Oh and there is so much about this situation that he doesn't know. He also doesn't know he is about to fall in love with his captive.
If you entered the coffee time romance contest that ran the last two weeks, I will be positing the winners as soon as possible. I was waylaid by various events. But I have't forgotten you and will make sure the winners are posted by the end of weekend.
Christine
EXCERPT
Slade
inhaled a long slow breath, and fought for the control he always prided himself
on having. He called himself every kind of fool he could think of for wanting
the little treasonous spy he been sent to bring to trial. He had never thought
that another little tease would ever get the better of him.
'"I
don't force women," he told her through clenched teeth.
"Then
get off me."
He
remembered another time and a girl who was called Anna--Lady Anna. The sexual
knots she had tied him in still haunted him. He’d wanted to give her the world
and all she wanted was a fling before she married the richest man--the
Earl--her daddy could find for her. She’d teased him with promises before she
ever let him touch her. Each time the passion grew hot and intense she would
fasten her bodice with calm fingers, smile at him and leave.
"Give
me a good reason," he told her smoothly.
"Because
I don't want this," she said.
Slade
couldn’t turn the passion on and off. Not at first. But he had learned. He
hadn't expected Lainie MacPherson to bring him to a passion he couldn't walk
away from.
"I
didn’t promise to stop," Slade said coolly. "I told you we’d
negotiate what came next. Offer me something that is as fascinating as this."
Slade’s
hand moved, pressing against Lainie, caressing her. She squirmed and tried to
push his hand away.
"French
brandy and perfume. Set to anchor just north of Dundee," she told him.
"You’re
a spy. You can do better than that."
She
shook her head. "Weapons on board."
"We’re
at peace right now."
"There
are always those who resist."
Slade
shrugged and leaned close to Lainie. "You’re my fortune, when I deliver
you to Bertram."
"My
journal, the one you took. It’s no good to ye without the code," she said
quickly, knowing what she said to be a lie. Her journal was personal, nothing
else.
He
paused, watching her. She had teased him with her kisses but now she wanted
only to be free of him. Yet there was genuine fear in her eyes. He had done
nothing to elicit that. She was afraid of him--or of his lovemaking--and the
notion irritated him. He wanted to understand why.
Angry
with himself and the fear he saw in her sky blue eyes, Slade withdrew his hand
and moved away from her. He refused to be seduced into wanting a woman more
than she wanted him. That was the kind of mistake he would make only once in
his life.
"What
code?" he asked skeptically.
"The
ones the resistance designed to keep the English from intercepting anything
important."
Slowly,
Slade sat up, giving Lainie more room. But he was careful not to give her room
to escape. He had seen Lainie move. She was fast, nearly as fast as he was.
"All
right, little fox. Talk to me. If you’re willing to decipher it," he let
the words hang between them. "The knowledge might save your life."
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