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it
took some time for him to do and I closed my eyes, drifting on the
verge of sleep.
    I felt as the last of the rope slid from my skin. He stretched out
next to me, then pulled me to spoon my body against his chest. I
curled up there, content to accept that intimacy for the moment.
    As he nuzzled at my cheek, one of his hands stroking my stomach, I
wondered exactly how insane I was and how long this would last. A cat
and a werewolf couldn't possibly work, could it?
    God, my heart ached with a stupid hope that it could.

    ***

An
Excerpt from... Slave
to a Pirate

    A pitcher of warm
water pouring over her hair made Siobhan open her eyes again. The
captain had stripped off his coat and had his sleeves rolled up. He
was kneeling beside the bath and looked quite pleased with himself.
    “ I
can wash my own hair,” she said as she crossed her arms over
her chest.
    He glanced toward
her face with a look of amusement. “Perhaps. I've never been a
man to not take care of what's mine, though.”
    His. She was his property now. In exchange for safety and some unspecified
amount of wealth, she was a possession. Yet whatever anger she might
have felt at being reduced to an object to be cared for evaporated
when his fingers worked through her hair, lathering bubbles into her
scalp.
    In spite of herself,
she closed her eyes again, melting against the side of the tub. His
fingers thoroughly massaged over her skull, sending pleasant shudders
down her spine when they teased behind her earlobes and then worked
down to the base of her skull. No one had washed her hair for her
since she was a little girl. Having this beautiful man do it now was
confusing, as she felt the safety and trust of childhood with the
erotic knowledge that she was a grown woman being bathed and
controlled by a powerful man. His fingers slowly combed through the
length of her hair, sliding through every lock and likely washing it
more thoroughly than she had ever bothered. When he was satisfied
with that he poured several more pitchers of water over her hair,
rinsing it clean.
    She opened her eyes
a slit to look over at him, wondering if he'd abandon her now to
finish her bath alone. He was rubbing a bar of soap against a
washcloth in his hand and the smell of roses wafted from the soap.
The captain certainly never smelled like flowers, which made her
wonder. Had he found that soap just for her? Had he been planning
this?
    “ What
are you doing?” Siobhan asked.
    “ I
told you. I care for what's mine.” He set the soap aside and
leaned in towards her, working the washcloth up one of her exposed
thighs and making her gasp.

About
the Author

    From
her earliest memories, Lilith was fascinated by storytelling. The
ability to take words and create entire universes seemed like magic.
From Little House on the Prairie to The X-Files novelizations, she read voraciously. In her early teens she began
reading romance novels—starting with one of her favorite
authors, Johanna Lindsey—and there was no going back.
    Today,
Lilith lives in the rural northwoods with cats, rats, dogs, chickens,
rabbits, cows and miniature horses. Best of all, she lives there with
the love of her life and gets to write stories to transport others to
the universes she has created.

Text Copyright © 2012 Lilith
T. Bell
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