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294 pages, ebook
First published June 2, 2020
“For future reference, you’re being neither prudent nor good.”
“Now was not the time to notice her nudity. This was quite possibly a medical crisis.
He refused to glance down at her breasts.
He glanced.
He refused to look.
He looked.
Well he refused to appreciate.
Goddamnit.”
“She was too pleasured to be scandalized by their wickedness. Too captive of her passions to be worried about discovery.”
She’d stripped him bare, laid him wide open and dangerously close to defenseless. The intimacy he felt forming between them, the bond that wove between his ribs and hers, stiching their ticking hearts together, was made of some stronger material than the steel and ice he’d encased around his heart.
Why did he have to be so unspeakably handsome? Why did he have to be so categorically inaccessible?
“I am a knight. A man with a code. A warrior with a creed. I vow, from this moment onward to be YOUR knight, wife. They will believe you, as I believe you. ”
"I could grovel at your feet for a decade and it wouldn't assuage my guilt."
She reached up and traced the fine divot in his chin with a fingertip. "I would say it's not necessary," she shrugged. "But if groveling is what will placate your conscience, far be it for me to stop you."
"All right, my little minx of a wife . . .I'll admit I'm new to groveling. How does one go about it?". . .
"I imagine foot rubs are excellent groveling techniques . . . And long Sunday mornings in bed."