Today's the Day!
I'm dedicating this book to all the readers over the years who've written me, demanding to know when this story book was coming out.
I have your answer:
Today!
I'm dedicating this book to all the readers over the years who've written me, demanding to know when this story book was coming out.
I have your answer:
Today!
Claiming Her
Ireland, 1589
He's a disreputable, dishonorable and sinfully handsome Irish warlord.
He's a disreputable, dishonorable and sinfully handsome Irish warlord.
She's an English lady who knows her duty to the Crown.
When honor and passion collide, who will win their test of wills?
This is a scorching hot historical with a big bad alpha hero, so get ready.
This is a scorching hot historical with a big bad alpha hero, so get ready.
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He cupped her face and claimed
her with a kiss.
It was an openmouthed,
unforgiving, conquest of a kiss, his hands holding her face, pulling her down
to him. She returned it with full ardor, their tongues tangling. They paused
only when he leaned her back with a muttered instruction, so he could sweep the
chemise up over her head and fling it away. Then she was naked before him.
He made a dark
sound of approval. Cool air washed over her breasts and no matter that she’d been bared to
him once before, the urge to hide was the strongest thing in her. It came to
the fore, and she began to cover herself.
“No, Katy. I want to see you.”
He took her wrists and gently lifted them, parting
her arms, holding them up in the air, stretched out wide, so he could stare at
her body.
The breath burst
from her. She
closed her eyes, unable to withstand the force of desire she saw in him. For
she knew it was in her too.
“I’m going to take you now.” Threat, promise,
warning, it was all those things, and her body felt as if he’d strung her up on
bolts of lightning. “Hard and deep.” Her wrists hung in his hands as he leaned
forward and flicked his tongue across her breast. “I’m not going to stop.” He
grazed her with his teeth, and her head dropped forward. “Until you’re laid
out, tossing your head and crying my name.” His gaze swept up. “And then I'm
going to take you harder.”
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