You remember.”
Gabriel shook his head while a riot of emotions crossed his
features. “I shall never forget.”
Though this story takes a bit (not that it's boring just complex) it's a good read. You are pulled into Gabriel's darkest hour and how hopeless he thinks his life has become. Then he is pulled back into Ariah's small world and everything that she struggles to live for. The past is a tangled mess for both of them but as they untangle each others they learn to love themselves and maybe how to really love someone. This story has so much thought sunk into it that you see the characters as 'real' and you can't help but to keep reading.
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Her movements ceased. The words struck a chord deep inside her chest. She connected her gaze with his and was rendered speechless by the naked anguish in his stare. Regret and desire were etched in every line of his face – but what stole her breath was something entirely different. For the second time, it was neither anger nor resentment that radiated from his eyes, but a longing so intense that it nearly overwhelmed her: hope.
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