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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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Of Course, I Will Marry You

"I love you." She repeated, smiling. When his eyes widened in disbelief, her smile turned sheepish. "My heart, my body, the whole of my being rejoices in your presence." Every time he called her name, in the way no one else did, it gave life to her heart, and when he held her hand as he did now, she was overjoyed. He was perfectly different, and this perfectly different man loved her in a perfectly uncommon way.

"You love me?" He seemed puzzled.

She bit her upper lip. "I do." Why else would her heart gladden when he spoke, and why else would she feel the need to kiss him right now? She stared at his full bow lips. "I truly do."

But Alexander released her hand and stood up, walking away from her. "Do not trifle with me, Guinevere."

"I do not." She would never think to.

"Only this evening, you told me you did not. And once, you swore you could never."