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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 11, 2004
“I’m fine!” she cried softly. “Truly!”
Devon lowered her bottom, only to bounce upright. “Look,” she cried delightedly, “a hare!” Sebastian pointed toward a copse of trees. “There’s another one.”
Through the grass, several more heads popped up. Sebastian laughed as she darted first left, then right, spinning and twisting. “Stop!” he protested. “You’re making me dizzy.”
“Oh, but they’re so darling,” she panted. “I wish I could catch just one.”
In consternation she regarded his pose of indolent grace. In turn, she jammed first one fist against her hips, then the other. Her fingers wiggled. “Sebastian?” she queried.
“Sunrise,” he whispered, “is what this rose is called. And my God, but he was right…your nipples…are the exact same color as this rose.”
Devon, almost mesmerized by the reverence she sensed in him, was on the verge of reaching for him. She stopped in mid-movement. “He?” she echoed. “He?” She swallowed hard. “Sebastian, who do you mean? Who was right?”
He blinked, finally dragging his eyes from her breasts. “Why, Justin. He said that your nip —”
“Yes, that I heard! But do you mean to say that Justin…that your brother saw my” — faith, but she could hardly bring herself to say it — “my breasts?”
“I’m afraid so,” he said cheerfully.
Devon was mortified. “No,” she moaned. “It’s not true.”
“Well,” he said lightly, “if you don’t believe me, then you’ll simply have to ask him yourself.”
His blood began to pound once more. She lay with her hip nestled against the pillar of his maleness, which began to swell and throb, straining high against his trousers.
“Take me now,” she whispered. “Make me yours.”
“Devon,” he ground out.
Her smile wavered. “You’ll hurt me if you don’t.” Her voice caught on a half sob. “You’ll hurt me if you won’t.” Her voice finally broke, and so did he. He plunged forward, a powerful lunge that took him to the gate of her womb. Her tender chasm more than gave way. Hot, clinging flesh melted around his heat and hardness; it was impossible to tell where his body ended and hers began.
“I belong to you now,” she cried against his throat. “I do.”
Her breasts were even more glorious than he remembered — round, gleaming mounds of flesh that stood out from her chest, lush and delectably full, tipped by perfect, voluptuous peaks of pale coral. Her lungs expanded in a deep, tremulous breath — quite inadvertently, he guessed — setting those lush, jutting mounds all aquiver.
He knelt before her, his head poised between the scented harbor of her breasts.
And though he wanted his possession to be slow and un-hurried and careful, the feel of her silken channel clasped tight around his surging helm tempted him past bearing.
Enter Sebastian, a marquess from the right side of the tracks. Sebastian is all about the family, loyalty, and tradition- a definite blue blood through and through- and he just announced he is in the market for a wife so he can produce and heir. He happens upon Devon stabbed and unconscious in the street. He takes her back to his home, he nurses her back to life and sparks fly. Even though this might be Devon's fairy tale, to awaken in a beautiful bed with a gorgeous prince, Sebastian thinks she is a harlot with a sorid past and hidden secrets. She does have some secrets, not the immoral things Sebastian believes. I loved when she called him Lord Shyte and Lord Arse- she definitely had some spunk- and didn't take his high and mighty attitude. Sebastian turns Devon into a beautiful swan and although they fall in love, Sebastian knows she can never be for him.
The story is very cute, pretty predictable, and very heart warming. Just add a little Princess Diaries to the end and it the perfect fairy tale romance. Thanks Shawna for the recommendation!