The Heart Breaker
The Heart Breaker
“The longing he’d felt when he’d finally gotten a good look at her had been instantaneous, blinding, overpowering. Her familiarity was baffling.
She was his sensual dream lover in the flesh.
Except that in his dream those pale, champagne-blonde tresses had cascaded over her bare shoulders, caressing her luscious breasts, her taut nipples. Now that silky hair was sculpted in a sleek chignon. And now her face was no longer obscured by the night shadows of a dream, or the concealing brim of a bonne...t.
He intended to throttle his sister-in-law, Sloan thought grimly. Passable, hell. If Heather Ashford’s looks were merely passable, he was the king of England.
He was stunned by her beauty. She was exquisite in the cool, ethereal way of a goddess, with that delicate, oval-shaped face, that slender, patrician nose, that perfect, porcelain skin.
Lust coiled and tightened in his gut. He couldn’t blame that bastard Randolf for wanting her.
Her eyes were alluring, the shade not quite brown but the rich gold of sherry.MoreLess
She was his sensual dream lover in the flesh.
Except that in his dream those pale, champagne-blonde tresses had cascaded over her bare shoulders, caressing her luscious breasts, her taut nipples. Now that silky hair was sculpted in a sleek chignon. And now her face was no longer obscured by the night shadows of a dream, or the concealing brim of a bonne...t.
He intended to throttle his sister-in-law, Sloan thought grimly. Passable, hell. If Heather Ashford’s looks were merely passable, he was the king of England.
He was stunned by her beauty. She was exquisite in the cool, ethereal way of a goddess, with that delicate, oval-shaped face, that slender, patrician nose, that perfect, porcelain skin.
Lust coiled and tightened in his gut. He couldn’t blame that bastard Randolf for wanting her.
Her eyes were alluring, the shade not quite brown but the rich gold of sherry.MoreLess
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