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dirty book.” He looked her up and down. “You are quite the hot commodity. Now I see why.”
    She shook her head, still not understanding how things had gone so far. “I just wanted to write a book. I never wanted the rest of it.”
    Soren leaned in even farther. “Tell me. Was your book based on exhaustive research?” He grinned, biting his bottom lip. “Would you like to do get exhausted doing some more research?”
    “Back off, Soren,” Ryland said, growling.
    It occurred to Lia his voice really did resemble an angry animal’s growl. By all that was holy, was it possible they really were shape-shifters? Everything about them, from their proud posture to the way they took up all the space in the room, screamed noble beast. And as much as she ought to be running from the cabin, hollering her head off again, she didn’t. She just stared at Ryland and Soren. Two strange men whose tense bodies betrayed how they felt about each other.
    She was shocked at how badly she wanted to ease that tension for Ryland. How she wanted him to like her.
    Why should she even care if he liked her?
    A thousand curse words sprang into her head. She was just hard up, that was all. Not that she blamed herself. It wasn’t her fault her last boyfriend had never managed to bring her to orgasm once in their relationship … or was it her fault? Either way, it was no wonder she’d unleashed herself into writing Love in Chains . All her pent-up sexuality and desire had gone into the book. So she supposed she could be forgiven for feeling a little frustrated now in the presence of these two magnificent creatures.
    They might really be creatures. She felt light-headed again.
    “You really wrote a dirty book?” asked Ryland.
    “Not just a dirty book,” Soren broke in. “The number one, best-selling, put-me-in-chains-and-whip-me-until-I’m-pink dirtiest book ever! And to think those raunchy images sprang from that pretty little head.”
    “Soren,” threatened his brother. “Get lost.”
    “This is my cabin!”
    “You’re lucky I’m letting you have a cabin at all after the bombshell you dropped on me today. Get. Lost.”
    “Fine.” Soren relented and stood. “I’m bored here already anyway.” He made for the bedroom door. “We’ll chat later, Lia. There’s a certain chapter in your book dealing with paddles and maraschino cherries that I’d love to discuss with you.” Grinning, he disappeared into the next room. Within moments, they heard the TV turn on. Soren must have found the porn channel, because all of a sudden, the cabin was flooded with the sounds of people grunting and moaning.
    A full awkward minute passed in which Lia stared at Ryland as the sexual soundtrack played in the background. The man seemed to believe he was an actual shape-shifter, and yet he seemed more flabbergasted by the fact she’d penned what her parents so lovingly called “a sex manual for deviants.” Yes, it was graphic, which was why it was selling like hotcakes at a maple syrup festival. But sex was graphic … or at least it was supposed to be, wasn’t it? Carnal and physical and luscious?
    Like the look she saw hiding deep in Ryland’s eyes.
    Not that she had much experience with the topic. She had to be wrong about the way he was assessing her. Yet no man had ever looked at her the same way, or had given her the serious case of tingles he was currently giving her.
    “So,” he said quietly in that gruff voice of his. “You write porn.”
    “It’s not porn!” She breathed in and out, and then launched into the tirade she’d prepared for all the people seeking to condemn her for polluting society. “It’s not even smut, you know. At its heart, it’s a love story. Yes, my characters Lady Adelaide and Prince Claudio do explore very dark aspects of their sexuality, but always within a deeply committed relationship. They would do anything for each other, would die for one another. And there’s not a single part of them that’s