Enslaved to Love: Never Forget
by
Soleil Berlin
a historical and multicultural romance
Blurb:
Marie Bernard is sent to France with the feeling of Déjà vu.
Catching the eye of two men, Yves and Leonce, she is determined not to succumb
to the advances of Yves, the mysterious man who seems to ignite a burning
desire inside of her. Torn between two men, will the past and present collide
and will she risk it all to be with the love that she could never forget?
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Marie Blanco hurried along the moonlit path. Though she had
nothing but moonlight to guide her, she did not stumble. She had taken this
route many times on her way to see her secret lover, Pierre Aragon. It had been
at least a week since their last tryst and though she often berated herself for
not fighting harder, she could never resist the pull between them. Her hands
trembled as the held up her long skirt. It wouldn't be easy to explain away
dirt and grass stains when she returned. Finally the familiar cottage came into
view. She could see a faint light shining though the curtained windows. Marie
paused in front of the door with thoughts of fleeing in her mind. If she left
now, perhaps she could pretend that this love affair had never begun. Before
she could will her body to move away, the door opened and Marie came face to
face with the lover she knew so well.
Pierre had been
anxiously waiting for Marie to arrive. All of his day was spent counting down
the hours until they were together again. Seeing her indecisive stance in the
doorway goaded him into action. He quickly took hold of her wrist and guided
her into the cottage and into his waiting arms. Her hair smelled earthy and
alive. Her skin was soft and warm. Her body trembled slightly with her emotions.
This heavenly creature with eyes the color of expensive chocolate had been
tormenting his mind and heart since the moment he first laid eyes on her.
"You came my
love," Pierre gasped in wonder. His emotions caused his voice to become
deeper and a bit breathy as if to not ruin the moment.
"I couldn't
stay away," Marie answered piteously. It was true. No matter how much she
berated herself in her mind, she continued to come back for more.
A hand lightly
gripped Marie's chin and drew her face up to look into the eyes of the man she
loved. A single tear drop tumbled down her cheek as she trembled again with
emotion.
"No my
love," Pierre shook his head as he leaned closer. "It is I who cannot
stay away from you. It is as if I have been bewitched."
Before Marie
could think of a retort, Pierre took her face between his hands and drew their
lips together. What started as a simple brush of lips turned into a waterfall
of kisses as their emotions crashed over them. Guiding them to the single bed,
Pierre gently tumbled them down so his body pinned Marie's to the soft blanket.
Marie was lost in the sensation of Pierre's warm hard body so tight against her
own. Neither lover heard the sound of crunching tree limbs and rustling bushes
until the door was abruptly thrown open with such force it slammed against the
wall.
Pierre was
grabbed by the back of his neck and pinned face first against a wall. Marie was
horrified when she opened her eyes to see Monsieur Gil and his two sons. His
larger son Miguel had Pierre pinned against the far wall as the other, Leonce,
grabbed Marie by her wrists.
"Did you
really think you were going to get away with this girl?" Gil bellowed. The
windows shook with the force of his voice as he took hold of the back of
Marie's hair. She screamed as several strands of hair were ripped from her head
to fall on the bed below. "You have made a fool of me for the last
time!"
Gil dragged Marie
from the bed and towards the door of the cottage.
"Don't
forget me!" Marie tries in vain to fight the two men off and return to her
captured lover. "Never forget our love!"
Pierre fights
hard to remove the painful hand from his neck, but can only struggle helplessly
as he watches his love carried away into the night.
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