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“You've always done as you pleased, Princess. I can't change you, nor do I want to. You're strong, a fighter. And I've never wanted another woman as I want you.”
― His Captive Princess
― His Captive Princess
“Warning: Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.”
― His Captive Princess
― His Captive Princess
“He slid his hand into his vest pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He then opened it and held it before her. “I’ve been charged with capturing Velvet Grace.”
The poster had haunted her every move in town, pasted on the wall at the bank, the post office, Jupiter’s, wherever she’d went.
Her pulse kicked into a stampede seeing it in the new sheriff ’s hand. “W-what does this have to do with me?”
He refolded the paper and returned it to his clothing. “I figured you might be able to give me a few possible names to begin with. It’s rather extraordinary, a woman who shot a sheriff and fired at the deputy? She wouldn’t be any regular homesteader’s wife, I imagine.”
She played with a curl that had fallen to her shoulder and forced a laugh. “Do you think I know any women besides the ones who work for me? Really? You should ask me about the men of Fort McNamara, Sheriff. The only other females I see are the wives who come around here looking for their husbands.”
He laughed. “I guess you’re right.”
“You’re on your own. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help.” She skirted around him, intending to open the door for him to leave, but he caught her elbow.
“Cora—”
His grip was loose, but he captivated her with the appeal in his gaze and the tender stroke of his thumb on her arm.
“What?” She fell under the spell of his azure gaze as his touch sent a ripple of pleasure deep within her.
“I really would like another night with you. One I can remember.”
―
The poster had haunted her every move in town, pasted on the wall at the bank, the post office, Jupiter’s, wherever she’d went.
Her pulse kicked into a stampede seeing it in the new sheriff ’s hand. “W-what does this have to do with me?”
He refolded the paper and returned it to his clothing. “I figured you might be able to give me a few possible names to begin with. It’s rather extraordinary, a woman who shot a sheriff and fired at the deputy? She wouldn’t be any regular homesteader’s wife, I imagine.”
She played with a curl that had fallen to her shoulder and forced a laugh. “Do you think I know any women besides the ones who work for me? Really? You should ask me about the men of Fort McNamara, Sheriff. The only other females I see are the wives who come around here looking for their husbands.”
He laughed. “I guess you’re right.”
“You’re on your own. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help.” She skirted around him, intending to open the door for him to leave, but he caught her elbow.
“Cora—”
His grip was loose, but he captivated her with the appeal in his gaze and the tender stroke of his thumb on her arm.
“What?” She fell under the spell of his azure gaze as his touch sent a ripple of pleasure deep within her.
“I really would like another night with you. One I can remember.”
―
“Mon dieu. I cannot leave without tasting your lips once more."
She read the question in his hooded gaze. She would not let him leave, of course, but allowing him a kiss seemed a reasonable consolation after saving her life. Especially as she wanted it , too. Longed for it.
She put her hand behind his neck, mimicking him, and threaded her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. "Take your kiss, my lord.”
― His Captive Princess
She read the question in his hooded gaze. She would not let him leave, of course, but allowing him a kiss seemed a reasonable consolation after saving her life. Especially as she wanted it , too. Longed for it.
She put her hand behind his neck, mimicking him, and threaded her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. "Take your kiss, my lord.”
― His Captive Princess
“I'll kiss your feet if you'd scratch my nose.”
― His Captive Princess
― His Captive Princess
“Her eyes narrowed with feigned disgust. "I cannot walk backwards anymore! I'm too afraid you'll run me into something."
He released one of her hands and reached around her, to cup her firm behind. "Trust me. I'd never risk hurting your backside.”
― His Captive Princess
He released one of her hands and reached around her, to cup her firm behind. "Trust me. I'd never risk hurting your backside.”
― His Captive Princess
“She wanted to savor him slowly like a lemon cream pie on a lazy summer day. One bite at a time.”
― His Most Wanted
― His Most Wanted
“Gracious, I must be the luckiest drunk who ever floated the Arkansas River, or ---" he bowed slightly to the ladies, offering his warmest grin, "--- is this Heaven?”
― His Most Wanted
― His Most Wanted
“He lifted his head, staring into her eyes as if searching for something. Voice ragged, he said, "I told you I'm a possessive man, Eleri. I want to keep you, mount you, fill you, but even as I hold you like this... I am still your captive. Have mercy and tell me you'll have me.”
― His Captive Princess
― His Captive Princess
“His gaze lowered to her breasts, scalding her with the intensity of his stare. "At this moment, I'm exceedingly glad I'm no longer a monk.”
― His Captive Princess
― His Captive Princess
“What have you to trade for my silence?" ...
He opened his mouth to beckon the men, but Eleri moved like lightning. With her right arm restrained, she couldn't cut him. However, her weapon of choice caught him completely off-guard.
Her lips sealed to his, cutting off his voice in a hard kiss...
Bracing his back against the gnarled tree branches, he relaxed for more, but the kiss ended as briskly as it had begun....
Blood surging through his body, Warren grinned and lowered his face over hers. "Not the price I had in mind, but...um, shall we see what else you have to offer?”
― His Captive Princess
He opened his mouth to beckon the men, but Eleri moved like lightning. With her right arm restrained, she couldn't cut him. However, her weapon of choice caught him completely off-guard.
Her lips sealed to his, cutting off his voice in a hard kiss...
Bracing his back against the gnarled tree branches, he relaxed for more, but the kiss ended as briskly as it had begun....
Blood surging through his body, Warren grinned and lowered his face over hers. "Not the price I had in mind, but...um, shall we see what else you have to offer?”
― His Captive Princess
“Fort McNamara stood in the Arkansas River Valley near the Indian Territory border, its citizens declaring it to be the last white civilization for hundreds of miles. But civilization was an ironic choice of words for the place as far as Kit was concerned.”
― His Most Wanted
― His Most Wanted
“To secure his king's trust, his family's future, and perhaps even his own happiness, he needed to convince her he was more than a mercenary -- in fact, a man who would stand by her side.”
― His Captive Princess
― His Captive Princess
“The only death I fear is the one I fell when we're apart.”
― His Captive Princess
― His Captive Princess
“Lulled into complacency, one of the brigands' hands loosened on his arm, and Warren had his chance. Breaking free, he grabbed a handful of Red's braids and tangled his fingers in the silky plaited coils. She cried out, flailing her arms, but he dragged her against him as he fell backward, pulling her down on top of him.
The warriors' retaliation was prompt...”
― His Captive Princess
The warriors' retaliation was prompt...”
― His Captive Princess
