AWAKEN, MY LOVE

BOOK SERIES

ZAZZLE RS

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Did I forget to tell you that you are dead?...

 

Thirty-nine-year-old Elaine Metcliffe awakens in another century...inside another woman's body...married to a virile 19th century English baron who is a far cry from her own 20th century husband.  Bent on seducing the resentful young bride he believes her to be, Charles tempts Elaine with erotic pleasures she has only read about.  But fending off a handsome nobleman who is tutored in sexual Tantrics is the least of her worries.  Just when she is beginning to adapt to life sans tampons and Häagen-Dazs ice-cream, the owner of Elaine's new body delivers a note:  she wants her body back ...

 

 
HER
 
Hot.
 
Wet.
 
Her flesh wept for release.
 
AML GLOBAL
Germany

Italy

Poland

Poland
Russia

Spain

Taiwan
 
Matthew slept beside her in their Chicago condominium, as he had slept through seventeen years of emotional incontinence, forcing her to slake the very passions he inspired. Had used to inspire. Time and again he had turned her aside: “Go to sleep, honey; we’ll make time tomorrow night,” or, “Go to sleep, hon; we have a busy day tomorrow,” or simply, “go to sleep; I’m bushed.”
 
Her hips arched, fingers slippery with desire. For her husband. For someone. Somewhere. Oh, God, what a waste. It wasn’t his fault, not Matthew’s. All these years, forever, she had wanted that which could never be, would never be, wanted more than self-indulgence, fleeting, furtive pleasure—wanted, wanted—
 
Her breath caught in climax, loneliness a physical implosion. She was never more aware of just how alone she was than at these moments. She gratefully surrendered to the oblivion of solitary gratification.
 
 
 
HIM
 
Cold.
 
Dry.
 
Her flesh repelled his.
 
Morrigan turned her head aside, biting her lips to endure that which she had refused for the duration of their marriage, one year today—tonight. He gritted his teeth. Though reputed to be one of the most licentious men in England, he could not in good conscience seek another, forced to slake his passion on a woman who would be happy for him to do the very thing that his fickle nature would not allow.
 
His back arched, cock flexing deep within his wife. Tension pooled at the base of his spine. God, what a waste. It wasn’t her fault, not Morrigan’s. He hadn’t known, hadn’t been able to see beyond his own desires. His own wants. But he did want; he did desire. More. More than this, more than duty, more—
 
His breath caught in climax. He had never known what aloneness was until this moment, knowing he would always be alone at moments like this. He gratefully surrendered to the oblivion of solitary gratification.
 
 
 
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