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HATING HER KING

'Gwen pushed him back, trying to create enough space between them. "I do not love you." Alexander smirked. "You do. You just don't know that you do." Gwen moved back. "Do you know the ways of my heart." "Yes, I do. And it tells the truth. You are only too stubborn to acknowledge it." He moved closer, pressing her against the wall. "When you decide to tell yourself the truth, I will be waiting." He kissed her forehead. "But don't make me wait long. I am not as patient as people think." This time he kissed her lips and staked off, leaving Gwen in a complete daze.' Marriage and a family is all life is to Gwen and she would see to it that she is not humiliated before then. A wife, and not a mistress is what she plans to be, but what can be done when the king of her country makes a proposal to put her by his side? Alexander is used to getting what he wants and getting his way, after all, he is King. But when he sets his eyes on the young and beautiful Guinevere who is just as stubborn as he is, will making her stay at the castle earn him her love, or will it be the beginning of his undoing? (Hating Her King is the sequel to Loving Her Duke and is also the second book of the British Blood Trilogy.)

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Target Ready, Shots Fired

February 1827

Alexander walked out of the main castle doors, flanked by his brother, who insisted on joining him for some target shot. As it was a fine day and with most of the duties of the court finished, he proceeded to award himself an outing. Craving solitude and sport, he had asked Edmund to have a shooting area prepared, little did he know that his brother would insist on attending too.

All had since returned to a nuance of normalcy since they returned from their attack on the pirates of the west seas. As he had appointed, Carlisle had taken the responsibilities to see the plunder awarded rightly and put to good use.

The artificial shade had been set up and the servants were ready, waiting for him. they bowed as he and Brand approached, taking their jackets. His brother helped himself to a cup of water. "Shall we compete and see who is the better shot?" Alexander asked, checking the rifle he had been given.