Rayna de La Roche once lived a privileged life of a Spanish royal until her brother dragged her to America. In order to return to Spain, she must find a hidden treasure somewhere in New Orleans. She pairs up with a rugged American mercenary, whose mere touch unleashes her deepest desire.
Captain Zachary Nash has been accused of a murder he did not commit. On the run, he’s hired to protect Rayna. As much as he wants her, Zach cannot hope to have her, for she sees him as a common criminal. But keeping his hands off of her while they hunt down the treasure may be his toughest task yet.
As the passion sizzles between the royal and the captain, they’ll have to decide if the treasure is more important than love…
“Do I get not a mercenary or a thief in the night, but Zachary Nash?”
He peeled off his shirt, exposing a muscular chest, perspiration reflecting the lamplight. She watched him from beneath hooded eyes while motioning for him to continue.
He dropped the cotton breeches and pulled free of his boots. His pistol and dirk were set gently on the secretary. He stood before her in his glorious body, golden-brown shoulders to white hips. He was all muscle, flesh, and swollen with desire. He was a magnificent specimen of a man, and her fingers ached to touch him, explore him, possess him.
He motioned to himself, standing nude before her. “Zachary Nash.”
A giggle escaped her lips at the absurdity of it, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off Zachary Nash.
“Does Rayna invite me to join her?”
Again that giggle found release. “Sí, I believe so.”
She pushed free of the bed and stood pressed against him. Running her hands along his hips, she spread her fingers across his buttocks and massaged his muscles. He shifted his weight with a slight intake of air, filling her lungs with power. He wanted the real Rayna? Well, she was experienced and could bring a man to his knees before her. Her knight would be no exception.
Her hand worked down his hip to wrap her fingers around his swollen shaft. His body stiffened; she allowed her fingers to explore, to stroke, to massage, to excite. She rose to her tiptoes and nibbled on his ear then ran her tongue down his throat, tasting the salty perspiration on his skin. She ran her fingers along his torso as she lowered herself to her knees.
He stood steadfast before her, his legs parted by a foot or so. The muscles of his calves turned soft under her expert fingers as she moved up his legs; his thighs were hard and smooth. Her fingers glided over his legs and over his groin. His hands moved upward and rested for a moment on her shoulders until the sensations overran his ability to think, and his fingers roamed through her hair.
She knew. She had been here before, with many men.
He’d learn like all the rest—her ability to control him was this easy. Her lips touched his shaft, and he groaned. She ran her tongue up and over the tip, again and again, until his body stiffened, nearing release, right where she wanted him. She stopped and rose to her feet—leaving him wanting.
She faced him, enjoying her victory, but his blue eyes were as dark as a roiling storm. Hot, thick air eased through he door, fluttering the curtains, eliciting a rise of gooseflesh over her body with its gentle caress. Her knight hadn’t moved, hadn’t so much as taken a breath, but she knew he throbbed with desire. A release she had denied him.
“You have met the real Rayna, my knight.” She flashed a victorious smile as he stood motionless and vulnerable. But instead of bowing to her power as other men had, he smiled in return and stepped toward her.
Award winning author, Meg Hennessy, lives amid rolling hills of the Kettle Moraine in Wisconsin and got the bug to write while in college studying Nursing. Besides being a Registered Nurse and Clinical Hypnotherapist, Meg turned her attention to her writing career. With her father born and raised on Mississippi’s gulf coast, Meg grew up immersed in the culture of an old Southern family and writes with a strong Southern flavor. It was her sense of wonderment when visiting her grandmother’s home as a child that now bubbles upward into her writing of today. She likes to create high-energy characters against historically rich backdrops, offering her readers a vivid peek into the lives and loves of yesteryear. Her first novel, SHADOWS OF A SOUTHERN MOON, was awarded the EPIC award for Best Historical Romance in 2010, WHISPER OF GOLD, was a finalist for EPIC’s Best Western Romance. In 2011, she contracted with Entangled Publishing to write the Secrets of the Bayous Trilogy. The first book, DARK SECRETS, DEEP BAYOUS, was awarded the 2015 HOLT Award of Merit and was a finalist in the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. Book two of the trilogy, A PIRATE’S COMMAND, was released July 2015, and Book three, the final book of the series, A PIRATE’S REVENGE, released January 25, 2016.
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