title: Kissing the Captain
author:  Kianna Alexander 
description: I've always loved the written word. For as long as I can remember, I read as much as I could, as often as I could. Cereal boxes, newspapers, product packaging. Ebony, Essence, and Jet Magazine. Billboards. I loved it all. I read the entire Fear Street series, as well as the Sweet Valley Books, from Twins and Friends through Sweet Valley High. Each week I'd bring 15 or 20 books home from the library, and read them all before the due date. Now, my mother owned a pristine, barely touched collection of Harlequin romance novels, and I was not to touch them under any circumstances. Well, as a teenager, you know what that meant. I read some of them, and got my first introduction to romance. When I was sixteen, I picked up my stepmother's copy of Night Song, by Beverly Jenkins. The cover showed an obviously historical image of a black couple, against a beautiful backdrop, locked in a passionate embrace. With my love of history, I had to crack this book. What I read inside literally blew my mind. I was exposed to a wonderful, touching love story involving people who looked like me! What a thrill. To this day Night Song remains my favorite book, and I credit it with planting the seed of desire to write romance. I didn't get serious until many years later, but that's where it all began.
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  An unexpected end to the Wincanton–Stuart feud...?
  
  Scandal broke last night when Lady Constance Stuart was discovered in the arms
  of Aaron Wincanton, the son of her family’s greatest enemy! But now we can
  reveal an even more shocking development. Our sources say a special license
  was obtained and the two were married before sunrise!
  
  It’s been confirmed that Aaron has stolen his new bride away to the country to
  begin their unexpected marriage. We’ll be watching closely to see exactly what
  happens when a gentleman invites his enemy into his bed...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Kissing Aaron Wincanton was nothing like she’d expected kissing to be.
  
  Not only did she feel it on her lips, she felt it in her legs, as well. They
  were oddly unsteady. Connie did not notice the passing of time, nor exactly
  when the kiss changed into something more visceral, but one moment she was
  standing in his arms, upset, and the next she was almost reclining on the
  sofa, with her hands fisted in his dark hair a