by J.A. Canter
Stripped of her nobility and taken as a war prize, Viette is determined to take control of her life at all costs, even if it means dominating a King to do so.
At every turn her world is filled with passionate intrigues, silver-tongue lies, and blinding deceit. ‘Don’t bite the hand that feeds you’ rings true, especially if the hand is that of Viette.
She kept her eyes turned to a far corner of the room, yet out of the edge of her sight she took note of his form. Soft shadows played over his skin, water dripped from the curls of hair thrown over his shoulder.
“Why won’t you look at me?” he asked, angling his face in front of hers.
Unpermitted, her brow furrowed, and she scowled at the fluttering drapes that concealed them from the outside world. Her eyes flashed to his and her stomached balled up tightly—gray eyes, a full mouth, narrow nose, bold cheeks. And in her mind she saw those same sharp eyes but glinting with the orange-red of raging fire, eyelids dirtied with Yander soil. A sharp pain stabbed through her temples, pulsing to her heart. She looked away before the sensation deepened.
He reached for her hand and clutched it tightly.
The hollow pull in her heart was from loneliness, desperation, angst . . . nothing more. She tried, desperately, to convince herself of such.
“You’re trembling,” he said, as if she were unware of her body’s traitorous shaking.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Judy is a Romance and Erotica author who began penning stories a number of years ago. With an eye for trouble and a thirst for kinky intrigues her stories are often a grab bag of wicked delights.
Between the Sheets, WordPress Blog: http://judycanter.wordpress.com
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