Authors

Information

Lanyon series
Wanton Innocence View larger

Wanton Innocence - ebook

In 1160 England, twenty-one year old herbalist and healer Lenora explores her sensual and deliciously wanton desires with Sir Edward, the knight of her dreams.

More details

$2.99

Add to wishlist

No reward points for this product.


    In 1160 England, twenty-one year old herbalist and healer, Lenora, has to decide her future. The sensible choice is to take her vows and live her life in safety and security behind the convent walls, the only home she can remember. But Lenora is far from sensible. Her entire body rebels at remaining a virgin, which changes when she meets Sir Edward, a knight wounded in his body and heart. Dropping all inhibitions, the knight and the lady explore their sensual and deliciously erotic desires.

Reviews

  • Write a review

    Wanton Innocence - ebook

    Wanton Innocence - ebook

    In 1160 England, twenty-one year old herbalist and healer Lenora explores her sensual and deliciously wanton desires with Sir Edward, the knight of her dreams.

    EXCERPT

     

    Edward’s forehead was smooth, save one deep furrow between his eyes. His nose was straight and good with a small bump, most likely from an earlier injury, making him even more appealing. His mouth was firm and his lips were slightly parted. Drawn to them, Lenora found herself unable to resist the temptation.

    With one tentative finger, she outlined his lips. There were so soft, so yielding. How she would like to touch them with her own. What harm would there be in doing such a small thing? It would not be a kiss. No, it would be more of her testing to see if he was breathing. Lowering her mouth to his, she brushed his lips ever so lightly with hers. He surprised her by kissing her in return. Not with passion, no, more as a reflex.

    She yearned to drown in his kiss, and let the taste of him seep into her. She almost yielded her mouth to his, the sensation of her melting into him so real a pulse of exhilaration hummed inside of her. Almost. Then, she recalled her purpose and ashamed, pulled away from him, grateful he was still unconscious.

    Flushed from such closeness, she dropped her head into her hands and massaged her temples. Had she gone mad? This must end now. He was her patient, not her lover. She bit her lip, the slight pain bringing her back to sanity. She dipped a cloth into the bowl of scented water she kept in readiness for unexpected patients. Twisting out the excess water, Lenora placed it on his forehead to cool him. She needed something very different to cool her own heat, something she could not have.

    30 otherbooks in the same category:

    New products