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“It is you who awakens this, otherwise, dormant part of myself. I trust you… with my heart and life.”
Graham wrapped his arm around her, placing a kiss on her temple.
“I love you, Bridget. My dearest friend, the love of my very life.”
Bridget beamed, her eyes glistening. “I love you, Graham.”
“Yesterday, today, and always.”
Bridget felt the world melt away around her as he leaned forward and placed his lips on hers, sealing their love with a kiss that would last forever.
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DO YOU WANT MORE ROMANCE?
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Noone defied him but her. She stormed into his life and changed everything. Would she still want him if the truth was revealed? If she saw how dangerous he was? Or would she look at him with eyes full of hate and fear? Henry couldn’t know the answer to those questions. Just like he didn’t know that Florence held a secret of her own…A secret as dark as his.
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A GOVERNESS’ GUIDE TO LUST AND DESIRE
PROLOGUE
Athrilling chase brought excitement to the otherwise quiet meadow as the young gentleman maneuvered through the rolling hills and valleys in pursuit of his siren before anyone noticed either of them had vanished. Her eager giggles carried across the wind, tempting him even further.
Summer had truly arrived in Kent, bringing its usual sticky heat, accompanied by the wind’s warm caress. Night had fallen, and one could hearthe constant buzzing and whirring of crickets hidden in the long grass, as well as the melodic soughing of the wind in the trees surrounding the property. It was a typical summer night: long, humid, and lazy despite the usual flurry of balls and gatherings.
However, it was late enough for most of thetonto be tucked away in their beds, reminiscing over the night’s affairs or plotting, and strategizing arrangements. The Season was never short on scheming and hidden agendas. Surely, some mischief was planned for the nearing end of the critical marriage market?
The hustle and bustle of the Season were virtually non-existent to Henry Gray, as if he was able to shove it aside and forget about the whole event. Truthfully, he had done his part to entertain those who had sought him out by participating in the occasional dance to keep his family happy, and with just enough luck on his side to be able to slip away when he tired of it.
This night, Henry found himself arm in arm with a pretty girl from the village, her lack of status guaranteed to keep him out of trouble. All the same, she had a body designed to keep his attention and stir the insatiable longings within him. She was a few years his senior, and something about that intrigued him, spurring his desires.
Nestled beneath an old tree that offered them suitable coverage, the woman was pressed against the bark, while Henry explored her body with his hands, his lips on hers, desperately seeking satisfaction. The sensation of her soft skin against his was tantalizing, as was the scandalous nature of it all.
But Henry would face no consequences for giving in to his desires because he had done so many times before. He allowed himself the entertainment as long as he was wise in his choice of woman. They meant nothing to him other than a thrilling connection for the evening. He'd be satisfied enough at the end to consider it worthwhile, and she'd leave satisfied.
The woman pulled Henry impossibly close to her, devouring his lips as if she would never get the chance again. In likelihood, she would probably be proven correct. Even so, he ran his fingers through her dark hair and reveled in the short-lived passion that would soon ebb away until she ceased to seem special, and be like any other woman. He could only imagine how much of her lip pomade would be smeared on his mouth by then.
