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Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: Ambushed as he approaches an English estate, Lord Cort Dornogard trusts no one...least of all spirited Gaelic healer Alexis Fallon, who fascinates even as she defies him. The magnificent Norse warrior is a threat to both Alexis' heart and her cherished autonomy, for she harbors a secret about the ambush she cannot reveal. Honesty will cost her her freedom. But silence may cost her far more. Cort harbors a damning secret of his own--one guaranteed to foment rebellion among his new subjects. The escalating attacks and accidents confirm that fear. His foes, both English and Norman, will exploit what he hides to destroy him, his dreams, and the woman he's grown to love. Snared in a web of castle intrigue, passion, and betrayal, Cort and Lexi are each far more than either suspects. Will they discover too late that truth is a two-edged sword?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./English Tea Rose, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: August 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [413 KB]
Words: 86172
Reading time: 246-344 min.

She cast him a perplexed look, then rose and slapped the wrinkles from her sea-green tunic and ivory underblouse. "Did you want something, my lord?"

My poor, provocative innocent, you have no idea.

"Need I remind you again, it's Cort to you, lady, not my lord? Come here," he growled, forgetting for the moment his interest in her family.

Without demur she glided toward him, though her eyes reflected bewilderment at his tone. "Have I done someth--"

"No, but I hope you will." Cort swept her against him, uncaring that she must feel his arousal hard against her belly.

Lexi gazed up at him, translucent gold eyes startled. Then a shy smile started at the corner of her mouth and curved her full lower lip.

"What do you hope I will do?" she whispered.

"This." Making no attempt to disguise his desire, Cort took her mouth in a blatantly sexual kiss. Hungry, possessive, his lips flowed over Lexi's, demanding a response. But there was no need to demand. She yielded with exquisite sweetness, melding her generous mouth to his, then sought his liquid heat with every bit as much urgency as he did hers.

Her slender hands kneaded his shoulders, feathered up his neck, thrust into his hair, stripping away the leather thong that confined it. Loose strands teased his jaw, his cheekbones, drifted and held at the edges of their heated mouths.

Did she sense, he wondered, all that he offered, all that he was?

Muffled conversation from the hall below, distant jangling of harness and clank of swordplay from the bailey receded into oblivion. Cort knew nothing but the taste of her honeyed-almond mouth, the rose and woodland perfume of her incredible hair.