Lady Danger
Chapter One
The Borders
Summer 1136
SO. WHERE IS THE THIRD WENCH?" Sir Pagan murmured casually, feeling
far from casual as he and Colin du Lac hunkered behind the
concealing cloud of heather, spying upon two splendid maids bathing
in the pond below.
Colin almost strangled on his incredulity. "God's breath, you greedy
sot," he hissed. "Is it not enough you have your choice of the pair
of beauties yonder? Most men would give their sword arm to-"
Both men froze as the blonde woman, gloriously drenched in sunlight,
sluiced water up over a creamy shoulder, rising above the waves
enough to bare a pair of perfect breasts.
The blood drained from Pagan's face and rushed to his loins, making
them ache fiercely. Lord, he should have swived that lusty harlot in
the last town before he came to negotiate such matters. This was as
foolish as shopping for provender with a full purse and an empty
gut.
But somehow he managed an indifferent grunt, despite the
overwhelming desire disrupting his thoughts and transfiguring his
body. "A man never purchas ... read full excerpt from: Lady Danger ebook
