SummaryHe had sworn to battle the empire wherever he found it, and
an isolated Roman villa in Britainnia seemed the perfect
target for his revenge. He and his fierce Saxon warriors
would sweep through it like an inferno, destroying all in
their path.
From the moment he saw her, he knew she embodied all that
Rome stood for: pride, arrogance, civilization...beauty.
She was a woman like no other, fighting with undaunted
spirit even as he made her his slave. And as he gazed into
her glittering golden eyes, he realized he could not leave
until he had satisfaction from her.
She called him barbarian, called him oaf, called him her
enemy. Yet when he took her in his hard-muscled arms, her
body trembled with excitement. But would the fire flaring
between them conquer him or her? Was the passion that
burned in their souls born of hatred, or of love?
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