Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King

Author: Winnie Suchoff

Chapter 1

Word Count: 891 | Released on: Today at 17:40

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hets she kept in the linen closet. It was thick, metallic, and raw. It coated

air conditioning hummed its steady rhythm, but a strange chill

adjust her position, and her fin

ic under her palm, clinging to her skin. A s

her hand back, sitting bolt upright in the bed.

ched out blindly, her fingers finding the brass lamp on the nightstand. She

pace, stinging her eyes. S

, wet, st

the bed she had bought just last week at Sotheby's-the supposed final resting place of some long-dead European king-and it dominate

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ay besi

ed like a costume-dark velvet coat, gold embroidery, heavy fabrics that belonged in

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that desperately wanted to come out. She couldn't make a sound. She could only

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out. She had to

nch by inch. Her feet touched the cold hardwood fl

on the leg of a

wood smacking against the

s eyes f

e color of winter ice. And they wer

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hed in the

board, ignoring the wound in his abdomen that immediately started gushing fres

t directly a

hisper, but the authority in it was abs

ip of the sword was less than an inch from her ski

A cosplayer? A lunatic escapee from a psych ward

e gold thread was actual gold. The sword wasn't plastic;

e air purifier humming in the corner, the electric

emanded, the sword inching

erine choked out, her voice barely a whisper.

its toll. His face was ashen, his lips tinged

ll her, or he was

dy Bedroom Brawl." Her family's name, her name, dragged through the mud. The scandal would be a stain she could never wash out. That thought, th

icy stare. She raised her hands

e steadier than she felt. "You're going t

owed, but he

, taking a tiny risk,

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Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King

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“I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.”