Emma Wildes 2 In 1
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by Emma Wildes
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: Buy 2 IN 1 AND SAVE! Two Great Novels For One Low Price from Bestselling Author Emma Wildes, including: THE SWITCH: Lord Adam Trevor is in a hellish situation. Married to the woman of his dreams, he finds that he is unable to actually consummate the union he has looked forward to for so long due to a recent accident. The doctors tell Adam he will heal, but in the meantime, he does not want to admit to his bride-to-be that he is less than a man. If only his twin brother, Alex, a notorious rake with an appetite for beautiful women, will stand in for him, maybe his lovely wife will never have to know... Jacqueline is the luckiest woman on earth. Married to a man she adores, her life is a fairy tale...except her husband is much different during the day than the sensual, hot-blooded lover who comes to her at night. Puzzled and off-balance, it isn't until one evening at a social function that she dances with her charming, seductive brother-in-law and suddenly wonders if there has been a switch... HOT SAHARA WIND: Dazzled by the dream of exploring an ancient city steeped in centuries of exotic tradition, Lady Sarah Stewart instead finds herself facing death for a crime she never intended to commit. Luckily, she has a connection to the royal family that just might save her life. Prince Ahmed has never gotten over his sexual infatuation with the sister of his English friend, William Stewart. When the beauteous Sarah needs rescue, he offers a solution that will both solve her dilemma and slake his undeniable lust. Marrying an Englishwoman is an unorthodox step, but the satisfaction he finds when she is in his bed is well-worth it, for his lovely bride proves as passionate as she is spirited. Delighted in their unexpected union, Ahmed and Sarah find paradise in each other's arms...and darkness on the horizon. For an enemy plots diabolical revenge under the breath of a Hot Sahara Wind...
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009
31 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [315 KB]
Reading time: 185-260 min.
?The Switch has endearing characters, a shocking and exciting plot, and enough passionate love scenes to leave me breathless with need. I loved every minute of it. I was more aroused by this story than by anything I?ve ever read. Night after night, Alex and Jacqueline shared very explicit scenes of intimate lovemaking that left me flushed and sometimes breathless from reading them. I still get chill bumps just by recalling the tender and intensely passionate passages. The resolution of their little problem was also believable and wonderful. I couldn?t guess how the author could possibly pull it off, but the amazing Ms. Wildes did it beautifully. I applaud the way the story showed women capable of solving even the most unusual puzzles men create. The Switch is one book I will be reading over and over again.? Karen H., Just Erotic Romance Reviews
?Hot Sahara Wind is an exceptional book. It is enchanting, sensual, and adventurous, with a little hatred and jealousy thrown in for good measure. The characters and setting of the book are well described and easy to follow. This book is a must for everyone who loves romance. Emma Wilde outdid herself on this one. I am looking forward to reading more books by her.? Tonjasturn, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
THE SWITCH by Emma Wildes
God in heaven, it had come. This was the day.
Opening her eyes, Jacqueline Ross saw soft sunshine falling in blocks across her bedroom, the sky outside her window a vivid blue.
Sitting up, she shook back her long hair and stifled a surge of nervous excitement as she reached for the bell pull. Already she was trembling in excitement, she thought ruefully, and the ceremony wouldn't be until late afternoon.
That was when she would become Lady Trevor, the bride of the sixth Earl of Hallworth. It was hard to believe that she could be so lucky as to actually marry for love when so many of her friends and acquaintances were forced to accept arranged unions based on financial and social reasons. The fact that her future husband was gorgeously handsome, infallibly considerate, and considered the catch of the season, made it all even more like some romantic fable in which the princess finds her heroic and dashing prince and they live happily ever after...
Tonight, she thought, her face heating, she would truly become his wife in every way.
"Good morning, Miss." Her maid, Mary, bustled in with a tray, her smiling face reflecting Jacqueline's own joy. "It's a lovely day for a wedding, if I may say so."
