Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Seduced Under the Mistletoe #Romance , #Quotes ,#Authors




SEDUCED UNDER THE MISTLETOE 

Release Date:                    1 November 2018
Buy Link :                             http://ed.gr/4j3l

Blurb:
Fearless heroines. Irresistible heroes.
Sixteen stories of Yuletide romance, brimming with scandal, sizzling passion, and the promise of true love.

From the snowbound Highlands to candlelit ballrooms, follow our feisty heroines as they unmask secret identities, scorn etiquette, and defy danger. See them submit to fierce warriors, sinful scoundrels, and masterful lords.

This boxed set will be available for just three months, so don’t miss out. Indulge in sixteen all-new novellas that will leave you longing for more than twelve nights of Christmas.

Buy Seduced Under the Mistletoe and lose yourself in 1000+ pages of heart-warming holiday romance!

Featuring authors from around the globe
Ashe Barker
Amy Rose Bennett
Vanessa Brooks
Em Brown
Ellie St. Clair
Nicola Davidson
Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Brandy Golden
Gracie Malling
Viola Morne
Carole Mortimer
Emily Murdoch
Jaye Peaches
Stacy Reid
Lauren Smith
Scarlett Scott


Mini blurbs
We hope you enjoy unwrapping these sixteen gorgeous novellas. Our authors, hailing from all over the world, are thrilled to have come together to create this sizzling set of historical romances. These stories appear chronologically, opening with a Viking tale, travelling through the centuries, and concluding in 1903.
Yuletide Yielding – by Ashe Barker
She shares his bed and he has her heart. Lynet is a powerless thrall in Stian’s household, property to be bought or sold on a whim. She adores her Viking master and knows he cares for her. But this Yuletide he is to wed and that changes everything…
Trusting Her Highland Laird – by Brandy Golden
Laird Gallagher loves his feisty Scottish beauty just as she is, but Eileen wishes to overcome her terror of the dark, and demonstrate her trust, by donning a blindfold. Will the experiment drive her fear deeper, or can he prove to her that love conquers all.
Duke of Christmas – by Ellie St. Clair
The Duke of Ware has avoided his betrothed for as long as possible in pursuit of pleasure -- until one fateful meeting. Christmastide takes on new meaning as the man who cares for nothing sets out to win his future wife.

A Christmas Masquerade – by Vanessa Brooks
The French revolution left behind a damaged angel. A bewildered child. A man in despair. Can the bitter Yuletide winds drive a Christmas miracle? Will there be enough seasonal magic to heal all three? 

Peril with a Prince – by Emily Murdoch
Prince Éduard of Aviroux is hunting down the Great Whisperer – the spy helping the French nobility escape the guillotine – when thwarted by the delectable Giselle. He's never seen a woman like her: resourceful, cunning, and ready for a fight. What he doesn't realise is that she's just the spy he's looking for. Trapped on an island together, will Éduard discover Giselle's terrible secret - or will he reveal some of his own? 
Her Mistletoe Promise – by Jaye Peaches
Sent home from the battlefields of the Napoleonic Wars, disgraced Lieutenant Elias Seton catches the attention of gregarious Jenny Templeton, who has fled London following a scandal. Determined to cheer him up, and with little thought for her reputation, Jenny seduces the officer and promises to keep him company every night between Christmas Day and Twelfth Night.
After their first night together, she discovers Elias is a demanding master of the bedroom. Will she be able to fulfil her promise, and what if her family discover them together?
Mistletoe Mistress – by Nicola Davidson
England, December 1813: Miss Rachel Lindsay is desperate. Abandoned at an isolated country inn on a snowy Christmas Eve, her only hope is a wealthy, stern, and sinfully handsome stranger—masquerading as her husband. Awaiting a carriage repair, Arran Elliott, Marquess of Kyle needs lodgings. And, it seems, a wife. But when their bargain turns into nights of scorching passion and sensual discipline, he can’t let the spirited and curvy beauty go. His—and her—secrets be damned…
The Gentleman’s Seduction – by Lauren Smith
Martin Banks wins a woman in a wager – the daughter of his most hated enemy, yet her spirit and passion remind him of how much he longs for love, in this Regency Christmas tale.
Bastian’s Surrender – by Carole Mortimer
Abigail Brown's first meeting with Lord Bastian Forbes, the Earl of Shaftesbury, is to find him tied naked to a bed at the notorious Club Venus, where she now works. The following evening, she learns he is to be the gentleman who claims her virginity. But things are not always as they appear, and despite the unusual start to their acquaintance, Abigail quickly finds herself falling in love with the arrogant earl. However, once the earl learns of her true identity, she has every reason to believe he will never return her feelings.
My Lady of Misrule – by Amy Rose Bennett
When widowed countess Minerva, Lady Harlow, discovers a devastating secret about her late husband just before Christmas, she turns to trusted friend Sir Tristan King for support. However, when a long-denied desire flares to life—and Minerva and Tristan agree to a Twelfth Night tryst—Tristan worries a secret of his own will ruin a treasured friendship. But then again, perhaps this shared night of wicked, unbridled passion will spark an everlasting love...

