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Part 2 of Safe In His ArmsThe story of Abercombie and Priscilla continues as the two fall deeper into love while staying one step ahead of Priscillas scheming father.Life has settled down for the two- Abercrombie is back at his practice, keepingMorePart 2 of Safe In His ArmsThe story of Abercombie and Priscilla continues as the two fall deeper into love while staying one step ahead of Priscillas scheming father.Life has settled down for the two- Abercrombie is back at his practice, keeping clients free from overzealous prosecution, while Priscilla watches, enraptured.Lord Fitterly, her father, however, has different plans for his daughter, and soon she and Abercrombie may find themselves face to face with one of the best hired assassins in London!EXCERPT:Raising anchor with the aid of the winch, he turned the boat toward the now distant shore, back to Portsmouth. They had to collect their things and get out of here. There was no telling what else Priscilla’s father had waiting for them. In the dark. In a strange town where hardly anyone knew them…Oh, damn.“We can’t go back to town. Not yet,” he told Priscilla.She opened her mouth to ask why, but then seemed to catch on to their predicament and nodded her agreement. “So what do we do?”“We’ll stay out on the water, on the other side of the Isle of Wight, until the dawn.”“And then?”He looked into her eyes and told her the only thing he could. “I don’t know.”She smiled with a sigh, and put her hand gently to his face. “My hero.”Hero. Right. He had thought he’d saved her from this whole nonsense with her father, only to find out that the man’s depravity reached farther than Abercrombie could have realized.Taking hold of her wrist, he turned and gently kissed each of her fingertips. She opened her mouth wetly and sighed at each touch of his lips. Her body molded itself to his. Before he even realized she was doing it, his pants were undone and falling down his legs.The air was warm, the breeze mild and pleasant. He smiled into her lips as he kissed her warmly, feeling her tongue lick at him, teasing and playful. The ties at the back of her dress came away easily in his hands. The soft cotton fabric of it slid down her arms, down her chest, and she hastily pushed it over her hips to let it fall down her legs, revealing her naked, lithe body in the last few rays of sunset, her pale skin painted in oranges and golds.He stepped back to admire her, to take in the beauty of her body, but she took it as an invitation to tear the rest of his clothes off, starting with his tie and jacket.WARNING: This 8000+ word regency romance short story contains graphic consensual sex between a young woman and her older lover in 19th century England.