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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

Alexander's gaze came to her face which remained turned from him. There was sadness. It was consuming.

"How did he die?" He should have required Mr. Macquoid to find out.

The tune resumed, quietly turning into a beautiful symphony.

"Beth had always wanted to see the world and in a way, she did, through books, tales told by the merchants in the marketplace, and through maps. My sister loves to study maps. I could never understand the crossing lines and the coloured regions."

The roads and the seas? Alexander almost chuckled but said no word. She was a delight.

"Since she could not be able to travel, considering our family's fortune, she took to hill climbing." The song stopped abruptly. Guinevere turned to him. "She swore she would climb the hill at westside manor, and every hill after that, simply to gaze upon the open plains."

She Would Be His