Propped back on her pillows, Jackie agreed dreamily, "It's like a dream come true." * * * *
"I feel as if I'm trapped in a damned nightmare," Adam Trevor admitted in a strained voice, walking slowly across his study to stare out the window at the mockingly beautiful sky. Not a cloud in sight, he thought with cynical despair, when it would have been much more appropriate to his mood to have dreary droplets of rain cascading downward in an interminable downpour. "It's my damned wedding day, for God's sake."
Behind him, his brother sat in a shocked silence. Adam could almost feel Alex's effort to grope for words ... not even the right words, just anything to say to a man who had just admitted such a devastating secret. If their roles were reversed, he would also be speechless. Finally, Alex murmured hoarsely, "I assume you have been to more than one physician."
Without turning around, Adam replied wearily, "Hell, of course. Though, quite frankly, it isn't the most enjoyable thing to explain to anyone, even a doctor, that you are having trouble functioning as a man. I am also not anxious to have others know this--I'm sure you can sympathize with that sentiment." Slowly turning, using his cane, Adam felt the flush of a ridiculous shame climb up his neck. "They all say the same thing. When I was injured in the accident six weeks ago, the damage to the groin muscles probably restricts the blood flow in that ... crucial area." His smile was a twisted parody of the real thing. "All I know is that when I hold Jacqueline in my arms now, I feel the same ardent desire, but my body doesn't respond as it should. I just don't get ... hard. I couldn't believe it at first ... I have always tried to be so careful that she never noticed my reaction whenever I touched her, and believe me, I reacted as any man would."
"I'm sure. She's a very beautiful woman. However, as a gentleman, you can't really touch her yet; maybe your body knows that ... have you tried someone else?"
"Yes." Adam's face tightened, he could feel it despite his quest for control. "One of Eleanor's best girls ... a luscious brunette courtesan with undeniable talents. I was both humiliated and unsuccessful. Apparently, this does happen to some men from time to time, and she seemed to think nothing about it. I pretended to have imbibed a great deal of claret, and she laughingly tucked me into bed. Needless to say, it had never happened to me before, and that's when I became truly concerned."
"Does Jacqueline know about this ... this problem?"
"She's innocent, of course, and has no idea there's anything wrong. Hell, she's the last person I would ever tell." Adam added harshly and honestly, "You're my brother and there's no denying we're closer than most siblings, yet it sorely grates on my pride to admit this to you, much less to the woman I love."
"Jesus." Shoving himself abruptly to his feet, Alex crossed the room and fumbled with the brandy decanter. "I don't care if it's still morning, I need a drink."
"Pour me one, too," Adam muttered. "God knows I need one for the next part of our conversation."
Dashing brandy carelessly into snifters, Alex walked over and handed one to him, furrowing his brow. "Next part? Please tell me the doctors predict you'll recover."
The brandy burned going down and hit his empty stomach like a slamming fist; he took such a big gulp. Adam coughed and responded grimly, "They think so."
Sinking back into a leather chair, his long legs sprawled, and carelessly dangling his glass from long, elegant fingers, his brother asked cautiously, "Only think so?"
"No assurances. There is a lot of swelling still, and torn muscles take time. That could be the problem ... they think it is, and as it mends, the inflammation will hopefully subside and not impede the vessels necessary for normal sexual arousal." Adam took another deep drink of the bracing beverage in his hand and tried to sound matter-of-fact. "But ... it's possible I will never again be able to achieve an erection."
Saying the words out loud was worse than hearing them, he found, and hearing them had been like a knife being impaled through his chest.
Shoving his hand carelessly through his thick hair, Alex stared at him in sympathetic male consternation, a dawning realization of his true plight in his eyes. "Bloody hell, Adam, what are you going to do? Like you said, this is your damned wedding day."
Lifting his brows, he asked caustically, "Do you think I don't know that? Why the devil do you think I'm telling you something this personal anyway?"
If Alex was anything, he was blunt. He was also reckless, charming, and beyond a doubt, one of England's most determined rakehells, but he was always forthright. He said frankly, "Is it fair to your lovely betrothed to marry her, knowing you may never be able to be a true husband or give her children?"
That, of course, was the horrible moral dilemma, the one he'd struggled with ever since he realized there was a problem after the accident. "I love her," Adam said simply, moving to sink painfully into the chair behind his desk, setting his cane aside. "Passionately, completely, with every fiber of my being. I will do anything to have her as my wife. In fact, I think I'm about to prove that."
