Devon Price and Sarah Mcmay

   For some people falling in love is simple. It feels fanciful to them or even mystical.  In a dim lit room filled with strangers, she is suddenly struck with the warm sensations of butterflies that flutter up from deep within. One is not able to help but gaze at the cause across the room from them. For others, falling in love can be confusing and at times torturous. The desire to reach out and touch the one that consumes their every thought drives them to madness. Feelings of desperation and a burning need, to just once, be able to feel her lips on his for a brief moment in time. Just one kiss, one small gentle graze of one's lips on the others, an intimate suspension in time giving into the soft whispers of surrender that calls out in the night.

   Devon Price and Sarah Mcmay feel a desire for one another they have never felt before. The tension between them is felt by everyone in the room when they are together. One dreams of love and the other resists it.

   

   Sarah finds herself in an impossible situation now that her father has passed away. She needs help escaping the clutches of her greedy uncle and turns to Devon for help. Little did she know he was going to capture her heart and then walk away? Had she known what fate lies ahead for her, Sarah would have never allowed him to kiss her.

   

   Devon promised Sarah's father Benjamin, he would look after Sarah before his friend and business partner was murdered. Devon had not seen Sarah in years and when he did, she took his breath away. Devon is willing to protect Sarah at any price, almost. As Devon realizes he is falling in love with her, he does his best to pull back from Sarah. As he soon finds out this is an impossible task. He wants her but is bound by a promise to help her, not seduce her. He cannot endure the torture of being in the same room with her and yet he cannot leave her unsecure from who is after her. 

   

   Sarah believes he will never love her and tries letting him go. She is left confused and heartbroken. He kisses her then pushes her away. He touches her in ways she never dreamed could happen and then leaves with no word of his whereabouts to a sole for days.

   In a final moment of unbearable heartache, she breaks down and Devon is left realizing what he has done to her. Sarah's pain is visible all over her face, streaming through in her tears, and trembling through her body before him at his feet.

   He cannot take his words back that he befell on her. He cannot undo the unforgiveable hurt he has caused her. He makes an astonishing decision. The only one he can live with.

   Will Devon listen to the soft whispers of desire his body is calling out for? As he gazes into Sarah's eyes that are filled with all the hope for love, will he turn away from her? Or, will Devon Price find himself Surrendering his heart and soul to the woman he loves, risking what he believes to be too great?

Surrendering

Surrendering

Surrendering

Prologue

   Edwards entered the room and cleared his throat with an odd sound of sorts. Sarah did not draw her attention away from the book she was writing. Edwards observed her ink stained fingers and took in a deep breath.

   "Hum," Sarah mindlessly answered.

   "Lady Sarah there is an officer her to speak with you," Edward said.

   "Very well Edward. I will only need but another few minutes to-"

   "Lady Sarah this cannot wait. It concerns...your father." He took a few steps towards Sarah sitting behind her writing desk. Her gaze flew to him. "I will escort him in." Edward then turned slowly and left the room.

   Sarah rose from her desk and began wiping her fingers feverishly, stained with ink. She noticed her hands had begun to tremble. Sarah bit up her bottom lip as the realization of Edward's tone was setting in now.

   Edward emerged through the doorway followed by a young officer who was removing his hat. Mary, Sarah's maid slipped in behind him, doing her best to disappear into the background of the wood paneled wall.

   "You are Lady Sarah Mcmay I presume?" The young officer asked.

   "I am sir." Sarah heard the fear in her own quivering voice.

   "Lady Mcmay, I have some unfortunate news to discuss with you concerning your father Benjamin Mcmay."

   Sarah does not recall much from that point forward. The next six months were but a blur in time for her. The life that she once found comfort and loving security in...Is gone forever, only to be replaced with the company of her father's brother Lester Mcmay and his unfortunate looking assistant Sylvester Collins.

   Her days are long and spent doing her best to avoid Collins and his grabby hands. The night of November 03, 1798 was the result of Sarah's unsuccessful attempts at avoiding Collins and his demanding grasps on her body. He had cornered her in the kitchen late that night. The estate was quit and still. She knew better than to leave her room after a certain hour at night for this very reason alone.

   As Sarah stood with her back to the entrance of the kitchen, she heard a clicking on the floor behind her. She froze and hoped that he might over look her in the dark that engulfed the room. The scent of his cologne waffled in the room around her. It was a foul smell of wax and misty musk from the cellar. The potent odor lingered in every room long after his departure from it. She wondered sometimes what his time was occupied with below her feet.

   "Click, click, click," his cane marked the floor with an echo as he purposely struck it with force against the tile.

   Sarah immediately turned to face him. "What do you want Collins?"

   "Ha ha ha. Now is that any way to address your future husband Sarah?" Collins said as he drew closer to her. He stopped about four feet from her and gawked at her body as he licked his lips repeatedly.

   Sarah's stomach began to curdle at the thought of him touching her in any way. She watched his beady black eyes scan over her breasts and down to her hips. His thin small frame of a body began to hunch forward slightly.

   "I would rather be locked in the cellar and die chained to the wall than marry you."

   Collins smiled at her with an excited evil grin. Almost as if, she had given him an idea. "Your avoidance of me is growing tiresome Sarah. The game of cat and mouse is over. You see Sarah; I grow impatient when I don't get what I want." Collins slammed the bottom of his cane to the tile floor breaking it into large pieces at his feet.

   Sarah jumped at his roaring sudden rage. Collins then lunged towards her took a hold of the upper arms. He bit her on the neck as he pushed himself on to her body, causing Sarah to fall to the ground.

   Collins placed his cane against Sarah's throat and said, "You are only making this painful for yourself. Although I do not mind watching, you suffer. I actually find myself growing pleasured by it.

   The pressure from his cane was making it almost impossible to draw in air. Sarah heard a loud clank and Collins fell off to the side of her body on the floor.

   Sarah looked up to see Edward standing over her with a large heavy fry pan in his hands.

   "Lady Sarah are you injured?" He held out his hand to help her up.

   "No," she said. As she stood, her tears began to run down her cheeks. She had not even been aware she was crying.

   "I have arranged for a driver to take you to Lady Wilcox home, but you must hurry."

   Sarah heard Collins begin to stir on the floor at her feet.

"What will become of you Edward? I cannot possible leave you."

   "You can and you will." Edward took Sarah by the hand and guided her to the front doors. He placed her in the carriage and told the driver to ride hard.

   As the carriage pulled away from Edward, Sarah placed her hand to the chilled glass pane of the small square window. Sarah watched him until his image grew too small to see. She closed her eyes and shouted, "Stop!" to the driver. "I have changed my mind and need to be taken somewhere else."

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