A Wicked Christmas Wish – by Em Brown
In this wickedly hot Regency, a husband betrayed ventures into the realm of domination and submission to claim his estranged wife. But will his intentions to satiate his burning desires backfire and ruin Christmas?

A Bluestocking for Christmas – by Viola Morne
Addy Blye is pretty, clever, and poor. When her ailing father can’t undertake his newest contract, Addy decides to impersonate him. Arriving in Cornwall, she meets the Duke of Trelawney, who is furious at her deception. Handsome and powerful, he stirs Addy’s darkest desires, but can she trust the duke with her heart?
The Marriage Game – by Gracie Malling
In Victorian England, a Christmas parlour game goes awry when Anna, a virtuous young lady, finds herself upended over the lap of David, her best friend’s rakish older brother. Now, it’s Christmas two years later and David has returned home from the British Army determined to make Anna his bride. But can she trust that he’s serious, or is this just another of his games?

Wicked Deeds on a Winter Night – by Stacy Reid
Primrose Markham and Captain Gabriel Northcote cannot deny the burning hunger between them. Will a wicked night of passion on a winter's night lead to the greatest love? Or only to betrayal?

The Night Before Scandal – by Scarlett Scott
When a handsome lord and an eccentric lady meet in the midst of a blizzard at a country house party, scandal is not far behind. What happens in a carriage does not always stay in a carriage, and Lord Harry and Lady Alexandra are forced to make a match to avoid ruination. Will they find true love together by Christmas day?
Master of the Moor – by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
After more than twenty years in exile, Lord Mallon returns to his native Dartmoor – a place vast and barren and mysterious – and there meets the charming Comtessa de Rosselline. Neither believe in love, but the attraction between them is immediate, and irresistible. Can they defy the ghosts of the past, allowing their tempestuous affair to become something more?



Teaser Quotes from Yuletide Yielding by Ashe Barker
“Please,” she murmured, then groaned when he stroked the hurt away. “Please, I want…”
“You want me to fuck you?”
She nodded, unable to lie to him, not about this.
“Tonight,” he promised and released her distended nub. He withdrew his hand, then bent to kiss the top of her head. “And remember, I can give you pain as well as pleasure.”

He knelt behind her and laid his hands on her reddened buttocks. He pressed, palmed them roughly, then eased them apart to examine the tight furl of her most secret place.
“Shall I take you here?” He pressed a finger against the opening.
“If you so wish, my jarl.”

