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Book Description:
A shared secret from their past could destroy their future…
Northumbria, 1077. In the years following William the Conqueror’s harrying of
the North, Lady Alfreya of Tyrswick returns to her family home after seven
years in exile. But instead of returning victorious as her dead father had
promised, she returns defeated by Baron Sebastian de la Croix, the Norman who
rules her lands.
To save her gravely ill brother's life, Alfreya offers herself hostage to her
enemy. As Alfreya gets to know her new husband, she finds he’s not the monster
she feared, and their marriage of convenience soon becomes a bond of passion.
But Sebastian is a man with a secret—one that could destroy him.
As a series of brutal murders haunt their nights, the man who betrayed
Alfreya’s father returns claiming to be her betrothed. He has learned
Sebastian’s secret and will use it to further his own ambition—using
Sebastian’s own family—which will destroy Sebastian and mark him a traitor, and
plunge an unprepared England into war with the Scots…
Excerpt:
By the light of the fire she could see the abandoned
chair. To see the second chair Frey must peer around the door.
It too was empty.
Frey frowned. Did she doze and Sebastian slipped past
her unseen? She took a further step or two into the room and looked.
The bed was…
Before Frey could complete the thought, she was grabbed
roughly from behind and held firmly against a man’s broad chest. A large hand
covered her mouth and suppressed an involuntary scream.
The man recognised her and relaxed but did not remove
his hand.
“You picked the wrong night to slit my throat while I
slept, princess.”
Sebastian’s whispered voice filled her ear. He held her
still for long moments before speaking.
“Are you recovered? You will not scream?”
Frey nodded and shook her head in answer to each
question and she was released, her heart pumping furiously.
“Do you suggest I pick some other night then?” she
said, wiping her mouth to rid the sensation of his hand.
Sebastian ignored her barb and poured a small measure
of spiced wine into his goblet. He handed it to her and watched as she drank.
“Why do you assume the worst of me?” she asked.
“Habit,” he answered, arms folded across his chest.
“Now tell me what you’re doing in my chambers while others sleep.”
“I have to speak to you.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows rose in surprise. It might have
been scepticism, but Frey couldn’t be sure.
“And it couldn’t wait until morning?”
All of a sudden Frey’s courage left her and she
wondered if her senses had taken leave of her too.
She was an unmarried woman, alone, late at night in the
bed chamber of a man whose mere presence made her feel powerful sensations that
she struggled to understand. What on earth was she doing?
She shook her head softly.
“This was a mistake.”
As she turned to leave, Sebastian grabbed her wrist.
“It’s a mistake to not finish what you start.”
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