The great Lord Damron is no more than a shadowy, powerful presence in the ruins of Blackthorn Castle. But the compelling gaze of his portrait draws Lydia Hunter to stand before him - and fall through time to become his beloved Lady Brianna.
When Darkness FallsUpon a moonless midnight, his face in shadow, a silent man came riding...Could it be? Is it him, so far from his lands and his people? Meghan can make no mistake, not when her heart cries out his name: Rolf MacDaidh. She had loved him once, in secret—and now the man they called...
The Heart Of A WarriorMereck of Blackthorn has vowed never to love-for he is cursed with baresark blood and it runs hot. But he must take a wife. When he meets Netta of Caer Caldwell, he is willing to spirit her away from her father's violence, even if he refuses to give her his heart.The Soul Of...
She rushed past the torch flickering in its wall bracket, her eye on the doorway, her hand outstretched far ahead of time. Her heart thudded. It seemed she would never reach the latch. She chanced a quick glance behind her. Oh, Saints! She wished she had not. Sir Magnus stepped out of the gloom i...
These past months, he had thought she gathered her nerve to ask for his protection. Not as a lover. As a warrior to stand between her and any male who sought favors she didn’t want to give. Now, she boldly sought him as a man between her thighs. He grasped her wrists to remove her hands from his ...
He knew she hadn't been listening, but for just one tiny bit of time, he'd felt relief. Why did he even think she would comply? She was going to make this as hard as possible for them both. He looked at Magnus and nodded. Though he'd been with his brother for only two weeks out of each year as th...
Raik's brows creased when he walked toward the high table, trying to find what he sensed. The tables stood where they always were. Linen cloth covered them. The food was bountiful. He sensed an air of tension around the men standing near the lower tables. 'Twas only when Edulf nudged his arm and ...