“She woke from dreamless rest to find her lap filled with wildflowers-blue and gold violets, white starworts with bright yellow centers, wild geraniums, purple heather, pale lavender bellflowers, creamy butterworts...a treasure trove of nature's jewels. "Where did these come from?"… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“There is no other way," she insisted. "Nothing else but to use you as bait? Madness!" "Don't make me say it." "Say what?" Wolf asked. He was leaning against a pillar, Cymbra close by, observing his brother with the air of a man torn between sympathy and amusement. Gritting his teeth,Dragon said, "That I used her as such to lure… — Josie Litton Copy Share
“People were coming and going about their daily tasks, now that the barn was rebuilt, apparently determined to ignore the fact that the lady… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“The day wore on.While yet Rycca slept, Dragon did all the things she had said he would do-paced back and forth, contemplated mayhem,and even honed his blade on the whetstone from the stable.All except being oblivious to her,for that he could never manage. But when she awoke,sitting up heavy-lidded, her mouth so full and soft it was all he could… — Josie Litton Copy Share
“Utterly still,all but invisible against the wall of the stable, the Dragon kept watch over his Saxon bride.” — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“Her tent was far enough away that she could call for help without necessarily being heard. Of course, she might also cry out for pleasanter reasons. Decided, he moved through the thickening dusk, drew aside the tent flap, and stepped inside. Kassandra was just finishing her bath. It was an indulgence to cart about the canvas-and-wood tub that had to… — Josie Litton Copy Share
“Get out,” Alex said and raised a hand, summoning a guard. “But my lord,” Byron protested even as he stared with alarm at the… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“Dragon’s eyes flew open. He stared at his hand curved over the alabaster mound of a perfectly formed breast, at the delicatable rose-hued nipple peeking through his fingers, up past the firm set of a certain chin and straight into honey-hued eyes that somehow failed to appear the least abashed. “Uh . . .” he said, which he rather thought… — Josie Litton Copy Share
“He was there,keeping watch over her, which meant he expected something to happen.What? That she would be so foolish as to try to escape? Not for a moment did she believe he would seek to trap her like that. No,he was waiting for someone else,the real villain who had sought to harm them both. Waiting and hoping to lure him… — Josie Litton Copy Share
“By noon,the tide had turned. The drakars emblazoned with wolf and dragon joined the fleet of the Hawk as they set sail for the… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“It isn’t so terrible. You did a good job of stitching.” She continued to examine his work. “There will be a scar, of course, but not much of one I think.” “I regret there will be any,” he said gruffly. With a fresh length of cloth, he rebandaged her arm. By the time he was done, she felt oddly shaky… — Josie Litton Copy Share
“He burned,his body drawn bow-taut. If he did not sheathe himself soon within his wife's silken depths... She looked at him directly, her eyes wide and candid. "All day I have wanted to...touch you." His dark brows rose. All day? Well that was certainly pleasing but it didn't make his condition any easier to bear. Harshly, he said, "You don't… — Josie Litton Copy Share
“Don't go!" Rycca said urgently. "It's a trap." Her husband looked down at her with amusement. "Of course it's a trap, sweetling.There are a dozen men out there.They assume they've got us neatly caught." "You could be killed before anyone got near enough to stop them." He shook his head. "I'm not going to be killed.But I am going to… — Josie Litton Copy Share
