A penny for an Earl

Kig Romance

“Mine”
that dark voice from earlier repeated, filling his veins with euphoric heat at the thought, quickening his breath.
She is mine.
My penny.
He’d resisted for so long, he hadn’t prepared for the onslaught. For her to neatly dispense with his self-imposed barriers, tearing apart the only thing standing between her and his need for her. Perhaps he was a fool. Or a primitive brute.
It really should bother him more, exposing the savagery of how he felt about her.
The possessiveness.
The ferocious triumph.
But it didn’t. Not half as much as the thought of some other man taking what belonged to him.
“I am sorry, James,” she slurred softly before sliding into slumber.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, breathing in her peony scent. Then, he breathed out words he should not feel, let alone say. But she was asleep, so she would never know.
“I am not. In truth, I am not sorry at all.”
Lady Penelope Hollingbrook always gets what she wants. Always. And what she wants more than anything is to marry James Hallow Earl of Thornbridge. The problem? He’s not interested. Not even a little.But penny cannot afford to lose. James Hallow knows how determined the entirely-too-beautiful Miss Penny can be—the daft woman cornered him at a perfectly respectable dinner and mangled his cravat before he could escape! He has no desire to marry, less desire to be pursued, and will certainly not kiss her kissable lips until they are both breathless, no matter how tempted he may be. Thrown in her part by fate, James finds himself under a sensual siege from a tiny, flirtatious sprite who puts both his heart and his vow to remain unwed at risk. And when scandal and scandalous desires loom, you can bet a penny that the surly brute would be hers! A fact dear James is about to learn the hard way.

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