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“He climbed into bed himself and kissed his way up her legs. Instincts she didn’t even know she possessed made her clench her thighs together. Without any hesitation, he pushed them apart, exposing her to his gaze. “The doors of the temple, darling, never close to the devout acolyte.”

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Book:Tempting the Bride
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Tempting the Bride

This novel delves into the complexities of a marriage of convenience, exploring themes of desire, deception, and the transformative power of love. more

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Sherry Thomas
Sherry Thomas

Sherry Thomas, born in 1975, is an enigmatic author whose unique writing style has won the hearts of readers. more

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“She fluttered her fan. “And do you know what they say of women of a certain age, what they want above all?” Desire simmered in him at her not quite smile. “Do tell.” “To be rid of you, Hastings. So that they don’t have to waste what remains of their precious few years suffering your lecherous looks.” “If I stopped looking at you lecherously, you’d miss it.” “Why don’t we test that hypothesis? You stop and I’ll tell you after ten years or so whether I miss it.” .... He rose and bowed slightly. “You wouldn’t last two weeks, Miss Fitzhugh.”

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“And when the governess had left, he would slip out of his own room and peer at her door until her light was extinguished at last, before he returned to bed to stew anew in lust and yearning. A habit that he’d kept to this day, whenever they happened to be under the same roof. Her light turned off. He sighed. How long would he keep at this? Soon he would be twenty-seven. Did he still plan to stand in a dark passage in the middle of the night and gaze upon her door when he was thirty-seven? Forty-seven? Ninetyseven?”

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“Her hand reached up and took a strand of his hair between her fingers. “Simple as that.” She gently pulled on that curl and let it go. “It’s so springy.” They’d barely grazed at the truth, but I she was satisfied—and distracted. By his hair, of all things. “I feel like a sheep that has been overlooked during spring shearing,” he murmured. “Yes, adorably fluffy.” Another time he might have protested the use of that adjective. But now he was all too relieved. “Would you like me to pull my chair closer, so you may fondle my hair with greater ease?” he asked. She beamed at him. “Why, yes, I’d like exactly that.”

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“Seasons passed by. I always loved to watch the trees in our garden. With the first rain, the leaves would drench themselves. Slowly they would grow tired of the rain and droop. So would I, grow tired of waiting for him to look at me, talk to me. Slowly the leaves would dry up, and fall to the ground. It resembled a naked and shameless woman, trying to woo her husband. And the season would change, and the leaves would shoot slowly trying to gain the lost vigor. It would start blooming and look in its best form. The tree would be so overwhelmed by its own beauty that it would call upon the butterfly and birds. It would make everyone happy. But has anyone wondered how it feels? It feels like me.”

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