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Catherine had saved Lord Michael Kenyon on the battlefields of Europe. Now, she is standing in his London drawing room asking him to pretend to be her mate. Catherine is in line to inherit a title, an ancient home, and heritage--if she arrives on the Island of Skoal with her husband, who unbeknownst to Michael is dead.

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Mary Jo Putney

Shattered Rainbows

Prologue

London

June 1816

She needed a husband, and she needed one fast.

Choking back a hysterical laugh, Catherine Melbourne glanced over her shoulder at the building she had just left. The sight of the solicitor's office instantly sobered her.

This was not a dream. In the last half hour, she had acquired a grandfather she'd never heard of, and the chance for a legacy that would make all the difference in the world. Instead of having to seek employment that would barely support her and Amy, there would be enough money to live in comfort. There was also an ancient home, an island, a heritage. Her daughter would have the future she deserved. There would be responsibilities as well, but that was all right. Catherine had been bearing heavy responsibilities all her life.

There was only one problem. She must convince her newfound grandfather that she and her husband were worthy of being the next Lord and Lady of Skoal. She felt hysteria rising again, this time without laughter. What could she do?

Her mouth tightened. It was perfectly obvious that she was going to lie. The time to admit that Colin had recently died had been in Mr. Harwell's office. But the solicitor had said bluntly that her grandfather would not consider Catherine as his sole heir. Torquil Penrose, the twenty-seventh Laird of Skoal, did not believe a woman worthy of ruling his island. She would have to find a man to play the role of her husband, and do the job well enough to persuade her dying grandfather to designate her as his heir. But who could she ask?

The answer came immediately: Lord Michael Kenyon.

He had been a good friend, with the vital qualification that he had never fancied himself in love with her. At their last meeting, he had also given her carte blanche to call on him if she ever needed help.

She knew exactly where to find him. As the son of a duke and a war hero, he was mentioned regularly in the society news. Lord M- K- is in town for the Season as a guest of the Earl and Countess of S-. Lord M- K-- was seen riding in the park with Miss F-. Lord.M- K- escorted the lovely Lady A- to the opera. Catherine had read the notices compulsively.

If Michael was willing to help, she would have to spend considerable time with him, which meant rigidly controlling her feelings. But she had managed that the previous spring in Brussels. She could do it again.

Far worse was the fact that she would have to lie to him. Michael felt that he owed her a great debt. If he learned that she was a widow in dire financial straits, it was possible, even probable, that he would think the best assistance he could offer was marriage. The thought gave her a peculiar fluttering sensation somewhere under her ribs.

But Michael would never accept the kind of marriage she had had with Colin. No normal man would. Nor could she reveal her horrible failing; the mere thought made her stomach knot. It would be simplest, and safest, to let him think Colin was still alive.

It was a long walk to Mayfair. By the time she got there, she would have her lies ready.

After a day full of wretched shocks, Michael Kenyon walked into Strathmore House and was given a card by the butler. "There is a lady waiting to see you, my lord."

Michael's immediate reaction was unprintable. Then he glanced at the card. Mrs. Colin Melbourne.

Good God, Catherine. It only needed that. Yet the thought that she was here, under this roof, made him so impatient that he barely took time to ask where she was waiting. As soon as the butler replied, Michael strode to the small salon and swung the door open. "Catherine?"

She was gazing out the window, but she turned as he entered. The simple style of her dark hair and her modest gray gown only emphasized her beauty.

When they had parted, he had uttered a silent prayer that they would never meet again. He had spent considerable time and energy in the last year trying to forget her. Yet now that she was here, he didn't give a damn how much it would cost him later; seeing her was like a breath of fresh air in a coal mine.

She said uncertainly, "I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Michael."

He spent a moment mastering himself, then crossed the room. "Are we on such formal terms, Catherine?" he said easily. "It's good to see you. You're as lovely as ever."

He caught her hands, and for a precarious instant he feared he would do something unforgivable. The moment passed and he gave her a light kiss on the cheek. The kiss of a friend.

Releasing her hands, he withdrew to a safe distance. "How is Amy?" Deliberately he forced himself to add, "And Colin?"

Catherine smiled. "Amy is wonderful. You'd scarcely know her. I swear she's grown three inches since last spring. Colin-" she hesitated briefly, "is still in France."

Her tone was neutral, as it always was when she referred to her husband. Michael admired her quiet dignity. "I'm forgetting my manners," he said. "Please, sit down. I'll ring for tea."

She looked down at her clasped hands. Her profile had the sweet clarity of a Renaissance saint. "I'd better state my piece first. I need some rather unusual aid. You-you may want to throw me out when you hear what it is."

"Never," he said quietly. "I owe you my life, Catherine. You can ask anything of me."

"You give me more credit than I deserve." She looked up, her amazing aqua eyes piercing in their frame of dark lashes. "I'm afraid that that I need a husband. A temporary husband."

BOOK I The Road to Hell

Chapter 1

Salamanca, Spain

June 1812

The white-haired surgeon wiped his forehead wearily, leaving a smear of blood, as he studied the man on the crude operating table. "You certainly made a mess of yourself, Captain," the surgeon said with a distinct Scottish burr. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to block a charge of grapeshot with your chest?"

" 'Fraid not," Lord Michael Kenyon said in a strained whisper. "At Oxford, they teach the classics rather than practical matters. Maybe I should have gone to the new military college."

"It will be a real challenge to see if I can pick all the bits out," the surgeon said with macabre cheer. "Have some brandy. Then I'll get to work."

An orderly held a bottle to Michael's lips. He forced himself to consume as much of the fiery liquid as possible. A pity there wasn't time or brandy enough to get seriously drunk.

When Michael finished drinking, the surgeon slashed away the remnants of his patient's jacket and shirt. "You were amazingly lucky, Captain. If the French gunners had loaded the powder right, there wouldn't be enough pieces of you left to identify."

There was an ugly sound of metal scraping on metal. Then the surgeon wrenched a ball from Michael's shoulder. The resultant blaze of agony made the whole world darken. Michael bit his lip until it bled. Before the surgeon could strike again, he asked haltingly, "The battle-is it won?"

"I believe so. They say the French are haring away at full speed. Your lads have done it again." The surgeon began digging at the next buried fragment.

It was a relief to surrender to the blackness.

Michael returned to awareness imperfectly, floating in a sea of agony that numbed his senses and hazed his vision. Every breath sent stiletto-sharp pains stabbing through his chest and lungs. He was lying on a straw pallet in the corner of a barn that had been commandeered for a field hospital. It was dark, and fretful pigeons cooed from the rafters, complaining about the invasion of their home.

Judging by the mingled groans and labored breathing, the earthen floor must be covered almost elbow to elbow with wounded men. The scorching Spanish noonday heat had been replaced by the bitter cold of night. There was a scratchy blanket over his bandaged torso, but he didn't need it, for he was burning with the fever of infection, and a thirst worse than the pain.

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