Free Trusting the Rogue by Danielle Lisle

felt wetness there. She cried. He sat up and pulled her into his arms, cradling her in his embrace as he kissed away the tears upon her face.
    “I hold no doubts about your feelings for Harold. I see them as plain as day. What I don’t understand is how you feel for me,” she uttered.
    He almost snorted. “How could you not? Do you think what we shared just now is what every bedding is like? It is hardly the case. We just made love, my dear—the pleasure and connection were unlike anything I have felt before, and I know I will never feel that way with any other woman. I want you, Hannah—only you.”
    “The duke never wanted me.”
    “Then he was a fool, for I can see no one else in my future that I want more than you. I will give my whole heart and soul to you and Harold. Will you grant me leave to do that—love you both as you so richly deserve?”
    Hannah pulled away from him and for a moment fear gripped at his flesh. But as she raised a hand to his face, tracing the lines of his jaw, then his lips, there was something in her touch that gave him hope.
    “Love? Are you sure that this is what you feel?” she whispered.
    Never in his life had he been so sure. “Indeed, my dear. My love for you is so strong I am certain they will hear it on the wind in Scotland. It travels upon every breath I take and I hold no care to stop it.”
    She gave a gentle laugh as her mouth reached his. Andrew’s soul felt free once more as he pulled the woman before him into his arms. He loved her well into the morning, giving them both hope of a life filled with love and family.
     
     
     
     
     
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    Rogues of Deception: The Rose’s Bloom
    Danielle Lisle
     
    Excerpt
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    A clear blue sky was a rarity at this time of year. England had the worst weather, apart from Scotland, perhaps, where it rained no matter what the season.
    Damon knew he shouldn’t complain, especially on a day as grand as this. The birds were singing, the wind whispered softly as it passed him, and the wildlife rustled in the underbrush. He was not after a small creature. No, he had his sights on a mighty stag. His man of business had mentioned seeing one in the area when he had recently journeyed from London. How prized would the animal look hanging on his wall? Of course, his study was already filled with the heads of other beasts, but Damon would make sure his staff found room for this creature’s massive antlers.
    Approaching the large, winding river where he hoped his prey would stop to drink, Damon was surprised to notice a white mare tethered to a fallen tree. The mare raised her head as he approached, though she paid him and his black stallion little mind, finding the greenery below more appealing. He noticed the horse wore a sidesaddle and Damon’s eyebrows drew down as he looked for another steed. The mare was a fine horse, her saddle also of noble quality, yet it was unlikely a lady of nobility would have ridden out alone. A lady would never be found unchaperoned. It could ruin her reputation.
    Scanning the tree line along the wide river, he became more puzzled as time progressed. Had the lady come to some harm? Where was she?
    A sudden ripple in the water caught his attention. A woman rose, gasping for breath, taking the air deep into her lungs before she laughed, flipping onto her back, floating around as she gazed up at the blue sky.
    It took Damon a moment to overcome his shock at the woman’s sudden appearance before he noticed she wore nothing but her slip. A very sheer slip. His eyes moved hungrily over the wet material, which clung to the vibrant curves underneath. The round softness of her breasts and the darker shadow at the apex of her sex intrigued him, as it would any hot-blooded male. His cock hardened as he sat upon his steed, conflicted between twin desires—to watch, or to make the girl aware of his presence? The former won out, and he encouraged