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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

Why did he persist in insisting that she loved him? She did not! She had never been in love and doubted she ever would be. It was not as easy as it was for Beth and Lord Carlisle, who had managed to forgive their hurts and find a way to love and live together. If she married Alexander and the reminder of her true heritage surfaced, who or what could assure her that his proclaimed love would not be deterred? The thought gnawed at her.

With Lord Cossington, there had been no knowledge, but the king was different and although she was already aware, he was a man who sat at the very peak of authority. Should the day come when he shall be asked to choose his kingly duties over his proclaimed love, what becomes of her?

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you." Alexander suddenly broke the elongated silence, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I Am Not A Good Man