I am thrilled to be joined by the lovely, Vanessa Brooks, who brings us her latest hot read, Her Match Her Mate Her Master!
This epic tale begins in Georgian England then travels back across the wide Atlantic Ocean into the wilds of America.
A couple mismatched?
Yes.
Are they attracted to one another?
Oh yes.
An adventure that begins with a tempestuous honeymoon and ends with ship wreck. A Lady unsuited to the rigors of the wilderness is kidnapped by natives.
Does this story end well?
Vanessa’s not telling! Read it for yourself and find out!
But most of all buckle up and enjoy this rollercoaster of a read!
Read on for a steamy excerpt from the book…
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He admired her gorgeous hair, a pool of gleaming copper. Soft, silken, tendrils trailed like fire over the creamy mounds of her breasts, nipples taut, exposed to his carnal gaze. He ached with the need to mate her; she was irresistible, ravishing. Standing, he peeled off his clothes, turning to face her, his manhood pulsing stiffly from his groin.
“Look at me, wife,” he commanded. She gazed at him, never having seen a man naked before, she was fascinated; her eyes devoured the sight of his tumescent hardness that testified his desire for her. How proudly it jutted, long and thick. Were all men made so, she wondered. Her eyes travelled down his long powerful legs, covered in whorls of dark curling hair, the plain of his flat stomach, the wide, well-muscled chest, coated in the same dark hair. Her gaze took in his broad shoulders and strong biceps. Linnet’s gaze finally settled on John’s lean face.
Disconcertingly, he watched her beneath those hooded inscrutable grey eyes, his stare unwavering. As he moved purposefully towards the bed she shyly, nervously, shifted over to accommodate him. He gathered her into his embrace, kissing and caressing her. He began to stir her passion once more. His deft fingers worked their magic, her furrow quivering, slickly plump with desire. He slowly moved above her, this time she parted her legs unconsciously welcoming, he guided himself to her waiting cleft.
With a thrust, he drove into her yielding channel, she lifted her hips, bucking, meeting thrust for thrust, needing him.
“Now,” he whispered hoarsely, “now… you see, you are mine.”
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