The Chieftain’s Bride
by Kate Hill
(Historical Romance)
Marion of Ravenhill was a pawn in a warrior’s world, promised to the Viking raider, Wyborn, for his fierce protection of the British shoreline. She vowed he would never have her heart, but from the moment they meet, the attraction between them is nearly overwhelming.
Excerpt:
On the far side of the river, in the shadow of a low-hanging branch, stood the tall figure of a powerfully muscled man. Waist deep in water, he moved forward. Moonlight streaked Wyborn’s wet, ash-colored hair. Rivulets of water streamed down his sculpted torso.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
“I should ask you the same thing. Why are you here alone and naked? Have you no sense of danger? Bodin could still be lurking around.”
A shiver crept up her spine. She hadn’t thought of that. He stepped toward her, and she backed away, her gaze raking his body, noting every curve and plane, every scar marking his flesh. Goodness, he was beautiful.
“You were surprised when I announced our wedding plans.” He stopped walking and so did she.
“Raynor hasn’t been dead for very long. I thought you’d give me time to mourn.”
“Our wedding is just a symbol of the unity of Ravenhill. I don’t intend to rush your grieving or expect you to consummate our marriage until you’re ready.”
“You don’t?” She tried to sound relieved in spite of her disappointment.
Shaking his head slightly, he moved closer. Her arms, which were still folded across her breasts, brushed his chest. It felt cool, roughened by a few curling blond hairs. She tilted her face up to his. Staring at her, he parted his lips slightly. Her heart pounded when she realized how little they’d have to move for their mouths to touch.
Now available from New Concepts Publishing.
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Interesting meeting here. She sure is tempted
It would seem she might be pretty disappointed if he chooses not to consummate the marriage.