He would never have his fill of this lovely little Saxon wench who relished pain and joy in equal measure. Whether he spanked her until she wept or fucked her until neither of them could see straight, she loved it. He loved it

Snippet from Yuletide Yielding by Ashe Barker
He paused, eyed her with a curious blend of exasperation and something else also. Something softer, warmer, more compassionate. “You did not hope to wed me yourself, did you? You must realise that is impossible.”
“I know that. I have never said—”
“But you have wanted it? Wished it could be so?”
“Perhaps,” she whispered. “But I am not a fool. I am a thrall. Vikings do not marry thralls.”
“They do, on occasion. But I am not merely a Viking. My brother is the jarl. I have responsibilities. Even so, I do not wish to hurt you, and I would prefer that you could be content with what we have.”
But even if you are not, it is happening anyway. The words lay unspoken between them.
His expression hardened. “I have said all I wish to on this matter. We will not speak of it further.”
“Very well.” Resigned to her situation since she could not alter it, and to her coming punishment, Lynet stared at her bare toes. “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Apart from the blanket and Stian’s cloak, she wore only her thin, rough woollen night smock.
“I do. Then you may arrange yourself across my lap.” Stian started to unfasten the leather belt around his waist.
“You would beat me with your belt?” Lynet recoiled. “I had thought you meant just to spank me.”
“Disobedience alone would have merited a spanking. Your dishonesty requires something a little sterner by way of correction. So, you will undress then come here, Lynet, and accept your punishment.”

Ashe Barker – Bio and Social Media Links


Ashe Barker whiles away her time in the wilds of Yorkshire, England, writing smutty books and drinking Earl Grey tea. She loves writing historical stories and has a particular passion for hot, sexy Vikings.
When not writing Ashe enjoys digital photography, reading erotic stories, pole dancing (though not especially well), and listening to Bon Jovi. Loud.
Website       http://ashebarker.com/


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 Thanks for sharing,

Anita

Friday, December 7, 2018

A #Romance - Tova’s Dragon by @LyndiLamont Steamy #PNR

Tova’s Dragon
Steamy Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Kingdoms & Legends, Part 2
By Lyndi Lamont
Tova's Dragon coverBlurb:
Seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg. Only he can aid you. You must fly with the dragon.
Tova Svensdottir, an earth mage, is on a mission to save her homeland, the Kingdom of Velosia from the evil wizard Bruno of Grimmdorn. Her grandmother tells her to seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg, but the old lord is dead. In his castle, high on a mountaintop, she instead encounters his son, the Outlaw Kane.
Kane fled Velosia after a futile attempt to rescue his father and his mate from Bruno’s cruel prison, killing the head guard in the process. Now that Bruno has been banished, Kane has returned to clear his name, but his purpose changes when he meets Tova. Tova’s warmth stirs his passions and her courage touches his heart, but he dreads telling her of his true nature, certain she will recoil. But Tova is made of sterner stuff.
Together, Kane and Tova have the power to save Velosia. If they survive the coming battle. But can an earth mage find happiness with a dragonshifter?
Tova graphic
Excerpt:
Tova awoke to find herself on a soft bed wrapped in the embrace of a very hot, very aroused man. She opened her eyes to look around the dimly lit chamber, and everything came back to her—the climb up the mountain, the lightning storm, being guided to the cave, and the fall in the tunnel.
She squirmed around to stare at the man. “Where am I? And who you are?”
He flashed a reassuring smile. “I am Kane and this is my cave. You fell and hit your head.”
She studied the face just inches from her own. He was older than she, perhaps in his third decade. Long black hair hung down to his shoulders, and his eyes were a warm shade of amber under straight black brows. Her gaze dropped to sensual lips above a cleft chin. He was handsome as sin and naked to the waist. A shiver traveled up her spine and her heartbeat increased. Why did his name sound familiar?
Around his neck he wore a heavy gold chain with a large, luminous pearl dangling from it. When she reached out to touch the pearl, she sensed power radiating from it, from him. “You guided me to the cave, did you not? I thank you.”
“You are welcome, daughter of earth.”
She smiled at the apt nickname. “I am called Tova Svensdottir.”
He nodded in acknowledgement. “How are you feeling, Mistress Tova?”
She assessed the situation. Though warmer, her head still hurt and her energy was depleted. Self-healing would take a long time in this state. “Better, but still weak.”
“I am not surprised, given your ordeal. Where were you headed in such a hurry, and what on earth brought you to my mountain? Are you lost?”
She hesitated, uncertain whether to trust him. Mutti Zee’s instructions echoed in her head and she plunged ahead. “I seek the Lord of Drakkenberg.”
Kane raised his brows. “You have come to the right place, though the old lord is dead.”
Suddenly, she realized who he was and scooted away from him. ’Twas just her luck to be rescued by the most feared outlaw in the land. “Please do not hurt me, Kane of Drakkenberg.”
With a sigh, he rose from the bed, clad only in his breeches and hose. He stared down at her, an earnest look on his face. “I would never hurt you, Mistress Tova. I am not the monster legend depicts me.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Well, not entirely.”
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Hope you are all having a Happy Holiday season.
Thanks Lyndi,
Anita

