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“Shall we begin?” When spoken by my new husband, these three little words fill me with terror and anticipation.

In private, King Henry rules my body like he rules his country—with unrelenting control and passion. I crave his orders, his punishment, his commands. Outside the bedroom, we’re strangers caught in a web of lies and decadence.

Our marriage is a sham, a business arrangement devised to save my life and secure his crown. He doesn’t love me. He loves my body, controlling it, shaming it, worshipping it. To survive the dangers at court, I need to be smart, but it’s hard to think straight with a man like Henry between my legs.

Each night, he locks the bedroom door, determined to teach me a new lesson. Obedience, patience, trust. I lie awake in bed waiting for the sound of his footsteps and the latest installment in pleasure and pain. My heart pounds when the hinges creak and his broad shoulders block the door. I’m not ready, but I can’t wait to feel his hands on me. He shoves his bowtie into my mouth, binds my hands to the headboard, and whispers in my ear…

“Shall we begin?”

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: The Rebel Queen

Jeana E. Mann

Expected Release Date: 15 October 2019

Book Series: The Rebel Queen

The second and final instalment in Jeana E. Mann’s intriguing new tale of power and seduction is out this week, and I have a little sneak peek for you.

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“What do you want from me, Everly?” Henry yanks on his tie and slowly slides the tails through the knot. “Tell me. And be specific.”

“Respect. Trust. Security.” My words are confident, but inside, I’m shaking. Men have never made me nervous, but this one—he’s so much more than I’m used to.

“You already have my respect. I trust you—to an extent, or you wouldn’t be here. As for security? On my honor, you’re safe as long as you follow my rules.” Another step brings the tips of his shoes to the toes of my pumps. “What else?”

“Umm…” The spicy musk of his cologne distracts my thoughts. No man should smell that good—clean, masculine, and primal. I retreat until the wall hovers at my back. His steps ghost mine, keeping the distance between us negligible.

“Do you trust me, Everly? Do I have your respect?” The angle of his head casts one side of his face in shadow.

“Those things have to be earned, and right now, I’m not sure where your loyalties lie.” He’s going to punish me again. The thought weakens my knees. I’m not ready. Not after the way he dominated me last night and the locked door incident of this afternoon. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about how good his weight will feel on top of me. My attention dips to his mouth, full and sensual with lips made for kissing.

“My loyalties lie with Androvia, my subjects, and my wife. In that order.” His pupils dilate, darkening his eyes until I can see my reflection in their depths. “Don’t ever doubt it.”

“But I—” The words die on my lips as he takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, bends down, and draws my lower lip between his teeth. The tug rockets to the space between my legs.

When he pulls back, the lines of his face harden. “It’s time to resume your lessons. I think we’ll work on obedience again tonight. Are you ready?”