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Get ready for a rollicking laugh-out-loud romantic romp that will leave you gasping for more – classic Lynsay Sands! It is to be hoped that her groom is partial to cherries. For Avelyn fears she will very much resemble one at their wedding feast. Too round, too red in the scarlet gown that is all she can fit into - and perhaps too tart for his taste? No doubt he longs for a sweet, biddable bride, one who is as tiny and trim as she is trying to appear.
Paen Gerville longs for a lively, well-rounded woman, one whose plump breast will cushion his head after the lonely, harsh life of a solitary fighting knight. At first his wife-to-be promises no such delights, but one split bridal gown later, her assets are eye-poppingly apparent and Paen can only grin as he anticipates his wedding night with the perfect wife.
Meet Paen:
He was merely collecting his betrothed, making her his wife.
True, it was a new venture for him, but ‘twas not much different than collecting a new war horse and he’d done that oft times. ‘Twas nothing to get all worked up about.
Or so he’d thought on the journey here yesterday. This morning however, Paen was of a different mind. It had suddenly occurred to him that a wife might be a somewhat different proposition than a horse. After all, a man needn’t bed his horse. He also didn’t have to live out his life with the horse for however long he should be fortunate enough -- or unfortunate enough as the case may be -- to live. And, too, he could always sell the horse if it displeased him. Unfortunately, one could not sell a wife, no matter how bad she was.
On top of all that, he had yet to set eyes on his would-be bride. It seemed almost to him that she was avoiding him. He found it hard to imagine that was a good sign. |
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