Claiming The Forbidden Bride (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
The first thing he realized was that it didn’t hurt his head. The second was that it allowed him to get a much better look at his surroundings than he had been able to before. He knew, because the Gypsy girl had told him, that he was in her caravan. Her home on wheels. This morning, a section of wall in the part where he lay had been propped open to allow both light and fresh air inside. The slightly medicinal scent he’d been aware of last night had been replaced by the crispness of the English countryside in autumn. He drew a deep, savouring breath of it into his lungs. As he did, he identified other smells, familiar from his campaigning days. Wood smoke. Fresh meat turning on a spit somewhere. The sounds were the same as well, he realized. A low hum of conversation. The occasional masculine laugh. A movement at the periphery of his vision caused him to turn his head. The little girl he’d seen yesterday was again standing at his bedside. This time her lips immediately curved into a smile, which he couldn’t have resisted responding to, even if he’d been so inclined.
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