What the Earl Desires
Rakes & Rogues
~ Book 1
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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
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
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Colin began to undress but paused when his shirt hung open
and over his black breeches. Before he could reason with
himself or talk himself out of it, he found himself standing
in the dark hall outside Najja’s room.
Slowly, he turned the handle and slipped into the room. As
it clicked softly, he waited for his eyes to adjust, the
glowing embers of the banked fire offered only a little
light. He was nervous, sneaking around brought back memories
of being young and full of himself.
“Mr. Faulkner,” a slow drawl came from his right, even more
pronounced was the accent and it slid along his skin,
leaving him wanting. “What are you doing in here?”
She became visible in his peripheral and the fleeting glance
was more than enough to shove all remaining air from his
lungs. Bloody hell! All the blood rushed to his
groin. She wore a white top which showed off her midsection
courtesy of the way it was cut. The neckline dipped down to
a point exposing the swells of her breasts and the bottom of
the blouse rose to a point as well. Then she wore a pair of
black long pantaloons. Her feet were bare. Along one side of
her belly he saw what looked like to be scars.
Lust broadsided him so hard he nearly collapsed. Lord; had
he known this was the body she kept hidden beneath
those drab dresses…
“What are you wearing?” The question sounded more like a
“Blouse and kurta. I prefer this to the dresses which are
important in your society. You have yet to answer my
question. What are you doing in here?” She stared at him
with hunger in her eyes and yet he could see it was very
contained. He wanted to break those walls and release it to
be reveled in.
Her hair sat gathered in a loose twist down her back. He
longed to free it, feel it tumble about his skin, wrap his
hands in it while he plundered her mouth, feel it trail over
his thighs as he... With difficulty he focused on her face.
He longed to explore her body.
“Colin,” he said, voice silvered with want as he approached
“Very well. What are you doing here, Colin?”
He gripped her arms and backed her against the door.
Lowering his head by hers so their lips were barely
separated he allowed himself one more moment of bliss. Her
satin-like skin rested beneath his fingers, her alluring
scent poured around him. He hovered on the brink between
heaven and hell.
In a guttural voice, he said, “I have come for my kiss, luv.”
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