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The Comet
by Miriam Newman

Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: An ambitious young Norman knight, Neel, is seriously wounded at the Battle of Hastings and nursed back to health by a Saxon girl, Rowena. For her, it is only a matter of Christian duty and she is shocked to receive his proposal of marriage in return. She dares not refuse, but how can she love a Norman?
eBook Publisher: DCL Publications LLC, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011

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Fumbling at the gaudy tie, she drew out a necklace of stones like the eyes of a cat. Carefully drilled and strung on a fine wire, they slid through her fingers smoothly.

"They are called topaz," Neel explained. Stunned, Rowena had neither moved nor spoken. "They are the color of your eyes. I have given Bryna a gown for you, too. And a head covering." He smiled at her. "I think you will like ours better. All I ask is that you wear them for Christ's Mass."

She remained obdurately silent, but she could not...dared not...refuse. No doubt the gown was Norman. He called her "little Saxon," yet did not wish her to appear to be one. And perhaps, if Ralf had spoken truly, he was correct and she wasn't one at all.

"Here," Neel said as if her acceptance was a given. "Sit beside me and I will put it on you."

Still mute, she perched rigidly on the edge of the mattress she had shared with him in perfect comfort when he was unconscious. This time he was awake and aware and so was she--jolted by every nuance as he touched her for the first time.

He was efficient, raising her wild hair with a hand holding its weight, parting it and dropping it forward over both shoulders so that he could fix the clasp of the necklace. She felt the cold, rich stones against her collarbones and heard the tiny click of the clasp as he put his claim on her.

He lifted her hair back carefully, not catching it in the necklace. But he did not take his hands from her shoulders after he had done it.

She fell back upon manners, drilled into her by Bryna. "I have nothing for you," she said faintly.

"Then give me a kiss."

There it was--the trap she had sensed. She could wrest her body from beneath his hands and bolt for the door and he couldn't stop her, but that was only postponing the inevitable. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, not moving towards him but not moving away.

"Come," he said softly, inching closer. How was he doing that...hurt as he was?

"Be careful," she said, ambiguously.

"It's just a kiss."

It would be capitulation...unspoken acknowledgement of his ownership. But just as the needs of the body had drawn her to offered food, other needs tempted her, too. Trapped not by his hands but by her own indecision, she made no move to resist as he turned her within their circle, now at her waist. It was an awkward position, though, leaving her in imminent danger of falling off the side of the bed.

"Better hold on," he said, the devil incarnate. She did, twining her hands in his fine tunic as he spread his palm against her back to support her. The other hand cupped the back of her head. Infinitely gentle, he lowered his face to hers, teasing at her lips.

"Very sweet," he murmured. It was nothing like she had thought a kiss would be. She had imagined Ralf plunging his tongue into her as Leofric had done...pictured him groping her breast, hurting her, gross and fetid.

It was not like that at all. Neel's tongue traced the outline of hers lips, slow and enticing, not a bit revolting. When his lips nudged hers gently, she opened her mouth, sighing. He kissed her slowly and deeply, a silken invasion that set her heart pounding. Her hold on him increased, involuntarily, and she felt his response in the strength of his hand on her back, fingers splayed, supporting her. Guiding her. He drew her against his chest until she could feel her breasts taut and aching against his warm flesh and started to resist. Immediately, his grip slackened and he lifted his face from hers.

"I am only playing, little Saxon," he whispered.


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