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Master of Pleasure
A Bride’s Betrayal
By order of the king, Lady Meiriona is to be given to a bastard warlord in marriage. Rather than see his daughter and his lands in the hands of a Yorkist, Meiriona’s father ambushes Godric Montgomery when he comes to claim her—but only after a kiss she’ll never forget…
A Bastard’s Revenge
Sold into slavery in the East, Godric becomes the plaything of an Arab princess. And when she gives birth to his daughter, he is given the child and set free. Seven years of Godric’s life have been stolen—and nothing will stop him from exacting his vengeance upon the woman who betrayed him…
A Slave to Desire
Over the years, Meiriona’s dreams have been haunted by Godric’s passionate touch. On the day she becomes the wife of another man, he returns to ruthlessly take what is his. Though Meiriona vows to resist her captor, a traitorous hunger for him consumes her, while the slightest surrender of her body inflames Godric’s soul, setting a battle-scared warrior against a new foe—his own heart…
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Godric placed his hands on the tree behind her, enclosing her in a prison of muscle. His body enveloped hers, and his comforting campfirelike scent surrounded her. He leaned forward until his chest grazed hers.
White-hot sensation skittered down her spine.
“It would not be like that at all,” he whispered, brushing her forehead with his lips. “I feel how your skin responds to my touch. I feel your heartbeat.”
“That is anger and fear.”
His hands traced a slow trail down her shoulder. Leaning away, he allowed enough room between their bodies to rake his fingernail softly across her nipple. Sensation arced from her breast to her woman’s core.
“This, my lady, is neither anger nor fear,” he murmured.
Although the dress and shift were between them, she felt naked. She gasped and pushed him back, not wanting to experience the desire curling in her stomach.
He took a tendril of her hair and twirled it between his fingers. The strand glistened red-gold in the sunlight. “Your passion matches your hair.”
She shook her head. “Everyone knows red hair is unlucky.”
“Men make their own luck by following their passion. And yours awakens each time I touch you…”
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