Nancy_Jim

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What are the chances that a selfish, spoiled and arrogant daughter of a noble man in the little town of Griffinwald would fall head over heels in love with a foreigner, an affluent merchant who bathes in the very waters of pride, arrogance and bloated ego?

 What are the odds that the universe would plan their meet in the most dramatic way; a missing handkerchief flying off with the wind; Scared horses whinning loudly in the distance, a banging thunderstorm is the grand plan.

 What if this merchant has travelled this far to seek out a certain girl who should become his bride, only to land his heart in another woman's bosoms? 

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"The housekeeper is not," said she. "And I am not dumb enough as you think. I can figure my way out of here."


"You can?"


"Yes, I can."


"Hm." Rochester travelled his hand up to his lips. Bussing his mouth sensually with his thumb, he felt his lips divide. Hoping it would have the desired effect on the girl, he said, "I am still confused. Why haven't you left here already? Is there perhaps something else you would need me to do for you? Want to warm my bed perhaps?"


"You are disgusting, sir! And I hate you!" Louisa yelled, and in a couple of sprints, she was outside his chamber, shutting the door with a slam.


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PS. This book is set in thesame fantasy world as my other book, "The Dark Lord's Maiden." You could add up the other book to binge read up to the latest chapters to understand the personality of these characters. But then again this book can also be read as a stand-alone, apart from TDLM.

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The Merchant's Bride

Louisa started to feel like she would break if he kept on claiming her lips so savagely. Rochester did not look like he was willing to quit even if she did. He, in a short beat, peeled open her mouth to thrust right into her. Louisa was not prepared for how he plunged his wet tongue inside her mouth. Was she meant to take it? She wanted to so badly. She did. She could not just smell the rum off of him. She could now also taste the liquor off his tongue. And while that sounded gross, she did enjoy it all the more.


If it was Rochester doing this to her, then it had to feel right. It did feel good. More than that, she could not only feel but share in every emotion he'd kept hidden from her, for so long... 


Rochester soon pulled out his tongue and resumed kissing her deeply as before. 


SCREWED