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Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she’s read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.But Lexi’s first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.
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She waited a minute before finally pursuing the figure. As she stepped around the stable, a hand covered her mouth and pulled her against a hard chest. She used the move she made against Javier just a few days earlier, jabbing her right elbow into the man’s gut. He grunted, but no relaxing of muscles occurred. Great.
“Shh, lass. It’s only me.”
She stilled. She’d know Torr’s voice anywhere. Did he realize what had happened? She bit his hand.
“Ach.” His hold loosened a fraction.
She turned her head and whispered. “I think someone has betrayed you.”
He leaned his head down and whispered in her ear, his breath sending shivers over her skin. “I know.”
He knew? Of course! That’s why he was here. The man was always one step ahead of her. No wonder he was laird.
“Why do I always find ye about at night?”
She glanced up at his face, so near to her own, before she quickly looked away. “I don’t sleep well at night when not at home. I haven’t adjusted to Gealach yet.”
He stared hard at her as if trying to decide if she lied. “The question is, lass, what is yer relationship with the traitor?”
“What?” An uneasy shiver raced up her spine as he held her in a tight grip. “Let me go.”
“Not until ye tell me what ye were doing with Graham.”
What she was — he had to be kidding. “I wasn’t doing anything with him. I saw him sneaking about and confronted him.”
Torr spun her around so fast, the world took a moment to right itself. Once again his hands held her shoulders tightly. “What were ye thinking? A traitor who is caught is dangerous!”
The moon’s light clearly illuminated his face, and she swallowed her angry retort. Concern shone in his eyes beneath his furrowed brow. Why did he have to be such a good guy? She lowered her gaze to project meekness. “I didn’t know he was a traitor until after he became angry.”
Torr lifted her chin with his finger. His amused smirk gentled his face. “Ye made him angry? Then it is not only me ye frustrate?”
She shook her head, her throat dry. His gaze rested on her lips, which brought to mind his last kiss.
His grin faded as his thumb stroked her lower lip.
She took a deep breath in a vain attempt to still the fluttering in her stomach. It didn’t work. It only made her more aware of the scent of the man holding her spellbound. Wool, lye, and ale filled her nostrils as his head lowered.
Her lips parted in anticipation, and his tongue entered her mouth, tasting her with confidence. It was not the gentleness of their first kiss nor the demand of the second. He simply took and coaxed her to do the same, an invitation she couldn’t ignore.
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