Count On Me by Abigail Graham

Count Conrad’s word is law, and he’s decreed I will give him a baby!

I was desperate, alone and lost. Like a white knight, Count Conrad took me in, giving me food, shelter, and a warm bed.
I didn’t know the bed would be his.
He expects me to serve him—in every way! But I’m not surrendering to his arrogance that easily.
Except every word he speaks is a sin, sensual and teasing. He’s a cold as the castle walls and harder than the stones, but I think he likes my resistance. When every conversation is like foreplay and every meal a battle, every night becomes a struggle to not give in to our desires.

I should leave, but he says I can’t escape. Not from him, and not from the connection we have. I don’t want to believe him, but it feels like we’re linked. He might act like a beast, but there’s beauty in his soul.
But he hasn’t told me the complete truth.
The castle keeps dark secrets, and the truth will put our lives in the greatest of danger.