Title: Sweet Enchantress
Description: Dominique de Bar, proclaimed by some a seductress, by others a sorceress, was the chatelaine of Montlimoux, its mistress of moonlit spires and sunlit meadows, a chatelaine of a peaceful, contented land that time had left behind. Paxton of Wychchester was a leader of men, a conqueror who knew more of war than love. He commanded Dominique’s surrender, taking first her lush holdings and then her vulnerable virgin’s body. But in the sweet ecstasy of their union lay an unexpected twist. Which of them had been seduced, and which truly conquered?
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She felt his lips kiss the hollow created by her collar bone, as if he were tasting her skin. Her lids sprang open. "I must warn you,” she murmured, her breathing shallow, light. "There is a legend about this place.”
He eased her to her knees and sank to the soft grassy bed opposite her. "That it is enchanted?”
She reached over and began to loose his doublet, saying, "That if you meet a fairy by the waterfall—”
"Are you truly a fairy, what the French call fee?" His voice was deep, stressed with the passion he constrained.
"—and drink its water, you will fall in love with her.”
His dark eyes never left her face as she divested him of his clothing. "I do not believe in superstitions, mistress.”
Subjects: Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance, Fiction, romance, general
Places: France