She eased it from his shoulders, her hands splayed across his chest, her fingers curling in a mat of dark hair. She moved toward him, hands outstretched, lips parted in a slight smile and held his gaze as she released the last three buttons on his shirt. His gaze drifted downward to the fiery nest of curls between her legs and he knew this goddess from heaven would indeed rescue him from his own private hell. Her hair hung down her back in a red-gold display of fire and sunshine. The light from the candle flickered along her body, casting golden shadows over her naked skin. His fingers shook as he inched the nightgown from her shoulders and let it land in a white heap at her feet. His gaze followed the jagged edges of thin material ending just below her navel. A pink nipple peaked out from the edge of the fabric. Her gown hung open, torn down the middle to reveal a generous expanse of creamy breast. “Then you shall have me, my husband,” she murmured, pulling away. Her throaty laugh scorched him with need. “I want you,” he said, bunching her nightgown in his hand and dragging it up. Alexander groaned and pulled her closer, nestling her hips between his thighs. Her arms circled his middle and she met his mouth in a hot, hungry kiss that spoke of passion and promise. She smiled, a brilliant smile filled with love and desire. “Show me your love, Francie.” He bent toward her, his voice thick with emotion. He released his hold on her and cupped her face in his hands. What if he did the unthinkable and opened himself up to her? Just a crack, giving her a sliver of trust? What then? Could he do that? Would she accept the meager offering or would she demand more? He was so damned tired of waging this battle against himself and these feelings that clamored inside, begging for release. “Trust me and my love will make you the strongest man in the world.”įrancie’s words pounded in Alexander’s brain, her promises coursing through every nerve in his body. “Trust me,” she whispered against his lips. “You bring me to my knees.” He buried his hands in her hair and pulled her to him. “And don’t refuse me.” She touched her mouth to his. “Don’t avoid me.” Her lips trailed down his face to his chin. Don’t ignore me,” she whispered, leaning up on tiptoe to brush a kiss against his scar. She set the candle on the mantel and circled her arms around his neck. He hesitated a second, then reached out and traced her lips with his finger. “I won’t betray you,” she murmured, trailing her finger along the jagged path of his scar. Trust me.” He turned toward her and she stroked his stubbled chin. “If you keep running from your feelings, you’ll be a tortured man all of your life. Unfortunately, not everyone wishes to see a union between Francie and Alexander, and they will stop at nothing to keep this couple apart.īook One: A Taste of Seduction (Francie & Alexander’s story)īook Two: A Touch of Seduction: a novella (Ariana & Jason’s story)īook Three: A Scent of Seduction (Julia & Jon’s story)īook Four: A Breath of Seduction (Sophie & Holt’s story)īook Five: A Dash of Seduction (Madeline & Douglas’s story)īonus Material: Included in this eBook is a sample of A Touch of Seduction, An Unlikely Husband, Book 2.He turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. Indeed, they have nothing in common but an undeniable desire for one another they can’t ignore, and an ailing “father” who will employ any means to bring them together. He believes in keeping a safe distance from anything that resembles an emotion. She believes in love, second chances, and happily ever after. He won’t loosen his cravat unless the bedroom door is firmly closed. A young woman of noble blood, raised as a peasant girl…Īn orphaned stable boy, now grown and the surrogate son of a powerful earl-the same earl who just so happens to be the young woman’s father…įrancie Jordan and Alexander Bishop have nothing in common-she runs barefoot and talks to animals.
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