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"Authors you may enjoy after reading the phenomena of Fifty Shades of Grey [are] Robin Schone ... This is true historical erotica." –Sue Grimshaw, Romance at RandomLET THE GAMES BEGIN...Penniless and desperate to escape the London streets where a mysterious man stalks her, Victoria Childers auctions off her virginity at the infamous House of Gabriel, a tavern where every carnal pleasure can be satisfied. But Gabriel, the untouchable proprietor who purchases her, doesn't want her innocence. Too late Victoria discovers she is a pawn, sent to Gabriel by the man who had raped him fourteen years earlier. A man Gabriel will do anything...sacrifice anyone...to kill. Or will he? Irresistibly drawn to the beautiful, dangerous proprietor who has walled himself away from human touch, Victoria vows to free Gabriel. Their passion plunges them into a masterminded game of death and desire where their only hope for survival is each other...PRAISE FOR GABRIEL'S WOMAN"Only a master could create this kind of erotic and emotionally powerful work." -RT BookReviews (TopPick)"I can't help but admire [Robin Schone's] sparse writing style, her intensity, her frank evaluation and portrayal of male-female relationships, and her unflinching honesty in presenting an uncomfortable and dark world. Gabriel's Woman is more a psychological thriller than a romance. But when Gabriel finally realizes his happily ever after, it doesn't matter one bitte." -All About Romance (Desert Island Keeper)GABRIEL'S WOMAN EXCERPTElectric need.Blinding anger.He did not want this.But Victoria had not given him a choice. Just as the man who had raped him had not given him a choice.Grabbing Victoria’s wrist, Gabriel jerked her underneath the shower spray; at the same time he swung her around and slammed the front of her body against the copper-lined shower.Victoria’s hands slapped against the wall.“You promised,” he gritted, water filling his mouth, burning his eyes, his chest, his thighs, every inch of his flesh that touched Victoria. “You promised not to touch me.”“I promised I wouldn't touch you last night,” Victoria gasped into the pounding water, bracing herself against the copper wall, “and I didn't. I kept my promise to you, Gabriel.”But she hadn't kept her promise. She had touched him with her passion and her pleasure.Gabriel pressed against Victoria, fingers circling the softness of her upper arms, thighs cupping her buttocks, the length of his cock sandwiched between her crevice, hair clinging to them both, hers, his. He let her feel his hardness, his strength.Her vulnerability.“Is this what you want, Victoria?” he crooned. The shower scourging his skin.Victoria turned her face in profile, right cheek riding slippery copper. Water streamed off his face, coursed down her left cheek, plastered her hair to her scalp, a shell-like ear, a fragile neck.“Yes,” she said. Still not giving in to her fear. “I want you to touch me.”He had touched her last night, but it hadn't been enough. “How do you want me to touch you, Victoria?” he murmured seductively. Knowing how to please; knowing how to hurt. He did not know how to love. Whores didn't love. “Do you want me to touch you like I touched a woman, or do you want me to touch you like I touched a man?”Water spiked Victoria’s lashes, rained down her cheek. “Is there a difference?”“Women are softer.” Gabriel brushed Victoria’s ear with his lips— she had a small ear, dainty, infinitely vulnerable. It scorched his lips; the crevice between her buttocks squeezed the length of his cock. “They bruise more easily.”Victoria stiffened at the light kiss, suspicious of his gentleness. An angel bearing gifts...“Men are harder, more muscled.” Gabriel delicately tasted the rim of her ear, the core of her canal, a hot plunge of his tongue. Water coursed down his face, his chin, dribbled onto her shoulder. “They like it ro