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(Hating Her King is the sequel to Loving Her Duke and is also the second book of the British Blood Trilogy.)

'Gwen pushed him back, trying to create enough space between them. "I do not love you."
Alexander smirked. "You do. You just don't know that you do."
Gwen moved back. "Do you know the ways of my heart."
"Yes, I do. And it tells the truth. You are only too stubborn to acknowledge it." He moved closer, pressing her against the wall. "When you decide to tell yourself the truth, I will be waiting." He kissed her forehead. "But don't make me wait long. I am not as patient as people think." This time he kissed her lips and staked off, leaving Gwen in a complete daze.'

Marriage and a family is all life is to Gwen and she would see to it that she is not humiliated before then. A wife, and not a mistress is what she plans to be, but what can be done when the king of her country makes a proposal to put her by his side?

Alexander is used to getting what he wants and getting his way, after all, he is King. But when he sets his eyes on the young and beautiful Guinevere who is just as stubborn as he is, will making her stay at the castle earn him her love, or will it be the beginning of his undoing?

HATING HER KING

Thus begins her protest, Gwen thought, slightly frustrated. "He is a good man, of humble means, but we are no better." When Beth wouldn't move, Gwen almost became angry. "Beth, stop acting as though you have been sent to the stakes. It is a marriage proposal, not a death declaration." At the least, she was getting marriage proposals, not lewd remarks, disgraceful suggestions and… and words to tease.

Suddenly, Beth's hand grabbed her arm. "No I really can't! I_" The urgency in Beth's actions piqued Gwen's curiosity, and her shifty eyes prompted closer attention. What was afoot?

Quickly, Beth set the basket down and rushed to shut the door, her movements betraying a sense of urgency. When she returned, she grasped Gwen's hands tightly and locked eyes with her, her expression fraught with uncertainty. "I cannot, Gwen." She confessed surely, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Beth, What Have You Done?!