(Hating Her King is the sequel to Loving Her Duke. It is 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

As Alexander asked, he leaned on the piano keys and the latter released a loud and discordant blare in response. The jarring noise echoing through the room, adding to the tension between them. "You are not as desperate to leave me, are you?" He demanded. 


"Yes, a hundred times yes!" She yelled, her voice ringing out with a fierce determination that left no room for doubt. She stepped away from him, running her hand over her tidy hair. Alexander felt a pang of regret at not reaching out to pull her back, but he knew that would serve no good. "I want to leave this place!" With her back to him, she repeated in a murmur. "I never wanted to be here." 


"Now, now, Guinevere, you are hurting my feelings." Alexander said lowly, his tone softening as he straightened up. The protesting sound of the piano filled the air once more. "Enough of this word trade. Come, sit." He shifted to allow her room on the bench. She made no move. He angled his head. "Will you indeed not play me the piano?" 


Diplomacy And Bargain