Enchanted by a Liar...
The infamous pirate Black Garrett learns his much loved brother had been murdered because of a flirtatious chit, the devastating loss consumes him and he swears revenge. Tracking down the brazen young wench, Garrett steals her aboard his grand ship, planning to ruin her reputation and use her brutally. Yet, he is greeted by an innocent beauty. Convinced it is a ruse, as he rudely kissed her lips and roughly felt her curves, as he relentlessly pleasured his captive, he was transformed, bewitched, brought to a magical shore...
He brought her head up, and, desperate to discover his motive, she looked up. He towered over her, a good foot taller, his unconventional height as threatening as his knife. Yet the strange light she saw in his gaze confused her as much as his hands, hands that gently combed through her hair, stopping at her shoulders, then returning again. The tender press of his lips to her forehead when she expected a blow from his hand came as a shock, bringing a desperate question into her eyes, a question he answered in a lowered voice, filled with his own agony.
“God’s curse, girl, I cannot hurt you,” he said in a deep whisper. “I want to, but I can’t. Your beauty has bewitched me as surely as my panther, Tonali, himself, and I.” He touched his lips to her cheeks, drinking the taste of scented water, like roses. “I am bewitched,” he finished in a rich timbre much changed with desire. Confused and helpless, she closed her eyes. He touched his lips to the corner of her mouth, which trembled slightly, pausing to measure her response. She withdrew as much as she could, waiting, her eyes darting to and fro beneath closed lids in an overture of confusion.
He still held her chin. His finger lightly circled her lips until they parted with a gasp, and she opened her eyes, only to close them again as he lowered his mouth to take hers. She froze, stiffening beneath the sensual press of his lips, but his hands held her head with a gentle but firm restraint, forcing her head back farther to accommodate him. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think to breathe, and she raised her hands to his to stop him, pushing him away, but to no effect. He might not have even known, for the taste of her lips was madness itself.
The kiss deepened as he added pressure, slipping his tongue into the moist recess, drinking to full measure. Then she couldn’t think to realize the happy fact she was breathing—and hard—as her head swam dizzily and her mouth was filled with a taste like sunshine and brandy, apples and warmth. A great burst of heat from deep within herself came with a frantic rush of chills, and she felt herself sinking helplessly in arms that were suddenly holding her up.
His entire being greeted the soft pliancy of her slender curves. He broke the kiss to let his lips graze over her flushed cheeks, the satin arch of her neck. Chills erupted from every place his lips touched, until he returned his mouth to hers with a kiss that frightened her to the depth of her soul.
She twisted her mouth from his and took a gasping breath. “Oh no…please!” came in a breathless rush as a mindless kind of terror seized her. “I can’t do this… Stop it, stop—
