Untamed
Wytch Heath, near Wareham, the South Coast of England, AD 876
This time the dream of him was different. The dark warrior that had invaded her dreams was closer. Aurinia caught the sense of danger from him and her breath sharpened, even in the bands of a sleep that was at once real and unreal.
She saw his face first, only that, the strong lines and the night-black hair, the eyes dark as ripe sloe berries, and her heart tightened on the familiar dizzying ache.
Light and shadow from her empty hall flickered over her closed eyelids and the dream pulled her down, overmastering her senses, making them catch fire. He called to her, her dark warrior with the costly armour and the eight strands of gold at his neck. His presence and the potent sense of his vitality overwhelmed her. But this time the shadowy bond was fierce, intensified by the danger. Pain.
She smelled the blood. It was all around him, terrifying and death-filled, like the shouting.
He saw her, had sensed her, five miles away on the battlefield.
The brilliant eyes locked for one burning instant with hers and the unspoken bond snapped tight, frightening and deep. ... read full excerpt from Untamed ebook
