Saturday Sneak Peek! In which there is nudity…

Coming soon from the pages of The Tattooed Duke…

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Eliza  saw the Duke in the bath, as expected. But it was no ordinary sight.  His hair was wet and slicked back from his face, showing off strong, hard features. His mouth was full, and firm and not smiling. Even in this pose of relaxation, he put her in mind of a warrior: always aware, always ready.

 The water lapped at his waist, and she saw his chest was a wide, exposed expanse of taut skin over sculpted muscle. As Eliza stepped toward him, and saw more of the man illuminated by the burning embers in the grate and the flickering of candles, she saw that his chest was covered in inky blue-black lines. Tattoos, like the drawing she'd glimpsed on his desk earlier.

 She gasped. His eyes opened.

"Hello Eliza." The duke's voice was low, smoky and sent tremors down her spine. The window was slightly ajar and the cool breeze made the candle flames dance wildly, casting slate colored shadows, making the room seem like some strange, magical, other world.

"Your Grace," she murmured and bobbed into a curtsey.

"Have you come to join me?" he asked in a rough voice, and she could not tell if he was serious or bamming her.

"My wages don't cover that, either, Your Grace," she replied, not yet having mastered her subservience, but she was rewarded for her impertinence when his mouth curved into a grin.

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