To save her father, Ceryn reveals she's the only fertile maiden in the kingdom and offers the king an heir. Being only a peasant, her audacious claims set off an unexpected chain of events. *** Ceryn's quiet life shatters when her father is sentenced to death. Desperate to save him, she sneaks into the palace and exposes a secret she planned on taking to the grave: She's the only fertile maiden in the land, capable of bearing the king's heir. With war looming, King Varkon already has enough on his plate. A calculating, level-headed ruler, he knows reckless moves could threaten his throne. Yet something about the peasant girl ignites his blood and makes him risk it all by claiming her. Their bloodlines are oil and water: a powerful king with an ancient ancestry, and a peasant with secrets that could ruin the kingdom. Their union exists only to produce an heir. Romance was never part of the bargain, yet every stolen glance and heated touch forces them to tread a razor's edge of duty and temptation. Their attraction threatens to shatter the kingdom's fragile balance. And with enemies circling and betrayal whispering through every hall, their union could either forge a new dynasty - or doom the realm forever. *** "My entire body tingles with the maddening need to pleasure and protect her. I am a king for Kryndor. But for her? I am a beast. There are no politics, bureaucracy, or rules when it comes to her. Only primal instinct."

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

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