I love these locales. In fact I love every place in England I've been. Have visited many times, but it's never enough for me.
Here's an excerpt from Fearless:
"He found her in the music room,
staring out the window into the dark night.
He came up behind her and
turned her slowly in his arms until she faced him. Tears were running down her
cheeks, and when she saw who held her she sobbed and laid her dark head on his
shoulder.
Astonished at her acceptance of
his embrace, he handed her a handkerchief and held her while she gulped, mopped
at her tears, and then relaxed again in his arms. The feel of her beautiful
body so close to his almost broke his control. He kissed her hair softly and
sweetly as she nestled closer. Unable to stop himself, he lifted her face and
claimed her mouth. Their kiss blazed into instant heat and he groaned as he ran
his tongue around her soft lips, demanding she let him in. Her hesitancy surprised
him. It seemed more as if she didn’t know what he wanted rather than the
reluctance he’d expected. Gently nipping her lower lip, she gasped and he
thrust his tongue in to finally taste her sweetness.
Dear lord of all the elves, she
tasted better than butter and vanilla icing. He’d noticed before she always
wore a scent that smelled like daffodils, and he sucked on her tongue as he
breathed in the evocative fragrance. She caught on quickly, running her tongue
around his lips as soon as he released it, and then allowing him to deepen the
kiss.
Holding her tightly with one
arm, he freed the other to caress her face and then her shoulders, and finally
he let his hands roam along the sides of her breasts and down to her narrow
waist. Afraid to truly explore her breasts and nipples, he contented himself
with tracing the shape of the perfect rounds and cupping them in his hands.
She made no attempt to stop
him, and his cock raged almost out of control. Dear elves, he didn’t want to
shoot his cum in his pants, but he was very near to doing just that. She was so
damned delectable, so perfect for him, that he pushed her against the wall and
ground his rigid cock against her soft body.
A mistake. Whether the size of
his cock frightened her he didn’t know, but she suddenly pushed him away and
slid from under his arms.
“Rurik, I’m sorry, I don’t know
what came over me. I didn’t mean to lead you on like that.”
He finally gulped in enough air
to answer.
“My love, and you are my love,
don’t look so startled. I’m the one to apologize. I pushed you much too fast. I
can’t feel truly sorry, though, it was simply too wonderful to have you in my
arms.”
She’d sped to stand half-way
across the room and was eyeing him warily.
“You can’t mean that, it’s too
soon. We barely know each other. I never should have encouraged you on like
that. I’ve never acted like a slut before.”
Rurik believed her. Her every
response had been innocence itself. He found the fact she’d apologized to him
the most endearing words he could envision.
“As I said, Reina, I rushed
you. You are not a slut in any sense of the word. You are my love."
Reina and Rurik have a thoroughly wicked villain to overcome, the lives of two lost youngsters to straighten out, and the perplexing distress of Rurik's brother Jake. Jake just might turn out to be the most powerful elf in the family, but that's in the next book, Redemptive Pursuit.
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