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Jennifer Ashley is absolute sheer delight! If you love the wit and charm of Katie MacAlister, you’ll fall in love with her cunning heroines, arrogant heroes and always-riveting plots. His blue eyes beguiled. His muscular form could have satisfied any fantasy. He had a delicious foreign accent and to top it off, he was royalty! What woman would dare refuse the most sought-after lover in Europe?
Miss Twice-a-Jilt Penelope Trask, that’s who. And, unfortunately for Damien, marrying Penelope is the only way to inherit his kingdom. Good thing this enchantingly infuriating woman doesn't seem completely immune to his many charms. The passionate way she returns his kisses tells Damien he isn’t the only one head over heels. But wooing is difficult amid assassination attempts, wild magic, and desire so strong it threatens to overwhelm him every time they touch. Why had no one mentioned the road to happily-ever-after could be so difficult?
Meet Damien:
His full name was Prince Damien Augustus Frederic Michel of Nvengaria, a title that always caused mild panic. People were afraid they'd have to remember it.
“Call me Damien,” he’d say. “It will save time.”
Women called him love and cherie and oh-please-don’t-stop-doing-that in whatever language they happened to speak.
The woman in Damien’s bed tonight was a Russian countess with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lush body that his own body was vastly enjoying.
His brain, on the other hand, was preoccupied. He had nearly died again this afternoon, but luckily he’d seen the assassin’s knife a split second before it struck. His bodyguard had taken the man down, and Damien had walked on, pretending to the crowd on the Paris street that his heart wasn’t screaming in his throat.
Hence, the countess.
Her gaze roved the knotted muscles of his biceps and shoulders in admiration. “My prince. My handsome prince.”
Damien lowered himself to her and put his mouth against hers. “Hush.”
She smiled eagerly and licked her lips, her tongue brushing his. “Make me.”
He did. He slanted his mouth across hers, kissing her in burning strokes. His skin dripped sweat in the overheated room, muscles contracting as he moved over her. |
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