SummaryShe said . . .
Caedmon of Larkspur is the most loathsome lout I have ever
encountered! When my sisters and I arrived at his castle, we
were greeted by servants and children running wild, while
Caedmon lied abed after a night of ale. No doubt there will
be another child soon, because I must admit he’s as
handsome as he is virile. And I must endure him, for we are
in desperate need of protection, though I can only imagine
what this knight will demand of me in return . . .
He said . . .
After nine long months in the king’s service, all I
wanted was peace . . . not five Viking princesses running my
keep. And the fiery redhead who burst into my chamber that
first morning is the worst of all. Why, I should kick her
out . . . but I have a much more wickedly delightful plan
for Breanne of Stoneheim, one that will leave her a Viking
in lust.
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