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IN BED WITH THE DUKE is on the shelves, and to tempt you one more time, here’s an extra excerpt, especially for you, with my compliments!
The Reaper stared hard at Emma, examining her as if he did not understand her at all, and behind his mask, and in his eyes, she saw desire.
Her pulse settled down to a steady, rapid beat … rapid because she was aware of herself in the flimsy nightgown, and of being alone in her bedroom with a man who was very much attracted to her. “You are leaving?”
Mute as always, he nodded. He began to turn the lock on the door.
And she knew, if she let him go like this, she would regret it forever. “Wait!” she called.
The Reaper turned to face her.
She stepped up to him. “You found me in the woods. You saved my life. And I want to thank you…” Gathering her nerve, she took his face between her hands, rose on her toes, and pressed her lips to his.
She had no experience, but she put all her appreciation in that one kiss. His lips were warm and surprised, and then warm and ardent. His breath touched her, quickening as she slanted her face to his, yet he held back, not touching her, waiting for her to make a move.
But she didn’t know what move to make.
So she listened to the instinct that crept up from the quiet place within her where it had been hiding, repressed and afraid. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned against him. Not her whole body, not the lower part; she didn’t have the nerve for that. But her breasts and shoulders. That was … very nice.
He radiated heat and strength, smelled of hard riding and horse, and towered over her.
She took a breath, delighting in the differences between them, then kissed him harder, mashing her lips to his. The thought occurred to her, that kissing was not as exciting as she’d hoped, when everything changed. Something — her eagerness, perhaps? — drove him beyond control.
He swept her up, one arm around her waist, one arm cradling her spine and head. He tilted her backward. And he kissed her. This was no tentative, inexperienced press of lips to lips.
This was a swashbuckling kiss. This was a passionate kiss. This kiss was running through an exotic jungle, splashing into a warm, tempestuous sea, stepping into the storm outside and inviting the lightning to strike and set her ablaze.
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