Man of War – Excerpt No. 164

When she said nothing in return, Marc added, “I should have said that my morning salute was solely for you.”

“Had you said that, you’d find out just how soft my lips are,” Émilie countered.

The imagery those words conjured caused Marc’s mind to wander, and he nearly missed the mark. Fortunately, he adjusted his aim in time, but not before she giggled. The light-hearted banter was reason enough for his cheeks to redden.

Plump blonde wearing a slip pursing her lips. Clothing and setting appropriate for 16th century France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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