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Unholy Alliance by @RowlandKathleen #romance #Mystery Tirgearr #GreatRead



Inspirational thought from Kathleen -

Kathleen believes a friend is kind to another’s dreams. Everyone struggles, and a friend who tries to understand is priceless. When things go well, a friend shares the joy.

Blurb, Unholy Alliance:
The worst happened. Her cousin is still missing. Just released from jail for a murder she didn’t commit, thanks to attorney, Grady Fletcher. Tori has no clues. No destination. Just fear for the cousin she believes is held captive by an Irish mob boss, Seamus McGinn.
What if Tori were to park a food truck in the seedy waterfront neighborhood where the mob operates and hunt for this sadistic killer? Grady must protect the strong woman he’s come to adore. With emotions on a knife edge, Tori runs on instinct, on the desperation of affection between cousins. With adrenaline pumping, this is it. Tori identifies an island hideout, but Grady warns her to anticipate who her cousin is now.


Excerpt for Unholy Alliance-- takes place when her attorney, Grady, visits Tori’s food truck,
Deep Fried to Taste, for the first time.
She’d walked out of the Gladstone Prison a decade before she’d walked in. After ten years she was free. Free because of Grady. The effects of imprisonment scarred her but also strengthened her resolve. Her heart swelled with gratitude for freedom.
She had a home in her food truck and proved in one day she could make money. She had friends who worked within two blocks of the lot. Her former cellmate embalmed at a funeral home. Down the street, Grady appealed cases of the wrongly accused, and his detective, Maeve, not only found evidence to support his efforts, but she also wanted to know if her cousin was living in terror or dead and at peace. Earlier from her office desk Maeve texted her the link for MissingWomen25to30.com. Friends Amy and Finn were a phone call away. Her parents disappeared on the day of her conviction and bought a house in Carlow, Ireland. She trusted they longed for her as she did them. She mourned the loss of her brother but worried nonstop over Vivienne.
A gaping hole in her heart ached to find her. When she did, she’d take a full breath. Her search began where it left off. Seamus McGinn, the thug who’d framed her.
What did Viv look like now? Was she using the new last name, Valentine? Fairy tale beautiful with waves of blonde hair and a rosebud mouth, her flair for adventure sometimes led to trouble with wild boys.
Grady double-arm waved at her. It was as if he were a two-dimensional character in a dream. Handsome. As upstanding as any man could be. Her legs gave way. The figure in the distance did that, and she grabbed the counter. Dizzy and short of breath, she chastised herself for holding on to the romantic notions she fantasized about a hundred times a day. She stuck her head out the window. “I’m coming out.”
Grady met her on the stairs and offered a hand. The closer he got, the harder it was to concentrate on stepping down. His killer smile showed off two sexy dimples when he said, “It’s noon.”
Good noon to you.” She gulped. Readying herself for conversation, she took his hand, rose on her toes, and sniffed. “Hmmm, what is that? Shaving lotion? Man perfume?”
He chuckled, and a weird electric awareness went off in her chest. In slow motion, it cracked open slowly, sent out sparkly runners to forgotten girl parts, and pulsed there.
She pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. Their gazes locked. Her hair loosened from her bandana. “Drat, I’m a chef. Hair is supposed to stay put.” She took it off, placed the center of the bandana on the nape of her neck and tied a knot on the top of her head.
He reached to help tuck the ends under. “You’re so darn cute.”
Oooo, that scent. Are you going to tell me what it is?”
Eau des Baux Eau.” The warm, deep sound of his voice sent more sensations of want right through her. Behind him, the sun stretched a bit higher and seemed to shine just on him. “You like it?”
I sure do. Vanilla. You smell like a cookie.” Her heart thudded harder than it should.
Do you like cookies?” He bent his head for a kiss.
She kissed Mr. Good Noon with the wavy reddish-brown hair and body made to lose sleep over. Her breath hitched, and she took a step back from heartbreak. No reason to set sights on a man way out of her league. The glow dimmed, and the warmth backed off. “Care to look at my menu?” She stepped closer to the blackboard.
Now you’re speaking my language. I’m starving.” He raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth lifted. “Pimento cheeseburger corn dog.”
That’s my great food mash-up.”
I can see why. It blends two favorites, the cheeseburger, and the corn dog.”
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Meet the author, Kathleen Rowland, and her dark and dangerous world of romantic suspense.
Award-winning author Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Writing a romantic suspense series for Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Bittersweet Alliance in the works. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling romantic thrillers.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy secrets behind books, signup for Kathleen’s newsletter on her website:
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Thanks Kathleen, your book sounds awesome.
Anita

