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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

Charles slowly pushed the door to Beth's bedchamber, and stepped in, his movements deliberate and careful.

Beth was standing so poised and elegant by the table. One hand rested on her waist, the other gently gripping the edge of the table, anchoring her as she focused intently on the parchments spread before her. Her eyes were fixed on the documents, a deep concentration etched into her expression.

She was wearing a dress of pale, soft hues, with her hair neatly gathered at the back of her head, although a few loose strands fell by her ears. The sight of her was celestial. Charles's heart leap, a familiar warmth spreading through him. He closed the door behind him, the soft click catching her attention.

Beth lifted her head, her eyes meeting his, and a radiant smile spread across her face. His lips twitched in response, his idea and attempt of a smile.

"You have returned." It was a statement. He heard her smile in it.

She Was Perfect For Him