Historical Romance
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 Zipporah looked up at him to find that he was waiting for her to finish. She let out a frustrated breath. “You’ll never carry a child, Peter.” Was he that thick-headed? He brought her back into his chest. “You’re worried people might count moons and talk too much.” She decided…
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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For England, 1192 “Peter, please,” she rasped. He kissed her again, harder, making her lips feel tender from the stubble on his jaw. He groaned, exploring her mouth with his. How had she lived without this? Need exploded over her body. “Stop me,” he said against her mouth. She reached up…
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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For England The Year of our Lord, 1192 Zipporah slipped into her father’s sickroom. She closed and barred the door incase Gilburn returned, wondering when Peter would arrive for the day. She had to admit, if she had to choose, she would take Peter’s company over Gilburn’s, even if being around…
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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For Alana went to the bed. Tucking her shift around her, she sat cross-legged. She took up one of the swords, turning it this way and that, watching the firelight flicker over the mirrored finish. She frowned about her plan to have John lie with her. What if he didn’t want…
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He sat down on the trunk. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” John asked. “You’re good for her.” “Me?” He pulled the fresh tunic over his head. “Are you sure you haven’t been drinking?” Matthew laughed. “Very sure.” He couldn’t help but to think that Matthew’s faith was misplaced. He would do the…
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Lady Alana of Berkley slid off her dapple-gray stallion, her legs stiff from an entire day spent in the saddle. She was an accomplished horsewoman, but unaccustomed to sitting in one position for so long. She looked around her new surroundings; Ravenmore, where she and her brother, Matthew, would be spending the summer season with…
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“Where should we put her things?” John called as Peter took the steps two at a time. “Need you ask?” “I told you,” he heard John say to Zipporah. Peter ignored her subsequent protest, leaving her arguing with John. Reaching his brother’s impeccably neat solar, Peter closed the door and sat behind the desk. He…
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Her head swam and she reached out for a bedpost. So much for desire… When Peter came closer she put up a hand to stop him. “Chamber pot, quickly.” He found one in short order and she knelt on the floor, Peter pulling her hair out of the way just in time. She looked up…
Darcy Branwyn 