“They were clustered by an open tent from which breakfast was being served. Kassandra exchanged greetings, accepted a cup of milk laced… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“So what to do? Rycca knew perfectly well. The problem lay in convincing Dragon. Every time she tried to bring up the… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“Again the king sighed. "That is a different matter." "Fine," Dragon said promptly. "I shall solve your problem for you." He made… — 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… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“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… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“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… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“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… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“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?… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“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,… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“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… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“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… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
