The Frenchman's Woman
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“Oui, cherie, I do.”
She looked thoughtful but her eyes were sparkling, dancing. Pursing her lips, she said, “Hmm…That sounds rather tame, Bai. Are you sure that is how you want me to be known?”
Bai nodded, as if in agreement. A wicked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “As always, you are correct, cherie. It does sound rather tame, not at all beast-like. Perhaps it would be better to call you the Frenchman’s Whore, oui, mon amour?”
Elena flushed a bright rosy pink then said with a blazing smile, “Why don’t we stick with the Frenchman’s Woman. And, yes, Bai, I will marry you.”
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Afterword
Thank you for reading The Frenchman’s Woman. I hope you also read Stuck by Thunder and Race for Redemption, the first two books in The Grandmaster’s Legacy.
The next book in the series is The Frenchman’s Revenge. It is a stunning continuation of the Bai and Elena story. See the SNEAK PEEK below.
P. S. If you enjoyed The Frenchman’s Woman, do me a favor. Go back where you purchased this book, www.Amazon.com, and please leave an honest review. Authors live and die by their reviews. The few extra minutes it takes really helps us authors out. Thank you!
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Acknowledgements
Jennifer – my first reader and constant supporter. Always there to praise, encourage, cajole, and kick my ass when necessary.
Julia – an old soul who has strengthened my spirit and taught me to fly since the day she was born.
Lisa – who showed me the way to live my dreams and forget the word boundaries.
Barb and Robin – who insisted I could write great books and weren’t afraid to criticize and give me the tools to do so.
Lynn, Susan and Rue – who not only read my books in every stage but eagerly waited for the next one.
David and Joe – always there when they didn’t have to be.
Kevin -- who stayed the course.
A special thanks to Carolyn McCray, my advisor, Amber Scott, my mentor, and Rachel Thompson, founders of IBC, the Indy Book Collective. Three formidable women, who saw the future, claimed it, and are passing it on to writers like me.
Kudos to Kate Sterling, who designed my glorious cover art. And to Russell James, my editor and historical consultant, who asked after editing a particularly explicit love scene, “Why can’t you write ‘nicer’ books?” I replied, “What fun would that be?”
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About the Author
My stories are the stories of my heritage. From the residue in my blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. The penchant to root around in the past is a blessing. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the warriors of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.
Can it be so simple? Deshi (The Joker Is Wild) asks in disbelief, “That’s the goal of the Grandmasters? To stamp out evil? Sorry, Father, I prefer poker. It has better odds.”
Ah, youth. Fortunately there is love and, yes, it does conquer all, but not without a hell of a fight -- at least for my warrior men and women.
I am as real as the words on the page. Taylor Lee
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The Grandmaster’s Legacy
By Taylor Lee
Masters of Love and War -- Passionate in both
Dangerous Men in Dangerous Times
In a time and country marked by corruption, prejudice and evil, the Grandmasters stand apart. Stripped of their guns, knives, and swords their most powerful weapon remains -- their killing machine bodies.
If you like Hot Men and Hotter Women Kicking Up a Storm — you’ll love the Grandmasters
Be Warned: The language is rough, the sex explicit, and the violence is often gratuitous.
Released: November 2011
Book 1: Struck By Thunder
Book 2: Race for Redemption
Released: December 2011
Book 3: The Frenchman’s Woman
To be released: January 2012
Book 4: The Frenchman’s Revenge
To be released: February 2012
Book 5: The Joker is Wild
Book 6: The White Son
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SNEAK PEEK
The Frenchman’s Revenge
To be released January 2012
PROLOGUE
He lay next to her, his cock buried inside of her. So many mornings he woke like this, connected physically to this woman, this woman who was his life. He didn’t remember who fell asleep first. It was like that with her. They came together with a passion so intense that their nights often ended this way. They made love until one or the other -- usually both -- fell asleep exhausted, entangled in each others arms, each others bodies.
He was careful not to wake her. It was still dark. Long before she needed to waken. His men were waiting for him. They had much to do today.
He slipped out of her. She moaned in her sleep at the loss. His still erect cock jerked in sympathy. He marveled at her body, caressing her only with his eyes. If he allowed himself to touch, to taste, he wouldn’t leave. He had never allowed himself to feel this way about a woman, a woman so beautiful, so desirable. She made a man weep to be inside of her.
He loved her long slender neck. He smiled at the love bites he put there, glad he had marked her. He wanted her to wake remembering his teeth, his tongue in all the sensitive erotic places he was still discovering. Her breasts were beautiful, so full and firm that he had to restrain himself physically to keep from running his tongue around the soft tips. He knew how quickly they would harden when he licked and bit them. He could suckle her for hours. Many nights it seemed as though he did.
He longed to bury his face between her thighs and feast on her, inhale her sweet musky smell. She was still slick from their lovemaking. He reveled in the memory of kissing her, sharing the taste of their combined juices on her lips and his.
Easing out of bed, he began to dress, cloaking himself in the accoutrements of his trade, his chosen profession. A gun here, another there, both well hidden. A series of knives secreted in their special places. He was a killer, an accomplished one – feared by friends and enemies alike. Blessed with an untouchable sense of his power, he didn’t know fear, except with this woman – for this woman. He would die to protect her. And he would walk into certain death rather than let another man touch her.
He turned to leave when she sighed and roused up, her eyes heavy with sleep. Her lips were still red and swollen from his rough hungry kisses.
“Go back to sleep, mon amour. It’s not yet dawn. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I know. But I would rather watch you leave then wake and find you gone.”
“I’ll remember that. I need to go. They are waiting for me.”
“Where are you going?”
“I will tell you when I return.”
“Is it dangerous?”
He didn’t answer. It wasn’t necessary. She knew whatever he was doing, it would be dangerous, more likely for the people he was meeting than for him.
“You know we have a party tonight.”
“Ah, yes, a huge celebration. I may be late but I will be here. A party tonight and I understand there is to be a branding ceremony on Friday, correct?” he said, sighing in mock dismay.
“Most people call it a wedding.”
“I’m not most people.”
“That is true. Be careful.”
“Ah, cherie, I am never in more danger than when I am with you. The most dangerous times of my life are when I am in your arms. All my defenses are down. I am at your mercy.”
He said it with a wry chuckle, his eyes twinkling, but it was true. She was his greatest strength, his only weakness.
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Copyright Information
The Frenchman’s Woman
Copyright, 2011 by Taylor Lee
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All rights reserved
This book is a work of fiction. Characters, incidents, places and dialogue
are drawn from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
No portion of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Any inquiries can be made to: www.taylorleebooks.com or taylorlee@taylorleewrites.com
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Table of Contents
Book Cover
Main Menu
Afterword
Acknowledgments
About the Author
The Grandmaster’s Legacy: Release Schedule
SNEAK PEEK: The Frenchman’s Revenge
Copyright Information
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue