The Christmas holiday is near at hand and Chantal D’Insigny is forced to flee her home in France and seek protection from the man she rejected only a fortnight before. To hide her secret, Chantal sent Jaimison away, convinced that if she kept him as she wished, the truth would be revealed and put her and those she loved in danger. But forgiveness was not hers for the asking and she must face her deadly foe alone.
Edward Jaimson was Chantal’s slave, his desire to submit to her as strong as his need to love her. Her dismissal hurt and he cannot bow to her again without risking his heart. Though she is a powerful witch, he is convinced she needs him almost as much as he needs her. Desire is not enough as they face an enemy who uses the innocent and corrupts the weak. The Arundale family draws together to fight one of their own. To save Chantal, Jaimison may have to let her go even if that means she may die to defend those she loves.
Edward strode across the room, trapping Chantal against the ledge under the window. “Why did you not tell me? I thought—” He clamped his lips shut and started to back away from her.
She gripped his arm. “I was a coward.”
He glared at her. “You? A coward?” He shook his head. “No. Lack of trust is not cowardice.”
Intently, she searched his face. Would he understand? “I was afraid to trust you.”
“You’re splitting hairs,” Jaimison said bitterly. “You have no reason to blame yourself, madam. You promised me nothing. Nothing is what I received.”
He froze when she moved closer, her hip brushing his, her breast pressing against his arm. “Not even memories? Do you dream of me, Edward? Do you stroke yourself and think of me?”
His nostrils flared and she felt his muscles clench. “What do you want?” He said the words in a harsh tone, and Chantal sensed he wanted to tear her apart with his bare hands.READ MORE
“I want to stop being afraid.” She held his hostile stare. “I want you.” She couldn’t put it any more clearly than that.
“If you want a pet that will take any kind of abuse and beg for more, you would be better off with a dog,” he snapped.
“I like it when you beg,” she said, and slid her hand over his biceps. “When you left, I thought I would forget you, make myself be without you. But every day only made me long for you more.”
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and stopped her touch. “I’m afraid my services are no longer available.”COLLAPSE