In Ginger Jamison's erotic romance Liberty, the last thing the heroine Lexy Beecher wants is to see her husband Ryan back from war. The man who had beat her and belittled her and generally made her life miserable since she married him at seventeen is an unwelcome sight, but she knows it's a temporary situation, since she’ll be leaving him soon. Yet as she seems him first in the hospital, recovering from an explosion on the battlefield, and later at home, the man before her is a world aware from her abusive husband. This man looks like her Ryan for the most part, but acts like someone else entirely—someone who’s kind and cares about her. Despite herself, she begins to have feelings for him, the kind she never had for the earlier incarnation of Ryan.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said clearly, no hint of rasp, no sound of Texas in his voice.
The ice must have helped, but she barely processed his words because he was staring at her so intently. He was staring at her like he knew the naughty thoughts that had raced through her mind.
“You’re welcome,” she said dumbly.
She should have looked away but she didn’t. She couldn’t and it was a mistake because he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She didn’t even have time to react or maybe she didn’t want to react. His kiss was soft at first, just one pair of sweet lips stroking another, but then it changed, it become something more. He cradled her face in his hands in an act so purely sweet it left her breathless as he deepened the kiss. The tip of his tongue came into her mouth and she found herself responding, melting, relenting. His kiss was tender lips and a sweet wet tongue. It made her forget it all, forget that she was kissing a man she had hated for the past ten years.
What the hell am I doing?