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They were both transfixed, neither moving

Until the chamber door shut.

Keelin suddenly came to her senses and attempted to cover herself with her hands. Marcus should not be in her chamber. No man had ever seen her unclothed.

He took a step toward her.

“Marcus…” she whispered, unable to keep from wanting what she could not have.

She had no will of her own when he looked at her. Her hands dropped to her sides when he reached for her.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, taking her hand as she rose from the tub.

Nothing in Keelin’s life had prepared her for the surge of emotions that coursed through her now. She felt feverish, though she knew she should have been cold after stepping out of the bath. Instead, she felt heat—nay, ’twas more than mere heat, ’twas a sweltering fire that consumed her….

Celtic Bride

Harlequin Historical #572