The Wolf and the Dove
Chapter One
With The Wolf and the Dove the tension-filled excitement continues as two age-old enemies, a Norman and a Saxon, discover that love is an even more exhilarating emotion than hate. And as the tumultuous pair find their equally turbulent path to each other's arms, passion and tenderness flares.
"For once, Wulfgar, my Norman knight," she breathed, her violet eyes glowing with the warmth. " 'Tis what the slave wills--"
She danced away as his hands fell from her and curtseyed prettily for him. Her eyes swept him from toe to head and knew his desires had not cooled.
"Mind your dress, lord. These days would chill even the stoutest of men."
Grabbing up a pelt she pulled it close about her and gave him a impishly wicked look. Turning on her heels with a low laugh, she went to the hearth, there to lay small logs upon the still-warm coals. She blew upon them but drew back in haste as the ashes flew up and sat back upon her heels rubbing her reddened eyes while Wulfgar' s amused chuckles filled the room. She made a face at his mirth and swung the kettle of water on its hook over the building heat as he cmssed to the w ... read full excerpt from Wolf And The Dove ebook
