The Forbidden Tavern 5: Pregnant Wedding, Lactation Heat, and a Medieval Harem Fantasy

Celia’s door closing, the soft thud of the romance novel she’d been reading hitting the floor beside her bed. He’d been reading one of Celia’s abandoned romance novels, a habit he’d picked up purely to understand how her mind worked. Her eyes swept the table, finding each face, each woman. “And to the woman who fell in love with him before anyone else had the sense to.” She raised her cup of the awful herbal tea. The slit in the purple dress revealed pale thigh nearly to the hip. “Finally.