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Sinful Pleasures

By: Mary Reed McCall | Other books by Mary Reed McCall
Published By: HarperCollins e-books
Published: Mar 17, 2009
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Categories: Romance>Historical Medieval Romance>Historical Other


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A Noble Knight...

Once, Lady Alissende de Montague and Sir Damien de Ashby were passionate, secret lovers -- until the day Alissende had to turn her back on him, shattering both their hearts and changing their lives forever. Knowing he would never love another, Damien cast off all earthly concerns to dedicate his life to the Templar Knights. But now, his life endangered, he is thrust back into a world he'd left behind...coming face-to-face with the proud beauty who'd once spurned him.

A Wicked Promise...

Alissende will use her influence to save the man she still loves in exchange for his protection from the detestable, powerful earl bent on claiming her. It is a perilous bargain, forcing Damien to reunite with the one woman who could make him reject his vows for the temptations of the flesh. For their love rekindled will only burn deeper, threatening to consume them in the flames of dangerous intrigue and forbidden desires...

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A cottage along the coast of England
Three weeks later

Heat pressed down, the sun glinting through the branches of trees to caress Damien's skin. He was hot. Exhausted, too, but in a pleasing way. He rested on his back, replete, one muscled forearm shielding his eyes from the brightness... though not from the sight of her, just visible through that slit of space between his brow and arm.


She was so beautiful sitting beside him, with her long, dark hair curling over her breast, her hands busy with something.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a lazy smile, amazed that she could do aught after what had just passed between them. He shifted his shoulder a bit to see her better.

She offered that impish look of hers before glancing to him with an expression in her violet-blue eyes that set a new blaze of heat uncoiling through him. But she did not speak, only opening her palms to reveal handfuls of bruised, pale green leaves.

The scent of mint teased his senses an instant before she brushed her hands over his naked chest, and he made a low sound of pleasure at the cooling sensation left in the wake of her touch on his sun-heated skin. So good, that feeling... so good... and after a moment he reached up to her to pull her close, rolling her beneath him again to take her mouth with his, fully and deeply....

Light stabbed into Damien's eyelids, jerking him away from the sweetness of his dream. He frowned, his lids aching with the effort of forcing them open. Through the hard-won crack of vision, he noted the blurry outline of a long-robed form pushing open a shutter of some kind. Even brighter sunlight flooded the room, then, blinding him, and he made a noise in his throat, turning his head away, trying to lift his arm to block the glare. He could not. His wrists were bound to the frame of padded platform upon which he lay.

Nausea swept through him. Dark, impotent sickness at the memory of such bonds on him before. So many times before, with so much pain that followed...

With a strangled growl, he wrenched at the straps that held him, needing to break free, determined to keep from suffering under their diabolical hands and fiendish instruments again. In his struggle, his only covering -- a length of cloth or blanket that had been thrown across the lower half of his body -- began to slide away, but it was of no matter, for he must free himself... he had to break free this time or die in the trying....

"Be still, Sir Damien, or you will tear the stitches I labored so long to put in for you."

The low voice penetrated Damien's mind, along with the sliding, welcome sensation of the cloth being draped over his legs and groin once more. Something about that voice triggered a memory. It was the same one from before, from the night he'd been carried away from his cell. Peace, man, there will be no further harm to you with us....

The voice echoed in his thoughts again, and, ignoring the renewed hurts that seemed to sweep through his body with the effort, he raised his head as much as he could, squinting anew to make out the owner of those soothing tones. Slowly, the chamber came into focus. It was a roughly hewn cottage, from the looks of the wattle-and-daub walls and bare window holes; the raw-cut square openings were protected by naught but the shutters that had only recently been pushed open.

Finally, he could see the chamber's other occupant. It was a man, though somewhat older than he'd expected from the youthful lilt of his voice. He looked to be twoscore or a little more perhaps, tall but not overly slender; in fact, he was built like one who handled weaponry, though with...

Sinful Pleasures

By: Mary Reed McCall