LOGINStuck in an arrangement she cannot bear, Princess Cordelia decides she's going to take charge of her own destiny. All was going according to plan until her precious belongings were stolen by a handsome, yet incorrigible thief. When she discovers the thief's true purpose for arriving in her kingdom, she becomes ill with fright. Cordelia has to make a choice—make nice with the man and agree to his demands, or, chance her true identity becoming known.
View MoreThe soft sound ofhis beating heart soothes Cordelia into wakefulness, a soft, warm tingling feeling is against her cheek. She couldn’t remember the dream she had, but, she couldn’t deny that reality had somehowfeltlike a dream come true.
***Note: This chapter deals with sexual themesthemes. You have been warned.***
Cordelia's day dress was becoming stained at the bottom, the dirt not taking kindly to the satin fabrics of her skirt. Then again,what could she expect from seven long days of travel?Word of her capture had spread throughout the kingdom—which she would have found amusing if it wasn’t true. She had convinced the thief that because she looked like the princess, they had to avoid capture at all costs—meaning going to ramshackle inns and taverns so they wouldn’t be caught. She had thoughts to cut her ha
Her body is hot, the fabric of her dress sticks to her exposed skin. He peels her cloak from her shoulders, exposing the trickles of sweat glistening down her neckline. His kiss gently trails from her lips to her chest. A sharp gasp elicits from Cordelia’s mouth—her heart beats recklessly. Why did something so sinful feel so good? Why wasn’t she stopping him? If her schooling had taught her anything—it was that men’s advances meant nothing good—especially from dishonourable ones.But, the man didn’t know