Hidden Passion
by
Summerita Rhayne
About the Book:
HIDDEN PASSION: The Story of Kamboj
Princess Rukmani is a short historical read set in the Early Middle Ages in
India. It is a sensual and passionate historical. The story is woven around
Rukmani who is attracted to Deveshwaraya, a king. She finds that the path of
desire and love is not easy, even for a princess who must face the hindrance of
the imperial affairs.
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Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.in/gp/product/B00RBUM0EG
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About the author
Summerita
Rhayne loves to write sensual and emotional romance. There's no knowing when
some quirky - or sometimes even not so quirky - happening in daily life might
trigger her right brain and then she's off craving a new story. She loves
writing characters who learn and grow and find their way out of their troubles
and emotional hang-ups. Hot, sensual heroes and sassy but sweet heroines mostly
fit the bill in her stories. She also believes that a touch of humor never goes
amiss in a book.
She divides her time between family, job and writing - and loves winding down with music, movies and the internet!
She divides her time between family, job and writing - and loves winding down with music, movies and the internet!
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Excerpt from Hidden Passion
As he had taught her to handle the spear, she’d felt his touch.
Inflaming. Hot. The
hard strength of his body such a contrast to her own. Curiosity and desire had triggered an excitement, a longing to
unravel the secret that made her feel all these things. To give in to the urges
imbuing her senses.
Now touching him was like touching a hot furnace. She had no idea
being in contact with him would feel like this. The sound of the spear falling
to the ground was dull in her consciousness.
‘What do you think you are doing, rajkumari?’
‘I want you, Devesh. I want to touch you, feel your touch...’
‘This doesn’t classify under the hunting lessons.’
She ignored the cold jibe and she met his scowling gaze squarely as
he half turned to look at her. ‘No, it doesn’t.
But don’t you think it’s time we acknowledged what’s there between us?’
‘And what is that?’ His lips curled contemptuously. ‘Put it out of
your mind, princess. You’re too young to understand the implications of what
you’re saying. It
will be better for you to go back to the palace.’ He started to dislodge her spread hands from his body.
‘I don’t feel like going back. I want to be with you.’
He couldn’t have missed the change in her tone. Her voice had gone
slightly husky. But far from responding to it, he chose to ignore it. He tried
to draw away from her but she refused to let go. One hand lifted to trace the
knot of the muscles. The indentation of the spine. All encased in firm silken
flesh. He went as still as a rock. A heat wave ran through her, causing her
body to tauten in need.
‘We are meant to be together...’
He turned to confront her. She was trapped in the dark glitter of
his eyes, the predatory gleam that warned her even as it incited her.
‘You don’t know what you’re playing with.’
‘Then show me.’ The whisper hardly left her lips than he caught her
in his arms and drew her close. She was pressed against him, hard body
imprinting itself against hers. His arms banded her, strong like spear rods.
Her legs felt weak, her lips parted and his gaze homed onto them. His head came
down till his mouth covered hers.
This was what he tasted like. Honeyed sweetness and tangy passion. Spicy
heat. Her thoughts lost coherency
and all she could do was cling to him as he wreaked a magic she hadn’t dreamed
was possible, on her senses.
Sounds intriguing? Are you ready to find your Hidden Passion?
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