Captive
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Elizabeth hung the last of the clothing on the line after the long afternoon of washing. There had been only a few pieces left, so she had offered to finish. Her hands were beyond dry and she wished she had some lotion to sooth away the rawness. In spite of the humidity, she was glad that she had been able to move into the laundry room. She headed towards the door as someone else entered the room. Her heart tightened, but skipped a beat when Derek came to a standstill and flashed her a warm smile. He looked so wonderful in his uniform that her breath caught, tightening the knot that had begun to form. "Are you finished, Elizabeth?" he asked gently. Her stunned heartbeat shot off into a barrage of gunfire and heat spread all the way to her marrow. "Y...yes," she stammered, her nerves jumping as fast as her heart raced. When Derek stepped toward her, it was all she could do not to move away. If he touched her, she wouldn’t be able to say no. "Am I making you nervous, sweetheart?" he asked. Her bones melted at his endearment, but she shook her head in denial. "N...no," she lied as her body screamed the opposite. He continued to take slow, steady strides towards her and other than his boots clunking on the wooden floor, the only sound was her heartbeat pounding heavily in her ears. "No?" he asked with a bright light of awareness in his eyes. She started to back slowly, but the wall stopped her within a couple of steps. Derek caught up to her and immediately grasped her hands to rub them between his. Her insides burned at his touch and she released a shaky sigh. "I will have to see about finding you some lotion for these lovely hands," he drawled softly. "Oh?" she asked, pretending nonchalance as a soft quiver rushed through her. It was not from fear or worry, but the warmth of his hands entwined with hers and the closeness of his body. When he bent his head towards hers, she was barely able to hold back a whimper of anticipation. He stopped within a breath's distance and gazed into her eyes. "Yes," he said, his voice sensually soft. "To keep them as soft as the rest of your skin." She unconsciously whispered his name and the next thing she knew, his tongue entwined with hers. Without realizing what she was doing, she released his hands and slid hers around the back of his neck. She tugged his head closer, urging him to deepen the already intimate kiss. The touch of Derek’s tongue, lips and body brought out a craving, fiery passion that she fought with everything she had to control. Her blood burned hotter and her mind swirled as she began to float into the stars. As he peeled his lips and tongue away, their equally deep and labored breathing sounded in her ears. "Now try to tell me you don't want me," he said with a heated groan.
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Elizabeth Kelley is an American who has lived in Germany for much of her life and remained even after Hitler’s takeover. She is captured by the Gestapo for hiding her best friend, Zarah, who she believes is a Jew, and is sent to a concentration camp for her so-called crime.
Derek von Vetter is the half-English, half-German nobleman and career German Army officer, who has been assigned as Kommandant as punishment by his superiors when they discover he had falsified identity papers for his grandmother’s secretary and friend, Miriam, who is a Jew. If he did not accept the so-called commission, then he, Sabrina and Miriam would be incarcerated at the camp, Once there, he along with his friends in the Resistance smuggle in supplies for the benefit of the prisoners and in helping several of them to escape. If his superiors discovered these new changes, he could be killed.
Could Elizabeth and the other captives trust him and his changes? Were they genuine or merely for show? Would she be able to resist falling in love with him or would her heart make the decision for her?
About the Author
VALERIE MICHAELS has been writing since just after the birth of her son and writes contemporary as well as historical stories. She has been inspired by her love of history and from being a citizen volunteer at the police department in her city.
She tries to be as realistic and factual in her stories as possible and relies on her enjoyment of history and her volunteering as most of her research. Her pseudonym is a combination of her children’s first names, Valerie and Michael. She lives in a small suburb north of Dallas, Texas, with her husband, Steve.
l in her stories as possible and relies on her enjoyment of history and her volunteering as most of her research. Her pseudonym is a combination of her children’s first names, Valerie and Michael. She lives in a small suburb north of Dallas, Texas, with her husband, Steve.