I cannae believe you let me touch you. His voice grew hoarse. I shall remember this for all my nights. Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this…. Do not cry. His thumb went to her cheeks. Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.

Lover at Last: Number 11 in series (ed. Hachette UK, 2013) - ISBN: 9780748125609