“And you are?”She fluttered her hand over her face andbrushed a wisp of light brown hair from her brow.The governor calls me Kitty. It’d probably be best if you did, too.”What an alluring name? It makes me think of a cat with its lips covered by a luscious coat of cream.”Jack stared at Kitty’s mouth, and his tongue tingled at the idea of tasting her rich, flavorful lust.She giggled and wove her hand through the crook in his arm. The soft swell of her breast bumped against his arm. “Oh, you’re naughty, but I love the alluring image.”Then, I hope you’ll let me have a taste later.”He didn’t crowd her but allowed her to step back.She led him across the entranceway to a door on the other side.Remember she’s a princess.”

“Let me be the drink in your cup. I know how to intoxicate you.”

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his kneesExcerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace WillowsComing this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.”

“We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know her like I do. I’ve touched every inch of skin. I’ve explored every part of her being. I love her shy when I pull her to my hips, my lap. I love her present uncertainty for things she knows how to do so fucking good. I love her pink flushed skin all over.”

“I want to have an affair.”

“I’m sorry, I really did want to talk to you.” His free hand went to her face and cupped her cheek. Something tightened pleasantly in her belly. “Just talk?” she breathed.He nodded, but used their clasped hands to pull her closer to him. She raised her head and met his eyes, a storm of blue and green. She smirked. “That’s a shame.”

“Gretchen,” Clint said, his voice full of the same luscious agony Gretchen felt building inside of her. “I’m going to kiss you.” He was giving her one last chance to back out, to push him away. That was not going to happen.Her mouth twisted with amusement. “Not if I kiss you first.”

“He was so much more than she had expected. More than a delicious body and a smile that came out of nowhere to light up the darkness of this hopeless place.”

“What Hans had intended to end at a simple kiss quickly escalated into something neither one of them seemed able to stop.”

“Yes. Kissing. Overrated.””I could change your mind,” Zach said, surprising the hell out of them both. Why would he take something as simple as this banter as a challenge? “I don’t know that I want to, but I feel right sure I could.””How arrogant. How typically male.””I suppose.” He shrugged and reached for the wine bottle. “More?”She nodded, frowning now. “How do you know you could change my mind? It’s been a long time since you… well—””Over two years.” The pain was there, an ache in his chest he imagined he would feel every time he thought of Hannah.And he thought of her every day. Dreamed of her about as often. But lately, maybe only in the past week, he’d begun to realize that his life had not ended with his wife’s.He either had to die or start living again.”

“We are only victims if we allow ourselves to be.”