An Unwilling Conquest (Regencies 7)

He glanced down—and dropped a kiss on her curls.

He’d been a most unwilling conquest but he was ready to admit he was well and truly conquered.

Tipping his head, he looked into his siren’s face, blissful in repose.

She stirred, then snuggled closer against him, one hand on his chest, over his heart.

Harry smiled, closed his eyes—and closed his arms about her.