Jasmine Appiah

"Rudolph."
          
          He looked down at her. The dim light from the hall caught the dark of her eyes. God, was she gorgeous. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths beneath the silk.
          
          "You need to sleep," he urged, the word more of a plea than an order.
          
          "I need you." The words fell from her lips with a raw, unadorned honesty.
          
          Rudolph's breath froze, he stared down at her alluring face. "What did you just say?"
          
          She raised her eyes to his. "I said I need you."
          
          His heart gave a heavy thud as he watched her rise to her feet, swaying slightly, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric. Rudolph couldn't move; it was as if his very blood had turned to ice, then back to fire. He couldn't breathe. 
          
          Jasmine rose on her toes, her mouth pressing a soft, damp kiss to the ridge of his jaw. "Don't be so cold, Rudolph," she breathed. "It's just me."
          
          He stiffened, his hands coming up to push her away. Instead, they hovered in the air, trembling, his fingers inches from her shoulders but unable to close the distance. She kissed his cheek. The corner of his mouth. His eyes dropped shut, his head tilting back as he fought the urge to drown in the scent of her.
          
          "Jasmine." His voice was a broken thread.
          . . .
          
          
          BLUE FIRE - JASMINE APPIAH 
          

She wore bronze like a dare.
          He wore silence like a blade.
          
          Two nights of locked doors.
          One ballroom.
          Five hundred witnesses.
          
          And still, the only thing either of them saw was the other—burning.
          
          "I watched every man in this room satisfy their eyes with what's supposed to be mine."
          
          His hand at her back. Her pulse beneath his palm. The music swelling, breaking, dying.
          
          Then nothing.
          
          Just the crack of something heavy meeting the wall on the other side of a closed door.
          
          And the sound of a woman crying alone in the dark.
          
          Wagered to the Duke
          
          Some vows are just the beginning.

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NEW CHAPTER: [FINAL] EPILOGUE - The Book is COMPLETE! ✅
          
          To all my wonderful readers,
          
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          The epilogue, "Thirty-Four," has just been published. All chapters are now available, from the first scandalous wager to the last, heart-stopping revelation.
          
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"I am undone."
          
          Three words from the most powerful Duke in England, whispered against the skin of his virgin bride in the shattered silence after their marriage was consummated.
          
          He was a fortress. She was a mystery. For two days, tension simmered. Then, in one night, it exploded into a passion that rewrote every rule.
          
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✨ TEASER ✨
          
          She only wanted a moment of air.
          He gave her a promise of ruin instead.
          
          “Tsk, tsk,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous velvet that made the fine hairs on her arms rise. The faintest shadow of a smile played at his lips—the sort that knew exactly how much havoc it caused.
          “Such haste to be rid of your betrothed, Miss Prescott.”
          
          The kiss he laid on her knuckles lingered—slow, deliberate, scandalous.
          And then he vanished into the ink-black night…
          
          …leaving her breathless, shaken, and twice as confused.