Historical Romance
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …He kissed her. “You’re not just adorable. You’re amazing.” He stopped, sobering. “I already started the rumor that I took you, Alana. That’s not going to settle well with our request.” “You said I was living with you.” He winced. “I may have given you the short version of what…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …Jennifer lifted her head finally. Her hair was sticking to her face and tears streaked her cheeks. That bare shoulder was taunting him. He felt trapped again between feeling her fear and her pain, and wanting, to be completely honest, to dry her tears by laying her in bed and…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …He liked that; he wanted to see her blush some more for him, wanted to see all of her face free of the swelling and the bruising—flushed with desire instead. Damn. What had he told Lizzy, that he had no plans to seduce Jennifer? He’d never had a noblewoman, something…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …He hated even the thought of her knowing such things; would rather she’d been completely sheltered, as she should have been. He would have loved to have had a clean slate of her, no fear, no misunderstandings. Just their bodies, and how they could make each other feel… 😮Want more?…
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…What was he going to do with Jennifer? He was going to keep her. Matthew was going to hold that stubborn, willful beauty in his arms until she softened to him; to hear her startled gasp as she came to her pleasure for the first time. To fill her until neither of them wanted to…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …“You are really strange,” Alana said. She gasped as he bit down a little harder. At last he took her by the arms and pushed her back from him. She was breathing even harder than she had during their sparring session. Her eyes were fogged over. He let go of…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …She and Peter went into the woods and she realized that he was taking her back to their camp. “Let go,” she said but he wasn’t having it. “I’m taking you back.” “No, your not.” “Yes, I am.” He sheathed his sword and turned. The next thing she knew she’d…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …Casually, he sat back down in his chair, wiping his face as if to hide a smile. “Venus it is then,” he said, decided. Jennifer slid back on the bed until she was propped against the headboard. She tucked her knees to her chest. “But why?” she asked. She had…
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Part Eighteen Liam jerked off his cravat, tossing it at his bed. Blasted thing could choke a man to death. Whose idea was it to truss up a person’s neck like a Christmas goose anyway? Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, he raked his hands over a face beginning to stubble over. He…
Darcy Branwyn 