“The Hawk of Essex looked out toward the sea and thought for a moment that he had stepped back in time. As it had more than two years before, a Viking war fleet was bearing down on his shore. He… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“About two years ago," Cymbra went on, "Wolf conceived the idea of an alliance between Norse and Saxon to stand against the Danes.He thought such an alliance would be best confirmed by a marriage between himself and me.This did he… — 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
