Her Reluctant Viscount (Rakes And Rogues)
“ Never having to feel the sting of disproval. What it must be like to know such freedom. ~From the private journal of Josephine Adrys Jo’s head pounded horribly, her mouth dry and every inch of her hurting. She could not see anything. A rough burlap sack covered her head, filling her nose with a disgusting moldy stench. She tried to remain calm and figure it out, but her mind was too muddled. The voices were muffled, however, she was not sure if they were whispering or they were far away. Her heart pounded in her chest and panic swarmed. Where was she? Where was Trystan? Who had her? Most importantly, what would they do with her? She moved slowly only to discover her hands and feet bound tightly. So tightly, in fact she had lost feeling her arms. She wriggled her fingers, crying out with the stabbing needlelike pain. The kick to her gut came unexpectedly and no matter what she could not keep the painful cry contained. Fingers closed about her throat and she struggled for air a...s the man lifted her.MoreLess
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