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eBook Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
eBook Description: Returning from the Peninsular War, Lucas Deverall discovers he's inherited a bankrupt title, and the only hope he has for salvation is the deceiving chit who tricked him into marriage six years before. Time to call upon his most effective weapon, and charm her into his bed and out of her money. That's not how Sophie sees it. Now the Toad who forced their marriage is offering forgiveness, in exchange for his presence in her bed? Revenge comes more to Sophie's mind.

eBook Publisher: Awe-Struck E-Books/Awe-Struck E-Books, Inc., Published: 2006, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2006

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [278 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [302 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [235 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [823 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [265 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [283 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [275 KB] , hiebook (KML) [635 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [356 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [217 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [271 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [346 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [361 KB]
Words: 80619
Reading time: 230-322 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781587495632

"His Majesty, Prince of Toads is a delightful romance with interacting dialogue that spins with interesting characters. Sophie's strong-will stays grounded when matched against Lucas. Suffering within the midst of a war has softened him and his trepidation can be felt through his voice. Delle Jacobs creates a believable page-turner. With some well-rounded secondary characters and tight emotions, this reader found this refreshing tale thoroughly captivating."--Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance

"Delle Jacobs is expert at relationship building and developing original plots. She's the author of two earlier Regency romances, Mudlark and Lady Valiant, that I also recommend highly. His Majesty, the Prince of Toads is a treat historical readers won't want to miss."--Jane Bowers, Romance Reviews Today

He grasped her other hand, now holding both. "I care. I like for you to be different."

She had already learned that if he meant to hold her hand, he would hold her hand. She glanced about warily, knowing there was no escape. Brazen seductiveness gleamed in his eyes and echoed through his body in minute, sinuous movements.

"You're foxed," she accused, futilely tugging on her hand.

"Your fault. Kiss me, Sophie."

Sophie scooted back, pulling against his grip. Suddenly, he let go and her hands flung wide. Lucas tucked his own behind his head, against the stack of pillows and grinned.

"Kiss me," he said again. It was the same beguiling, whispering, caressing voice of the Toad in her dreams.

"I'd sooner kiss a toad," she replied, lifting her nose to a properly arrogant level, yet she leaned, closer, closer.

"But I am a toad, Sophie, you said so yourself. Kiss me."

She wanted the long, strong fingers of his elegant hands to touch her again, the way they had only moments before, but they stayed where they willed, behind his head on the lofty tower of pillows, unwilling to give without receiving.

From the first moment she had seen him so long ago, she had wanted the taste of his kiss. In her dreams, in her waking thoughts she had imagined how their seductively ornate curves would flex to meet her lips, how the very touch of them would sear through her like white-hot lightning.

Kiss him? Oh, no, she must not! She leaned closer, closer, almost touching, almost, almost, almost. She must not.

"Sophie." Her name more breath than word, enticing her, calling her like a siren, out of a turbulent sea.

As unstoppable as the wind, they touched. As inevitable as the kiss, the white-hot lightning sizzled through her. His fingers laced through her hair as it tumbled and splayed around them like a dark curtain. With a sudden jolt and a moan as dark as Africa, his body flexed erotically to meet and mold to hers. All the emptiness in her soul, every crack and crater, filled with parti-colored passion.

She gasped at the sensation, everything she had expected, more than she could have imagined, like the dramatic brilliance of a multi-hued sunset, came to life within her. Oh, yes, she had wanted this, and didn't care about the cost.

She wanted the way his hand trailed down her spine, the astonishing invasion of his tongue that nuzzled against hers, lips that tugged at hers, playfully entreating.

What was so wrong with giving him what she had wanted forever to give? Whatever she feared seemed somehow unimportant with the promise of his passion. He might not love her, but he wanted her. Couldn't that be enough? Couldn't she make it be enough? Maybe he would never find out, and maybe...

Lucas ran his hand down her spine to cup her derriere, bracing her to him, taking her with him as he rolled atop her. His magnificent body pressed into hers, his excitement becoming hers as he eased onto her, pinning her against the mattress.

"Lucas, be careful, your knee!" she protested.

His voice rumbled up from deep inside him, a growl of desperate need. "The knee be damned."