Enchanted by Your Kisses
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Authors: Pamela Britton
Tags: #Regency, #General, #Romance, #Fiction, #Historical, #England
A Wicked Enchantment
"You followed me."
Even in the darkness she could see him lift a wry black brow. "How very astute of you to no
tice
."
"Yes, well, I truly wish you hadn't. Just right now I wish to be left alone."
The brow dropped. "Indeed. Off to lick your wounds, my lady?"
He invaded her space, not because he moved toward her, but because of the sensual way he looked at her. Even in darkness she could see his eyes flame. "Or are you afraid of me?" And this time he did lean toward her.
"Why should I be afraid of you?" He shrugged broad, powerful shoulders. "No reason."
Her heat increased. Ah, but she was afraid of him, though she refused to let him see it.
"And I repeat, sir, what concern is it of yours if I run away or not?"
"Because I refuse to let you do so."
Other Romances by
Pamela Britton
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2001 by Pamela Britton ISBN: 0-06-101430-3
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For
Michael
and the precious gift you gave me—
Codi
Jaunita Rose Baer—
our little miracle
I love you both so very, very much!
People say that you find out who your true friends are in a time of crisis. I realized in 1999 that I truly have the best friends a gal could ever want. You all make me cry when I think of the support you gave me through my tough times. If this book could have two dedication pages, this one would be yours. You all know who you are, even though I'm going to try and list you. Know that this book would not be in existence without your help. You brought me laughter at a time when I didn't think I could laugh anymore. You let me cry on your shoulder when I needed your support. But most of all you gave me your love. God bless you all.
Michelle
Pomar,
Jennifer Skullestad, Cherry Wilkenson, Rose Lerma, Susan Edwards, Nanet Fisher, Patty Mahaney,
Lori
Mattocks, Amy De- Carlo, Linda Simi, Robin Richert, and Julie and Melissa Craycroft. And to my on-line buddies: Caroline Fyffe, Tracy Cozzens,
Adele
Ashwoth, Susan Grant-Gunning, Brenda Novak,
Terri
Weedeman
(may you rest
in
peace),
Rose
Davenport (for the quick read) and my new editor,
Monique
Patterson. Your help on this manuscript was invaluable, hon. Thank you so much.
Spammy
ONE
Man is the hunter; woman is his game.
—TENNYSON
England
, 1781
Losing one's virtue, Lady Ariel
D'Archer
decided, was not the glorious experience she'd expected it to be.
Of course, she hadn't exactly lost her virtue yet, but they were close. At least Ariel thought they were.
"Ariel," Archie moaned, his lips trailing wet, slobbery kisses down the side of her neck, his breathing loud in her ear. Too loud. He sounded like a team of horses.