Obviously puzzled and concerned, Alex lifted his dark blond brows. "Stop talking in cryptic circles, would you? This is a mess, and yet you haven't even told your unknowing bride something that might seriously concern her future. It isn't like you, Adam, to be anything but completely responsible ... I'm the wild one, remember? What are you going to tell your gorgeous wife tonight when you don't consummate your union? Putting it off won't help anything."
"It might, if I recover. She doesn't have to ever know."
"That's an interesting delusion," Alex murmured incredulously, "and I'm not being cruel because you're my brother and I can't even imagine how you feel, but I happen to be fond of my future sister-in-law, and this doesn't seem very equitable to her."
Leaning his arm on his desk, Adam asked evenly, "How fond?"
"What?" Alex stopped, his brandy glass arrested at his lips.
They had always had the ability--perhaps it was those nine months spent in the womb together--to read each other's thoughts with uncanny precision. Adam just sat there and gazed at his brother with an unfaltering stare and saw at once when Alex comprehended what he was suggesting. "It would work," he said softly and quickly before his brother could protest, "think about it. Yes, she knows me ... but not in the muted light, in bed, where Jackie has absolutely no experience. She's a virgin, so she'll be nervous, and the last thing on her mind would be a suspicion that it was you, and not me, bedding her. In fact, the notion is ludicrous, isn't it? We're unusually close, true, but who on earth would think I would let my brother have carnal knowledge of my wife?"
"No one, because it's insane," Alex rasped out, sitting utterly still, his azure eyes narrowed. "Are you really asking me to fuck Jacqueline for you?"
Adam eyed the wavy dark blond curls that brushed his brother's neck, the straight nose--perhaps a little long, the high cheekbones and thickly-lashed blue eyes that were as familiar as looking in a mirror. He said unemotionally, "We are identical twins, Alex, and we have fooled other people plenty of times, including our own mother. In fact, most people can't tell us apart, even those who have known us for years. Fool Jackie and leave me forever in your debt."
"You can't mean it." The raw note in Alex's voice was a mixture of disbelief and an understanding of what it had cost to even suggest such a mad scheme. "How the hell would you endure it, Adam? You love her, you just said so, and I know it's true ... I envy you for it, if you want the truth, because I have never loved a woman in any other but the most physical of ways."
"If it means I get to keep her, to be her husband, to smile at her over the breakfast table, and have her on my arm at the opera and the parties so the world knows she's mine ... that will make me endure it." It was the simple truth. He'd sat and weighed the myriad of his emotions one by one and found that risking losing her was simply not an option. "I don't want her to know about my condition. This is the only way. Luckily, you sold your townhouse and will be staying here at Hallworth, so when we switch places and you go to her, it will be easy."
"Christ ... you aren't even talking about just one night, are you?" Alex shook his head, looking uncharacteristically rattled, the suave smooth charm he was renowned for replaced by reluctant uncertainty. "I don't think we can pull this off, Adam. Yes, we look exactly alike, that I grant, but we aren't similar in personality. I am not sure I can even act the staid and responsible earl, especially in the capacity to which we are referring."
"Feel free not to. I have an intense passion for her, as a woman she senses it, and I have told her so. In the bedroom, everyone is allowed to be different. If as a lover, all Jackie knows is you, she won't think anything of the fact I am not the same during the day." His throat suddenly tight, Adam toyed with his now empty glass and said somberly, "Though I ask you to do this, the risk is entirely mine, brother. My happiness is what lies in the balance, that, and holding on to what I value in this world more than title and wealth. If she finds out, I will answer to her."
"I suspect that's the truth," Alex said forcefully. "At the very least you are making her an unwitting adulteress. And as for myself, I am not sure what position you are putting me in."
"Desperate measures apply to this situation."
"I suppose they do."
"Then you agree?"
For a long moment, Alex sat there in frowning silence. Then he lifted his glass in a mock salute and drained it. He said darkly, "You are my brother. Did you ever doubt I would?"