Enchanted by Your Kisses by Pamela Britton

Author:Pamela Britton [Britton, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency, General, Romance, Fiction, Historical, England
ISBN: 9780061014307
Publisher: HarperTorch
Published: 2001-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

He tied her to a tree.

Bloody bastard. Bloody scoundrel. Tied her to a bloody tree far enough away from the road so that no one could see her. At least she'd been able to loosen the gag somewhat in the past half-hour. Now she could make some noise. With any luck at all someone might hear her, for she had every intention of trying to gain someone's attention, despite his threat that it would go ill for her if she did. How ill could ill be after all she'd been through? She inhaled a lungful of air, but what emerged past the filthy-tasting gag was nothing more than a muffled gurgle. That irritated her so much she began to struggle against her bonds in earnest.

"Well, well, well. Don't you look a sight."

She stilled, long strands of hair covering her face. She flicked her head, banging it against the tree trunk in the process. He'd chosen a giant oak with a huge canopy of leaves to hold her hostage, its base so wide that with her arms pulled back behind her, Ariel felt rather like a figurhead on the prow of a ship. Worse, she just knew little bugs with lots of legs were crawling down the neck of her dress. They swarmed through the air, buzzing by her face once or twice before landing. She could feel their horrid little legs now, the things no doubt calling to their cronies to come feast on the silly human stuck to a tree.

"Bloothy brute. Bloothy beast," she screeched. "Geth off thath horsth an unthy me this inthance."

"Do what, my lady?" He cupped a hand to his ear. "I'm sorry, I can't understand you."

She narrowed her eyes. Rogue. She would get even with him one day.

"What's the matter, my lady. Cat got your tongue?"

And now he baited her with his words. The bounder. "I thaid unthy me this instant."

"Un-thigh you? I don't believe I know how to un-thigh a lady. Now stroke a thigh, that is something I'm most good at."

Ooo. She stamped a foot. He knew well and bloody good what she meant. "Un-thie me," she spat out slowly and succinctly.

He rested his arm against the pommel, the expression in his eyes so filled with mock confusion that she stamped her foot once more.

"Un-thigh me," he muttered. "Un-thigh me," he repeated again before suddenly stiffening as if enlightened. "Oh, I see. You would like me to untie you."

She glared, feeling her facial muscles flex beneath the gag, knowing well he'd understood her the first time she'd said it.

"Of course, my lady. As you wish."

He threw a leg over the horse, hardly making a sound as he landed in the ankle-deep grass, but he took his bloody time getting to her, running the stirrup irons up the leathers, first on one side, then on the other. When he finished, he led the horse toward her, stopping a few feet away.

"Hmm. I must say, you do look a sight. Frankly, I'm tempted to leave you here just so I won't have to listen to your chatter all day.

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