CHARLOTTE AND THE GYPSY
  CHARLOTTE AND THE GYPSY

An excerpt from
Charlotte and the Gypsy

"Return me to my father at once."

Rafael planted his hands on his hips and gazed down at her with a long-reaching light of amusement. A light that brought clarity to Char.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"But I did."

"I'll not be your wife by abduction."

"You have no say in this, Char. I've paid the bride price. Your sire gave his blessing for our union." He handed her a kerchief to wear.

Char refused to tie it around her head to show her acceptance. "You'll not touch me."

His raised brows mocked her.

Char straightened her shoulders. Rafael ignored her stubborn stance and gripped her upper arms, dragging her up his length.

"In time, you will beg me to take you to my bed."

His mouth quashed her protest. No matter how much she abhorred Rafael, she succumbed to his meaningless kiss.

 

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