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Chapters (64)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  6. Pronunciation Guide
  7. Prologue
  8. Part One
  9. One
  10. Two
  11. Three
  12. Four
  13. Five
  14. Six
  15. Seven
  16. Eight
  17. Nine
  18. Ten
  19. Eleven
  20. Twelve
  21. Thirteen
  22. Part Two
  23. Fourteen
  24. Fifteen
  25. Sixteen
  26. Seventeen
  27. Eighteen
  28. Nineteen
  29. Twenty
  30. Twenty-One
  31. Twenty-Two
  32. Twenty-Three
  33. Part Three
  34. Twenty-Four
  35. Twenty-Five
  36. Twenty-Six
  37. Twenty-Seven
  38. Twenty-Eight
  39. Twenty-Nine
  40. Thirty
  41. Thirty-One
  42. Thirty-Two
  43. Thirty-Three
  44. Thirty-Four
  45. Thirty-Five
  46. Part Four
  47. Thirty-Six
  48. Thirty-Seven
  49. Thirty-Eight
  50. Thirty-Nine
  51. Forty
  52. Forty-One
  53. Forty-Two
  54. Forty-Three
  55. Forty-Four
  56. Forty-Five
  57. Forty-Six
  58. Forty-Seven
  59. Epilogue
  60. Excerpt from The Sun and Its Shade
  61. The Night and Its Moon Playlist
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. About the Author
  64. Back Cover

The room, the bed, the silks, the scents, everything screamed of sex. This was not the quick, back-tavern draining of one’s balls, or the chaste lovemaking of the marital bed, but the silks and perfumes and energy of wild, passionate affairs. There was no evidence of haze, smoke, vanilla, or sandalwood common to the salon here. This was Nox’s room, and it radiated her scent. The air was thick with plums and dark spices. She watched his eyes for the telltale, dizzying glaze that betrayed his hunger over the prospect of their entanglement alone.

His hunger. How amusing.

She’d heard the report of his reluctance in the debriefing. She knew the duke had been entirely sure the Selkie would be yet another event in his life that was overpromised and under-delivered. She hadn’t been worried. Getting him in the door had been the hard part, though Emily never failed as the lure when fishing for new men. They made an unstoppable pair.

She still had one move left to play.

“Tell me why you want me,” she purred.

His animated eyes widened a bit. She was done playing coy. It was time for power. She knew enough of his reputation to understand the bashful maiden would not impress him and enough of men to know what would thrill him. Nox was a force of nature, unlike any woman, or man, he’d come across, and it was time for him to see her as such.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your incredible body…what I can see of it, that is,” he said. His words were heavy with implication. He wanted to see more. “You could be the goddess herself.”

She enjoyed the answer, circling him a bit as her bare feet moved her slowly toward the bed. He lay on the tufted comforter, watching her very casually walk around the four-poster bed to one side. She’d ensured there was just enough dim, sensual light so that anyone in her room could see every detail of her mouth, her full breasts, her hips, and the way the sheer fabric left little to the imagination. She was nearly close enough to touch. The duke leaned forward, extending an eager hand to close the space between them.

Nox tutted her tongue in a playful, authoritative correction. She took a seat on the end of the bed, the weight of her hips compressing the duvet. She slid her dressing gown to the side in such a way to expose only her shoulder.