Averill: Historical Romance (The Brocade Collection, Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
“It’s almost dawn.” Her lips curved into a smile as she recognized Tenny’s insistent kisses. She opened her eyes slowly, savoring the time it took. And what she’d see. Oh. He was Kareem again. The dim light couldn’t disguise the sneer on his lip or the unkempt appearance. Not that it mattered. He was still Tenny. She pursed her lips for another kiss. “No time, darling. You’ve little enough as it is.” He swatted her rear. Averill pouted and stretched and luxuriated in the silkiness about her. She never wanted to wake from such a delicious dream. Her eyes flew open as morning consciousness came fully. She jerked into a sitting position, clutching covers as he lit the lamp. And then she pulled her knees to her chin and settled her face atop them, nose down. “Oh, Averill. I ask you to wake, and what do you do? Stall. What am I to do with you?”
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