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Love's Elixir

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Tessa McKay

ISBN :978-1-55487-616-7

Page :254

Word Count :62000

Publication Date :2010-07-29

Series : Lady Faire#1

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Love's Elixir (pdf) , Love's Elixir (prc) , Love's Elixir (epub) , Love's Elixir (mobi)

Category : Historical Romance , Romance

  • Product Code: 978-1-55487-616-7

When reenactment becomes reality

Kyra Morgan always wanted to live in the past, and now she's found a way to do just that. Whether she likes it or not. Wrapping herself in black velvet under the sweltering Southern sun, Kyra spends her summers working at the Tudor Rose Renaissance Festival, a Lady in an imaginary royal court. She hasn't had much luck with men either and has little interest in handing her heart over again, so she immerses herself in her scholarship and the local faire where she can escape into the past and ignore the problems of the present day.

Rafe Harrison is hard to ignore, however. Handsome, confident and boorish, he is beloved by most everyone at the faire, particularly the women. Even Kyra's best friend is quick to champion him, much to Kyra's dismay. Kyra knows little about Rafe, but wisely despises his bravado, his appeal and his slipshod reenactment methods. And when Rafe is implicated in her best friend's riding accident, she cannot forgive him for his neglect or herself for the unwelcomed sensations he stirs within her.

After tampering with a gypsy potion, Kyra suddenly finds herself and Rafe transported back to sixteenth-century England, and it is nothing like the 1500s back home. It is a dangerous time of court intrigue, French wars and Scottish insurrection. Kyra soon finds that she must learn to trust the courage and heart of the man she reviles if they are to survive. And more importantly, she must learn to trust her own heart as she fights for both her own and Rafe's survival upon one of the bloodiest battlefields in England: Flodden.

Kyra swallowed hard as Rafe flicked the delicate curl onto her white shoulder and slowly drew his finger across her damp skin. She tried desperately to control the volcanic rise and fall of her chest as he tugged gently on the black cord that lay buried between her breasts and slowly slid the small purple vial from her bodice.

"What have we here? Our second violation of the day? Hardly period now, is it?" Rafe smirked.

Before Kyra could think of a retort, Rafe flicked the small cork from the top of the vial with his thumb. Kyra's eyes widened as he dripped the vial's fragrant contents onto her chest, his finger deliberately spreading the oily mixture across her skin, moving slowly over the mounds of her generous, pearl-covered breasts.

Kyra's muscles went lax, her head spinning from both Rafe's touch and the sweet scent rising from the oil. Her eyes closed, and she could sense that his lips were only a whisper away from her own and, worse, that hers would soon rise up to meet them. No. She would not succumb to him as did every other woman on the fairground. She would not be a pawn to mere physical beauty and desire.

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