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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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I Cannot Tell You

Beth's skepticism grew as the maid led her through some unfamiliar part of the castle, but she remained silent, choosing rather to continue following after her. On Charles's blessings, she had foregone the formalities of meeting and greeting the king in order to be brought directly to Gwen. More than mere courtesy, she was deeply concerned about her sister's well-being. It was no secret that whatever had prompted the king to summon them to the castle was, in whole or in part, related to Gwen.

This part of the castle was entirely foreign to her. When she had first visited the castle, on the invitation and company of Charles, she had only been allowed to tread through some parts. But these parts were grander. The opulent decorations, intricate tapestries, and lavish furnishings spoke of a splendour nowhere else told.

She could no longer stay quiet. "Do you not think we have gone astray? I continue to think we have." She called the attention of the maid.