Twitter Facebook Tumblr Pinterest Cam and Gina were married at a very young age eighteen and twelve, respectively. Gina looked down at her hands for a moment. Gina shivered. She looked away, tightening her lips against the sight of him.
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Twitter Facebook Tumblr Pinterest Cam and Gina were married at a very young age eighteen and twelve, respectively. Gina looked down at her hands for a moment. Gina shivered. She looked away, tightening her lips against the sight of him. But he was moving, pulling her to her feet. He kissed just at the corner of her mouth, and her whole body trembled. He trailed kisses down her high cheekbones.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, but her voice was firm. We could both find pleasure without anyone being the wiser. Duchesses never interrupt, but this one was losing all claims to dignity. She was rosy with pure embarrassment.
I wanted to live with my husband and have children together, which is not an unreasonable request. What you offer is pleasure alone. You never asked me to come home until you requested an annulment. He had a joke of being the earliest-married among the never-meant-to-be-married.
He rallied quickly, the veteran of a thousand unpleasant family battles. Since you are honest, I shall be as well. I want you, Gina. He forced her chin back up. As an eighteen-year-old, I did not indicate a wish to marry you, Gina. If I ever have a real wife, a wife I myself chose, I will not leave her for twelve years, nor take a mistress, for that matter.
It is not fair to criticize me for breaking vows dictated by my father. He stood in the last rays of dying sunlight and there was chalk in his hair. Come kiss me. Come love me. Take me to your chamber. He met her eyes. We had an enjoyable time but our friendship was of no great consequence to either of us.
And she realized that what mattered was love, her love for him. Not the future: the present. He had her hands again. He cleared his throat and put out his elbow. But I would like to be yours. May I escort you to your chambers? Her voice was faint but clear. Cam looked at her for a moment and then bent his head and kissed her.
He turned and wrapped an arm around her waist, and they walked toward the library doors. End of Excerpt Would you like to order your own copy?
Duchess in Love
Others resemble pigs, with pillowy cheeks and small eyes. Simon Darby turned into a Cossack. His eyes took on a slanted look. High cheekbones that spoke of generations of Darbys turned formidable, angular, and altogether foreign. The last time the Honorable Gerard Bunge himself could remember being so enraged was when his doctor informed him that he had caught the pox. Even remembering the moment made him queasy. There was that uneasy sense of heavenly retribution, not to mention the unpleasant treatment lying ahead.
Fool for Love
Once again, for those who do not know me, I have different standards for different genres. Historical Romance, having a special place in my heart, since it was the genre with which I learned to read as a child my grandma always had some dramatic HR with a boudoir cover art on her nightstand and those were my first valiant attempts to figure out the scribbles on the pages: , is usually the genre I cut most slack to authors, followed by UF. The reason why is that we read those for the tried and true formulas, which give us the good feels at the end and we can go on dealing with the daily grind with a little bit lighter heart. Eloisa James has so much talent, it is scary! I love, love, loooove the ease with which she can write a bucolic scene and make it just as fun as a passionate and flirtatious corset-ripper episode.