In the Dark
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by Brynn Paulin
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Born with a red blemish streaking her cheek, Katherine has been hidden her entire life. Even after her family perished in the plague, she did not emerge from behind the walls that protect her. With the help of a faithful servant, she is content to live as she's been taught. However, her contentment ends when a band of men arrive to the castle in a cloud of dust. She's horrified. And worried. And more than a little fascinated by the man who leads them, Calen the Black. While she spies on Calen from afar, her need to draw closer rages out of control until she sneaks to his room to experience his touch...for as long as they remain in the dark.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: March 2010
127 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [83 KB]
Reading time: 48-67 min.
Northern Britain 1351
Panic rushed through Katherine Wolf, the only remaining member of Bryant the Wolf's family, as she stared with astonishment through her window, high in one of the castle's six towers. Along the road leading to her home, dust billowed into the sky--dust that was obviously coming from a band of oncoming riders. Moments later, eight black steeds carrying eight men came into sight. Four wore mail. Knights and their squires...
Katherine's knees went weak.
No. They could not be coming here.
But they were.
She watched in horror as the horsemen galloped towards the front gate. They stopped as if considering entrance, and Katherine willed them to depart with all her being. Of course, it would not work. She was not a witch as some would suppose.
The rider who had been in the lead held up his hand, signalling to the others to stop. Deftly, he leapt from his horse and pulled off his helm. He shook his head, loosening the damp hair which had been trapped under the metal. Katherine sucked in a breath as his midnight hair splayed in the wind then settled upon his wide shoulders. His black cloak swirled about him, displaying equally black garments below. His beautiful face lifted upward as he surveyed her home.
She quickly stepped backward for fear he would see her watching him, though she was quite sure he would not be able to spy her. She pressed a hand to her middle. Men. Here at her home, the one place she had always felt safe.
Lifting her fingers to her face, she covered her cheek and the rose-coloured streak she had had since birth. Marked by the devil they said. She had been cursed to never set foot from this place or else be burned as a witch.
But what was she to do now?
The men would never find this hidden chamber constructed by her grandfather to hide his treasures. It was likely they would never find the hidden passages which gave her the run of the castle. She was rarely seen, but how long would that last before she accidentally stumbled upon one of the new inhabitants?