— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —
Bright Manhattan sunlight shone through the thick curtains and fell across the messy bed sheets. Vivienne opened her eyes. She felt a large warm arm holding her tight. Lucian’s big arm was wrapped firmly around her waist and his hand rested strongly on her hip even while he slept. His breathing was deep and steady against her bare shoulder and his silver scar lay just inches from her neck.
Slowly his dark eyes opened wide.
The moment Lucian realized he was holding her close with his face buried in her hair and his body bare and open his jaw tightened fast. The soft broken man from last night was gone instantly. He pulled his arm sharply away threw the sheet aside and swung his legs out of bed.
He was building his walls up again. The
