My Forbidden Choice: Stealing the Comte’s Desire
In the shadowed parlor of the Solinon château, air thick with candle wax and unspoken sins, I face him. Rocque de Laderclos. His eyes burn into mine, that damned question hanging: ‘Æmilia or you?’ My cousin’s fiancé. Fresh widow myself, husband’s blood barely dry in some alley. Heart hammers. Thighs clench. Forbidden. Wrong. But my […]