Friday, November 30, 2018

Youthful Temptations by @AuthorTinaGayle #HappyEnding #excerpt #romance



Youthful Temptations by Tina Gayle



Blurb:


A widow with two grown children, Linda Clayton is ready to let loose and have some fun. Jilted at a party, she met a younger man, Vaughn Reagan. He tempts with an active imagination and allures her into his life by tempting her with seductive games.


Vaughn thrilled to find a woman who doesn’t want children. He offers Linda a job so he can spend his days with her. Now, if he could only convince her to forget their age difference and enjoy the nights in his arm.

Excerpt:

He followed her and stood directly behind her when she paused by the counter. His breath ruffled her hair, and it brushed against her cheek. A wintergreen scent floated past her nose.

She turned and lifted her hands to create a barrier between them. “Why do you want to get to know me better? You can’t honestly be interested in me.”

He smiled and stepped forward so her hands landed on his chest. “I don’t know about that. Not many people would publicly oppose Philip. With his movie-star face and fake charm, he bamboozles most of the people in our neighborhood.” His hands gripped her waist. Yet, he didn’t crowd her like he wouldn’t release her if she decided to move away. “Or it could be I’m just a sucker for redheads. They radiate a fire which attracts me.”

What would he say if she told him she wasn’t a natural redhead? Studying his face, she judged the meaning behind his words. Twinkles of amusement danced in the depths of his gray eyes. His round glasses sat on a slightly crooked nose, an interesting feature that added to his youthful look. Dark hair framed his face, and a rebellious lock fell onto his forehead. The urge to brush the erratic strand back into place tickled her palm. She clenched her hands to stifle the compelling desire.

“I think there’s more to it. Anyone can buy this color in a bottle.” The musky scent of his cologne drew her closer. She melted a little under the heady fragrance, teased with thoughts of long bouts of sex on a hot summer day.

“Yes, but it’s also the redheaded attitude—fire and ice, feisty and fierce, the bite of a Doberman and the loyalty of a Lab.”

“So you’re calling me a dog.” She couldn’t help but smile at his metaphors. The man’s strange way of saying things provoked images in her head.

“No, I wouldn’t be that rude. But if you want to lick my face or sit at my feet, I won’t complain.” He tilted his head and offered a crooked smile.

Wow, what a stupid thing to say. A laugh broke free, and she shook her head. “You’re too cute for words and probably not much older than my son.”

He frowned, and his hands tightened on her waist. “I don’t believe age has anything to do with the emotional mix I’m experiencing at the moment.”

The naked lust in his gaze showed a serious desire to enjoy the pleasures of sex.

Startled by a hot rush screaming through her body at the unspoken invitation, she exclaimed, “But I’m years older than you!”

“And sexy as hell.”

She couldn’t take him seriously, not at her age and with her background. His house and truck cost more than she’d sold Tom’s business for. “I have two grown children.”

