Some men are too hard. Some men are too soft. But only one man is just right…
Choosing the perfect bed is easy, but sometimes finding the right person to share it with is an adventure!
The Marquess of Blackwood lays eyes on Goldie Locksley, and immediately falls for her. Unfortunately, his youngest brother, Joseph, decides to make her his bride. But when their father tells him no, all hell breaks loose and all three brothers will do their utmost to see that they are a part of her future. But her happily ever after lies in the arms of one man. Will he be able to prove himself in time, or is Goldie destined to a life of misery or mediocrity?
Excerpt
William Behr stood before her, beautiful William Behr. Just the sight of him set butterflies loose and had her mouth watering for that kiss. That kiss she had dreamt of since seeing him for the first time.
“I am William, Joseph’s brother.”
She dipped her knee and lowered her head as fresh tears stung her eyes.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, offering her a crisp linen handkerchief.
“Sir, you needn’t concern yourself with the affairs of a silly maiden’s heart.” She took the hanky and dabbed her eyes, feeling suddenly foolish.
“So, your mind is not set upon marrying my brother?” Was that a lightening of his tone? Looking at him now, with the small bits of light piercing the canopy of leaves, the man took her breath. He was aglow in fading golden rays. Why couldn’t someone like him ask after her?
“My mind? No.” She shook her head. “My father’s most definitely.”
William exhaled, the whisper of his breath tickling her skin and bringing her eyes to his. “Then don’t marry him.” His gaze caressed her face. “Don’t have anything to do with him.”
Surprise had her lower jaw agape. “Why?”
William raked his fingers through his hair, hair that shone blue in the sunlight. “You’ll have to trust his brother.”
Her curiosity piqued, she narrowed her gaze. “How can I trust a brother who won’t tell me all?” Annoyed, she handed him back the handkerchief.
For a long moment, they stared at each other, a need in her arising that she couldn’t explain. A jolt of excitement stemmed from her abdomen and shot through her entire being.
“You’re going to have to.” He pulled his hand from his glove and, reaching out, touched her cheek.
She didn’t respond, far too aroused by the warmth that radiated from his fingertips. She was enthralled, enchanted. Reflected in his gray eyes, she saw a smoldering heat.
“What are you doing?”
He cupped the side of her face. “I don’t know.” He stepped close.
Her heart beat so hard, her legs grew so weak, she felt as though she could tumble into him. Yet she needed to move back. Why was it her body refused to be moved?
“Don’t you feel it? It’s remarkable, really.” As if pulled by some unknown force, he leaned in. “So powerful.” She tilted her chin, waiting for his lips to touch hers, needing them more than wanting.
“Yes, but isn’t it wrong?”
“It’s not. It can’t be.” With that said, he set his mouth atop hers, his lips every bit as amazing as she imagined…but more. They were just the right combination of hard and soft, the pressure perfectly suited to her desire—forceful enough to show her the passion that simmered within him, yet gentle enough to bring her closer.
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