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'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 is the sequel to Loving Her Duke and is also the second book of the British Blood Trilogy.)

HATING HER KING

Denney stood by the window overlooking the field, watching his nephew and his little mistress engage in a swordfight.

He had received news from his spy at Mainecroft Hall that a note had come for Lady Wilmot, inviting her to the birthday dinner of the bastard son of his late brother. Immediately, he had rushed to the castle, only to be greeted by yet another horrific surprise: the king playing in the evening sun with his supposed lady-in-waiting.

Denney did not want to admit it, but it seemed his nephew was quite taken with this one. He had known Alexander since he was a boy, struggling to be seen by his father and acknowledged by his jealous mother. From the moment Alexander decided not to concern himself with his parents anymore, nothing had seemed to affect him. Nothing. His nephew had truly never really cared about anyone, except of course his bastard brother and that wealthy lord who never smiled.

He Would Be King, No Matter The Cost