What's a handsome Gypsy to do when a beautiful noblewoman throws herself at him? Can Cambio Adams resist and keep his promise to his betrothed?
There's a reason the Gypsy clan's wise-woman says sweethearts Cambio and Tsura must wait six months before they wed, and that reason is the lovely Lady Chinton—a beautiful and bored aristocrat who always gets what she wants, and what she wants is Cambio Adams.
In this short, sexy read, Cambio seems to be falling into the clutches of the wanton noblewoman who wines and dines him and flirts most charmingly. He is sorely tempted, and the lady knows that if her charm and beauty can't seduce this impoverished Gypsy, her fabulous wealth can. Or so she thinks.
Looking closely at me she said, "You are no gentleman." Her voice sounded strained and hoarse.
"No, in truth I am not. I am Romanichal, a Gypsy," I said.
"Are you betrothed to a Gypsy?"
I nodded.
"You are refusing me for a Gypsy woman?" I nodded again.
We stood unmoving, our gazes locked.
"Well," she said at last, "this is a most unusual situation."
I seemed unable to do anything beside nod yet again.
"Men of far greater distinction than yourself have vied for my attention."
"That is no wonder, for you are very lovely," I said. "And as for me I have no social distinction at all."
"And yet you..." She stepped close to me and entwined her arms about my neck, pulling my head to her.
"Kiss me," she murmured. "There is no harm in a little kiss."
And so I kissed her. Not because of her words but because I could not help myself. I longed to hold her, to touch her, even to make love to her, but I sternly forbade myself. I tried to pull gently away from her, but it was difficult as she held me close, and indeed, my body wanted desperately to succumb to her sweet blandishments. I felt myself grow hard.
"You do want me." She reached down as though to touch me. I backed away before she could do so.
"Please, milady," I said, my voice sounding hoarse to my ears.
