…are perfect for reading.
Have you read Master of the Fleet?
He’s a weather shaper, controlling the elements wind and water, to keep his ships safe out at sea.
She’s the lovely lady who has captured his heart. But she has a dark secret, which doesn’t come out until she is bound to him by a blood oath and marriage vows.
How about an excerpt?
One evening about halfway through that last week, Anne-Marie looked up into his eyes. He had been morose since dinner, contemplating the journey back to the Côte, and wondering how he was going to cope with the circumstances he now faced.
“Richard, I’m sorry,” she said. “If I could go back and relive the evening of the banquet, knowing what I do now… But I can’t.”
“What do you suggest we do?” he asked angrily. “I’m bound to a woman who will never enjoy being with me, never be excited by my touch or my kiss.”
“I can’t help it, Richard. Maybe, in time, I will enjoy being touched. I don’t know.”
Sighing, Richard shook his head as he twirled the wine in his goblet. “All I ever wanted was for my wife to be my closest companion. In my bed, I hoped to bring her pleasure and make her happy to be my lover. I have no interest in simply using you to relieve my urges.”
“I will try, Richard, but I can’t promise. I never wanted to marry. Not after seeing what the worst of the drunkards do to women. I’ve seen only the scum of the world, not the cream of the crop.”
“I appreciate how you’ve shown affection when we’re out. I know it’s an act, but I appreciate the effort.”
“I’ve always enjoyed being out with you, but I won’t be a possession or a servant. I want to be my own person, not a prized catch to show off.”
“Have I ever treated you that way?” he asked as his temper began to rise.
“No, but now we’re married. The pursued has become the captured, and that can make all the difference.”
That night, when they went up to their room, Anne-Marie went into the dressing room to change for bed. Richard took the spare comforter, a blanket, and a pillow, to make up a bed on the floor.
He finished undressing as she stared at him, with her lips parted and disbelief in her eyes. If he hadn’t known better, he might have thought she was disappointed.
“Richard, please,” she tried once more.
“Bonne-nuit, Anne-Marie. Sweet dreams.”
As he tried to get comfortable on his makeshift pallet, he heard his wife get into bed, pull up the blankets, and turn over. A few minutes later, he heard her crying, muffling the sound with the bed clothes. He waited for her to stop, but she continued to sob into her pillow.
“Anne-Marie,” he called softly. “Anne-Marie?”
“Go to sleep, Richard.”
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m fine. Go to sleep,” she answered between choked breaths.
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