He lifted her veil and saw his secret bride…

Marguerite Morel adores Fergus Waltham. Following a brief affair, she has no option but to give him up when her cunning ex- boyfriend, Alan Basset, catches up with her. To escape Alain again, Marguerite leaves without as much as a goodbye to Fergus, who knows nothing about her past life. Not understanding her sudden, abrupt departure, Fergus despises her for leaving him like this.

Six years on, in Oxford, Fergus’ father, Gustave Waltham, the eleventh Earl of Buckley, is now ill. In his illness, the old man wishes to see his son and heir settled with a good woman. He will not go to the grave without finding him a bride. Upon fortuitous circumstances, the earl finds Marguerite. So he moves on with a plan to have Fergus married to her. This comes as a shock to his son when the plan is set in motion. If he doesn’t marry her, Fergus will give up his wealth and inheritance, leaving him no option. It is an arranged marriage, but will they recover from a past that is ridden with lies?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance about fated lovers contains a theme of power exchange.

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Excerpt

“You are way out of line! This situation does not grant you the privilege to be rude. I must stop this nonsense before you get any more silly ideas. You can’t behave wildly with me, I won’t have it,” he said with a scowl.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, if my rules make you laugh, you are not taking this seriously. Perhaps a good spanking will restore your senses that this is no joke. In particular when it was you who agreed to marry me.”

“You are not serious!” she cried out, and she thrashed about, struggling to liberate herself.

“Oh, trust me, I am, my lady!” He gave her such a smack right on the crest of her buttock over her dress.

“Aw, aw, are you insane? Put me down!” And she wrestled some more, trying to get off his lap. He grappled with her until his firm hand kept her steady on his lap, while with his other, a whack fell upon her backside.

She couldn’t move. There were tears in her eyes, but with the dazzling kiss which had already melted her core, his spanking only added a delicious fuel to an already mighty heat, warming her body.

“Let me go! This instant, do you hear?” she shrieked against the deliciousness that was engulfing her frame, mortified that she was enjoying and dreading this at the same time.

“Quiet!”

“You idiot!” she screamed, cursing him.

“You see? I am telling you no insults, and here you are disregarding me straight away.”

“Autocratic moron,” she whimpered.

“Again? For each insult, I’ll add an extra ten spanks. So, if you want me to do this all day, by all means, keep them coming. I’ll do this for as long as it takes. When I say no more insults, I mean it. And in any language. Understood?” he said, with another set of smacks trashing her backside.

“Fergus, please—”

“I have apologised to you three times now, but you keep on the same path. Not listening to me, insulting me. Endangering yourself, throwing yourself out of a moving car, too. Not to mention laughing at me. So disrespectful! You are under my care now. You are my wife, by your choice, no less. And you’ll respect me, whether you like it or not,” he concluded. He whacked her bottom over her dress.

“You started this, you silly!” she yelled. As much as she struggled, she couldn’t move, making any action impossible.

“Right, that’s it, had enough of your nonsense.” He pressed her down in this position, keeping her from fighting him. She sought to defend herself, but it was useless.

He pulled her dress up to her waist, her panties down to her ankles. He proceeded, without preamble, to smack her bare backside.