Happy Wednesday. Today we’re heading back to 1811 where Colin meets Najja. Enjoy!
From England’s cold mausoleum homes to Africa’s vastness, Colin fights for the love and respect of a warrior’s heart to keep his family together.
Preferring solitude, Colin Faulkner resides at his country estate. Yet, fate being fickle, introduces a mysterious woman into his life. Societal dictates say he has no business wanting her…he does.
Najja’s in England for one thing, however, meeting Colin changes everything. After he unexpectedly becomes Earl of Clifton, Najja withdraws. Her excuse? His title. Her vow.
Colin doesn’t care, but wanting and having Najja are two different things. For Najja can never truly be his so long as another controls her.
Obstacles are meaningless when a love that spans the continents is…
What the Earl Desires
Excerpt for What the Earl Desires
She sank her hands into the cool silken waves he called hair, it smoothed over her skin like water. Eyes closed she barely noticed when he lifted her with one hand to straddle his lower body. All she knew was he felt delicious between her spread legs. In and out his thick tongue plunged making her squirm as longing filled her. A longing for something more, to find some sort of completion.
His touch skimmed her breast and the tip hardened to a point, craving more of his scandalous caress. She whimpered and rubbed against him which in turn created a rumble from his chest. She rocked again. And again. Only when she felt his touch at her waist did she wrench her eyes open and end the kiss.
Dragging her mouth from his, she stared at him while her heart pounded out of control. He stared at her, his nose flaring with every deep breath he ingested. Colin moved his eyes from her face down to the blatant tell of her arousal. Her breasts remained pebbled and the blouse she wore couldn’t hide that fact. His gaze was wild when he returned it to hers.
Before he could say a word, she slithered off his lap and put a bit of distance between them. “I believe that seals the deal then, Mr. Faulkner.”
Eyes narrowing he growled, “Colin, damn it. Call me Colin.”
He pushed up from the bed and stalked toward her. She refused to show fear or cower so she lifted her chin and held his gaze the entire way. Not that she feared he would physically harm her, more like she feared her own reaction to this man who made her think of nothing but nakedness, sex and lots of it.
“You want me to leave?” Honey dripped off his words enticing her to take a taste. Just one more. What harm could it do?
“It is not a matter of what I want or not. Your part of the deal was for a kiss. You got that.” For the life of her she wanted him to stay. Longed for him to lift her in strong arms and carry her to the bed. Undress her and…
He continued to approach until there was no space between them. “I will leave for now, Najja, for we both know what is about to happen if I stay. But we have a lot to figure out between us. I want that intimate kiss, more than you could possibly know.” Colin lowered his head and brushed his lips along hers, tenderly. “Good night, luv.”
She found herself alone and with shaking legs, sank to the thick blue and brown rug and dropped her head into quavering hands. By the gods, what had she done? This was not the way for her to act. She was here to do a job, nothing more.
At least the deal is sealed and I know Jo will be in good hands when I leave. Still trembling, she got to her feet and made her way to the bed where Colin Faulkner had shattered the bubble she’d erected around her heart and crawled in. His scent still present and she didn’t wish to acknowledge that it made her feel all the more comfortable having it in her nose as she drifted off to sleep.
She woke early unsure if she truly felt rested or not. Seated on her trunk at the end of her bed she barely looked up from where she strapped on her sais when the door opened and Jo stuck her head in.
“Morning, Jo. I am almost ready.”
She didn’t try to hide the weapons, Jo knew she carried them with her all the time. As well as her other weapons. Tying the final rawhide strip, she glanced up to see her friend watching her with a mischievous sparkle in her brilliant blue eyes. Immediately she became suspicious.
Narrowing her gaze, she slid the sai home and placed her booted feet upon the floor. “Since when do you lie to me?”
“When do you lie to me?”
Najja frowned. “I have done no such thing.”
Jo crossed her arms drawing the purple muslin tighter. “Then tell me,” she demanded with annoyingly smug satisfaction, “why I saw Colin sneak out of your room last night, looking all kinds of satisfied.”