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FORBIDDEN
By
Susan Johnson
"SUSAN JOHNSON'S LOVE
SCENES SPARKLE, SIZZLE AND BURN!"
—Affaire de Coeur
From the majestic plains of Montana to the glittering ballrooms and bedchambers of 1890s Paris comes a sensual story of smoldering passion, and a love destined to break every rule…
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He was raised in the gilded lap of luxury. Etienne Martel.
the magnificently virile Duc de Vec, notorious rake, expert sportsman—and the most celebrated lover in all of
Paris. But from the moment he saw the incomparable
Daisy Black, he knew he would never desire another.
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She was born half a world away: Daisy Black, a proud
Montana beauty, exotic and untamed—and determined to fight for the rights of women in a land ruled by men.
Yet the instant she felt the heat of de Vec's jungle-green gaze, she knew she was lost. Like some haunting promise of paradise he drew her in, fanning the names of her desire until all she could think of was lying in his arms.
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Now, caught up in a dance as old as time, Etienne and Daisy have eyes only for each other. But soon, they'll find their happiness threatened… by a society rocked by their scandalous love… by the woman Etienne calls wife.
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"[Susan Johnson] is one of the best."
—Romantic Times
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SEIZED BY LOVE
OUTLAW
SILVER FLAME
SINFUL
BLAZE
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"I don't want you to touch me, Etienne," Daisy said in a small, breathless voice. "I want to forget you and last night, I want to go back to Montana and continue forgetting you, I want to find someone else," she went on with new heat in her voice, "who doesn't have a wife, someone who lives where I live and cares about my people. Someone—"
He'd moved with predatory speed when she mentioned finding someone else, convulsed with unspeakable jealousy, and his mouth stopped her flood of words, covering hers with a punishing kiss of possession and fury. He pulled her tightly into his body. "You're lying," he murmured, his mouth lifting from hers for a brief moment. "Tell me other men can make you tremble, tell me other men can make you breathless, tell me damn you, because I haven't slept a peaceful night in weeks and I want to hear the truth."
Daisy wasn't cold anymore, her clothes were beginning to warm from the heat of her skin, from the heat of Etienne's body pressed hard against hers. And what was truth was coiling in the pit of her stomach, flame hot and spreading with every pulse beat.
"You know already," she quietly exploded, "but here's the truth if you want me to say it. I want to make love to you. I want you to make love to me. I want us to make love to each other. Is that clear enough?"
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Copyright © 1991 by Susan Johnson.
Cover art copyright © 1991 by Marc Wit:.
Insert art copyright © 1991 by Ken Otsuka.
ISBN 0-553-29125-4
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Paris, May 1891
The knock on the door was insistent and sharp.
Violating the hushed heated quiet of the room…
Disturbing the placid ambiance of golden morning sunlight flooding through the open balcony doors…
Breaking the Duc de Vec's concentration.
His long dark hair swung in a silken ripple as his head turned momentarily toward the sound. A pulsebeat passed before his mind was sufficiently distracted from the carnal urgency on which it was currently focused.
With full awareness came decision.
He ignored the knock, the driving motion of his lower body and the whimpering cries of the flame-hot woman beneath him more compelling.
"I'm dying, Etienne…" The female voice was a whisper of sound trailing away at the end into a low moan of pleasure, her small hands at the base of his spine exerting a fierce impassioned pressure, encouraging each downthrust, restraining the extent of his withdrawal.
He broke her grip with a small movement of his powerful thighs. "I'll make it better," he murmured, Isme's selfishness too shortsighted for her to realize with more leverage he could add enchanting dimension to her "dying." Withdrawing until he almost left her sleek hot passage, he waited a tantalizing millisecond before filling her again. Just short of the extreme, pleasurable limit Isme was waiting for with trembling need, the second urgent rapping on the door resounded in a familiar, prearranged rhythm and Etienne groaned.
"You're… not… leaving." The aroused woman in his arms voiced her objection in breathless throaty remonstrance, her hands gripping him again, the fire between her thighs voracious, her hips rising, reaching for the ravishing delight he offered… so… agonizingly close.
His blatantly rigid manhood swelled further, as though quickened by the second knock on the door and the need for haste, or by the pressing need of the importuning female sweetness rising to take him in more completely, more deeply…
He shifted a little to allow better purchase for his legs, experienced a provocative stirring friction against the honeyed silkiness holding him tight, and with his own urgent hunger overwhelming prudent consideration of
