What have you to trade for my silence?” …He opened his mouth to beckon the men, but Eleri moved like lightning. With her right arm restrained, she couldn’t cut him. However, her weapon of choice...

Her eyes narrowed with feigned disgust. “I cannot walk backwards anymore! I’m too afraid you’ll run me into something.”He released one of her hands and reached around her, to cup her firm behind. “Trust me....

You’ve always done as you pleased, Princess. I can’t change you, nor do I want to. You’re strong, a fighter. And I’ve never wanted another woman as I want you.

He lifted his head, staring into her eyes as if searching for something. Voice ragged, he said, “I told you I’m a possessive man, Eleri. I want to keep you, mount you, fill you, but...

The only death I fear is the one I fell when we’re apart.

Mon dieu. I cannot leave without tasting your lips once more.”She read the question in his hooded gaze. She would not let him leave, of course, but allowing him a kiss seemed a reasonable consolation...

His gaze lowered to her breasts, scalding her with the intensity of his stare. “At this moment, I’m exceedingly glad I’m no longer a monk.

To secure his king’s trust, his family’s future, and perhaps even his own happiness, he needed to convince her he was more than a mercenary — in fact, a man who would stand by her...

Warning: Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.

Lulled into complacency, one of the brigands’ hands loosened on his arm, and Warren had his chance. Breaking free, he grabbed a handful of Red’s braids and tangled his fingers in the silky plaited coils....

I’ll kiss your feet if you’d scratch my nose.