“And know multiple ways to please a man.”

Shocked, she shot back, “I’m a grandmother.”

“Who has the body of a sex goddess!”

She shook her head again. “You’ve got to be joking. Or maybe you need new glasses because no one has ever accused me of being a sex goddess.”

“Then they weren’t looking very hard.” His gaze fell to her breasts.

“Or you’re not getting out enough.” The idea of him really seeing her as attractive weakened her resolve. She rubbed her hands over the soft fabric of his sweater.

“But I can find a lot of examples of goddesses on the Web.” His hands inched their way along her rib cage.

“And they’ve been technically enhanced.” A shiver of awareness rose on her skin. She’d never been very good at resisting temptation.

“Which proves I know what’s awesome and what’s not.” His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts.

Linda closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. The warm stroke of his hands ignited a craving for sex that had been dormant one year, four months, six days, three hours, and twenty-three minutes too long.

Get a grip. The man would bolt for the hills if he ever laid eyes on her stretch-marked breasts. “You’ve, ah, not seen them in their natural state, so you can’t hand out an accurate comparison.”

“If that’s an invitation for a private viewing”—he cupped her breasts—“I accept.”

His words finally registered in her lust-filled brain, and her eyes sprang open. “What?”

“I’d be . . .” A light squeeze drew her attention to his hands covering her breasts.

“Oh my gosh, what am I doing?” She leaped back. Her hips bumped the counter, and his hands fell to her waist. She wondered at the number of drinks she’d consumed at the party. Could she be drunk? “I, uh . . .”

“Am embarrassed because you liked me touching your breasts.” Vaughn finished her sentence.
“It’s not a sin to like to be caressed.”

“Yes, but I don’t even know you.” She shifted along the edge of the counter until he relinquished his grip on her waist and then stepped away.

Desire tempted her, but she knew the trouble that followed if she allowed a stranger unlimited liberty. After only five minutes alone with her first husband, she’d jumped him. Lust robbed her of all her cognitive abilities. At her age, she should know better than to let him touch her. “I’d better call my son.”

“Wait.” Vaughn caught her wrist. “Don’t panic. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

Her face on fire, she scanned his serious expression. His gray eyes reflected a concern she’d not observed on a man’s face since her husband’s death.

“You know I find you attractive, and if given the opportunity, I’d make love to you.” He crowded closer and blocked her means of escape.

She tugged on her hand. The alluring voice of temptation whispered a titillating tale of frolicking around in bed with him at a resort hotel. Other visions followed—playing in the waves on a distant shore, having sex on a sandy beach, or dancing in the dark under a star-studded sky. She shook her head and fought for a reason not to finally satisfy her deep-seated yearnings. There were no ties to bind her in the morning. Why not?

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Thanks Tina for the sharing,

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Playing in the Naked Bluff, Texas #WesternErotica #HEA #ASMSG


As some of you know, I'm a Texas girl.

So when I started thinking about a new series and where it could occur, it was a no brainer for me--in Texas.

Next, I enjoyed writing my free read which happened in the early 1800's. The past was drawing me again to play. So I decided to write another erotic historical story.

Set in Texas in the 1800's, the world is changing and the people are having to change with it.

When I sent it to my editor, she had this to say. "I had never read a historical romance...I was afraid it was going to be like the old Harlequin days, nothing but manhood and mounds lol. But I really liked yours! Good storyline and steamy...perfect combo :-)"


The series is called Naked Bluff, Texas. It's about people in a small town near the Trinity River. This first story plunges you into the series with a splash.



Here's the blurb to give you an idea of what's to come.


A little dip in the Trinity river to cool off couldn’t cause any problem, could it?
Wading naked into the water, Carolyn Evans makes one misstep and finds herself in deep water, fighting for her life.
Zack Goodman is willing to rescue her from not only the swift current but the embarrassing situation of being hauled onto the deck of a steamship naked.
However, will he release her from her claim that they are married? Or will he teach her once words are spoken they’re not so easily retracted? 




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