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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Love's Vengeance~~newly revised and edited

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 Amazon 5 star review
Suspenseful!
It was romantic and adventurous at the same time. It kept me guessing about the relationship of Stephen and Desiree. Very enjoyable!


In the classic style. A historical romance full of humor, intrigue, heart and undying passion. An epic read and just $.99 cents. If you enjoy Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novels, you will love Love's Vengeance.  A novel with a romantic hero who isn't afraid to show his feelings and who is sexy, funny and adores his leading lady. You will fall in love with Stephen Colter.






    
   Desiree’s first sight upon waking was that handsome face next to her own, sharing her pillow. He lay upon his stomach beside her and she was quick to notice that he was uncovered. She propped herself up on one elbow as her eyes roamed over him, past the broad brown back, to the narrow hips where dark skin met light, over the firm buttocks and long straight legs. Even relaxed, the muscle of his body was defined and the rugged power he possessed brought a stirring to her. For despite the power, his touch could be as gentle as a whispering wind.

    Her eyes came back to his face and she smiled at his innocence in slumber, admiring the handsome features for a time. Then, taking a strand of her hair, she touched it to his cheek and he stirred, wrinkling his brow in annoyance. She touched it along the bridge of his nose and he swatted the thin air and then covered his face with a hand, mumbling inaudibly and she choked back a laugh. His fingers separated and he peered at her from between them.

    “I am awake. You may cease at any time,” he suggested with feigned annoyance.
     He moved his hand and smiled sleepily. “Good morning.”
    “Good morning,” she whispered with a grin.
     He reached over and pulled the arm supporting her weight out from under her and scooped her into his arms, tasting her lips with a throaty growl. “You are really here,” he said in amazement, nuzzling her neck. “I am not dreaming.”
     His passion flared as it had, more than once, through the course of the night and Desiree attempted to halt his wandering hand. With a laugh she said, “You cannot be serious, Stephen! I believe you are impossible to satisfy! Please, not again, I can’t! I’m exhausted.” She jumped as his teeth nibbled lightly at her shoulder. “Behave, please!”
     She wriggled away to the opposite side of the bed and he fell onto the pillows with a sigh. “Come back here, for I haven’t the strength to come after you,” he chuckled.
    “You act as though you are starved, instead of well appeased. I am not going anywhere, Stephen. You needn’t kill us both trying to make up for lost time.”
     She sat up and moved warily to the foot of the bed, keeping her eyes on him all the while. The movement seemed to go unnoticed by him until he turned over and lunged to a sitting position, grasping her about the waist. She shrieked with merriment as he pulled her back down and pinned her beneath him. He kissed her deeply as he leisurely fondled her breasts, teasing and enticing her to respond. She pulled away from his kiss and sank her teeth into his shoulder gently.
    “Ouch, why you little—that hurt!” he said in jest with a chuckle.
     Her lips kissed the supposed injury and traced along his neck to his ear where her teeth nipped at his lobe, causing him to shudder. Then she moved along his jaw with gentle, fleeting kisses until her mouth met his once more and his kiss was heated and insistent.
     A sudden light knock at the door brought the intimate interlude to an abrupt halt. Desiree’s eyes widened in horror and she pushed against his shoulders, until he moved off of her, then she jumped out of the bunk, retrieving her dress from the floor. Holding it before her, she turned in circles, looking for an escape while Stephen melted into laughter, watching her frantic performance.
    “Just a moment,” he called to whoever might be on the other side of the door, while his eyes continued to regard Desiree warmly.
    She scampered on tiptoes across to him and whispered harshly, “You can’t let anyone know I am here. Stephen, you cannot, please!” she pleaded.

    

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