Loving Jace by Bella Anthony

I was given to him. I was to be his wife, whether he liked it or not, and he didn’t like it. At all. I’m under coercion too. But nobody asked me what I thought about this. Without a trial or a jury, I was assumed to be guilty. And he blamed me, hated me almost.

I became his wife. I hated him. But that didn’t stop my body from wanting him. He was too… everything. Jace’s presence was overbearing, his touch magical, and his words, downright dirty.

What will become of us?