“There’s less beastly men ye could take to yer bosom, miss.” The jailer opened the shed door, his bruised eyes squinting at her. “As ye see, I had to keep him separated.”
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The Lord Meets His Lady
by
Gina Conkle
Lord Marcus Bowles has stained his family's reputation for the last time. Only after spending a scandal-free year restoring some far-flung property can this second son return…
The Lord Meets His Lady
[Midnight Meetings, book 3]
Lord Marcus Bowles has stained his family's reputation for the last time. Only after spending a scandal-free year restoring some far-flung property can this second son return…
We stopped outside my bedroom, her pale skin a contrast in the unlit hall. An outside house light sliced through open blinds on my windows. Abbie peeked past the doorway at my unmade bed, two…
I stuffed the check in my back pocket over the foil package of a waiting condom. I’m no saint. I knew what I wanted. Cold water dripped from drenched hair down my bare back, but…
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Regan’s instincts were right. The houses he passed were closer together and soon the numerous trees parted to give way to the view of the…
Brandr let go of her when he came to his weapons in the grass. He knelt down, his profile severely set. “We need to get you to Hakan’s farmstead quickly. One of the women can…
“I know why I like working alone,” he said.
Her wide mouth stretched in a flat smile. “But today you’re looking for the treasure with me.”
He almost laughed at having his own words tossed back at…
His fingers slackened on the buckle. “You don’t want your freedom?”
“I do, but you’ve pushed for it more than I have. It makes me wonder.” She eyed the dead Viking, his body pummeled by the…
Who bought her?
An ugly shiver scraped her spine. One of the men here could take her tonight.
Sestra dunked a pitcher in fresh ale, the grainy sweet aroma reaching her nose. A red-bearded stranger from Aland…
