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360 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2015
It must have been that naughty little mouth. It was a mouth that any whore would envy.
What had Georgina done to him? The deceitful bitch had as good as gelded him. He was about to tell her to stop when he heard a sound. A soft gasp that sounded achingly familiar.
This time he got the last word. “And Lady Georgina, when I take what I want from you—the only thing I want from you—I won’t need a wedding ring to get it.”
She made him think of hot, sultry sex. Or maybe he’d been too long from the lush and lusty Simone. That particular ailment would be remedied soon... But for some reason he didn’t think so. She was no Lady Alice.
“That is not what I meant. Who is she to you?”
“She is of no consequence.”
“Lady Georgina means nothing to me.” He forced the usual derision back into his voice and ignored the sharp lance of pain slicing through his chest. “Happy hunting.” He lifted his glass. “Or should I say, happy fortune hunting?”
He had to know. He felt drained of all his resistance. “Why, Gina?” His voice was ragged. “Why are you doing this?” He paused. “With me.”
She gave him a brave, wobbly smile. “Because I love you.”
His chest squeezed. He didn’t want to believe it. “Why?”
... She couldn’t love him. Why was she doing this? Confusing him. Complicating everything.
A man in a druid’s robe sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her. A woman was straddled on his lap, her long, bare legs draped around his hips. She appeared to be nude, and if the breathy sounds she was making were any indication, she was a very willing participant in the erotic act taking place.
A fact that was confirmed when the woman spoke. She practically squealed with delight as she reached between their bodies. “I ’aven’t ’ad a cock ’is big in years. Ye’d make a stallion buck with envy, wouldn’t ye?”
... “Are you just going to stand there watching or do you want to join us?” he taunted. “There is always room for one more.”

“You received my note.”
“I did.”
“And your feelings, am I to assume they are unchanged?”
“I…” She hesitated, about to say, “I don’t know.” But he apparently read her hesitance as a kind attempt to refrain from hurting him further.
“I understand. My feelings have remained unchanged. However, do not worry that I shall trouble you any further. I understand why you cannot accept my proposal.” His voice rang loud and clear. “I hurt the only woman I’ll ever love. Believe me, I’ll regret what I did for the rest of my life.”
Gina gasped, as did quite a few of the people around her. He’d declared his love publicly, without hesitation or embarrassment. She was stunned. She did not doubt the honesty of his feelings. How could she, when he wore them so proudly on his sleeve for all to see? He’d changed. More than she could have believed. But was it enough?
He bowed his head, excused himself, and walked away. Gina was reminded of a general conceding defeat. Wanting to rush to him, and at the same time not knowing whether she should, Gina watched as the wide expanse of shoulders, the straight back, the head held high, disappeared into the hall.