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Erotic English Rose
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Thank you! I'm so excited I could dance. 

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I'm giddy with the euphoria. *L*Excellent!


She gasped as his gaze met her own, covering her mouth and lowering her eyes. It would prove disastrous if such a man, a royal by the amount of fanfare that had heralded his arrival, were to show any interest in her. Her father would beat her, perhaps this time cutting off her hair, which he had decided was the source of her “sinful” pride.
She finished measuring the flour, refusing to look in his direction again, even though she felt his eyes, those strangely beautiful eyes, upon her. Collecting the monies owed, she turned to the back of the stall, secreting the money away in a small purse that was in a hidden pocket in her skirt.
“Excuse me?”
She heard the deep, masculine voice and knew a moment of panic. Turning, she looked up into his face, feeling those green eyes as they wandered over her as if assessing her value. “Yes, Your Highness?” she asked breathlessly.
For that is who he was, Prince Braden, son of King Magnus and Queen Wilhelmina. And he was talking to her, Miranda, the nobody who was good only to work.
“I believe you dropped this,” he said, holding out a ring that was covered with the hay from the floor of the stall.
Miranda was so flustered she held out her hand, feeling the ring dropped into it. “T…Thank you, Your Highness,” she managed to say, dropping a quick curtsey and looking down at the floor.
“You should be more careful, it looks like a family piece,” he said, raising her chin with his hand. “You are quite beautiful. Who do you belong to?”
“Belong to? Your Highness?” she stuttered.
“Your master, girl,” he said gently. “Never mind, I shall find out for myself. I wish I had more time to get to know you now, but no matter.” He stroked his finger down her pale cheek. “We shall meet again, lovely one.”
Miranda felt a thrill that seemed to expand from his finger and fly through her system, wrapping her in a warmth that was exhilarating and exciting. She heard him chuckle as she blushed and then watched as he walked away, seeing him turn his head once to smile back at her.
Good luck. I had the same problem with a cousin. I just told her that she probably wouldn't enjoy the book even though I had dedicated it to her.My story "Where The Women Are" has been published in the anthology Wetter: more true lesbian sex stories edited by Nicole Foster. It was published by AlysonBooks in May and I didn't find out until today when I picked up the TON of mail from the post office.
Another story "Picnic Beneath The Willows" will soon be published by Mojocastle Press in the anthology The Longest Kiss edited by Chrissie Bentley with an introduction by Dave Thompson.
I am so excited! Now, I just need to find a way to explain the content to a born-again Christian uncle who has heard the news and wants to know where he can buy the book![]()



