Bride of the Tower

THE BATTLE-WEARY WARRIOR HAD FINALLY MET HIS MATCH...

More warrior than woman, Lady Julianna D'Arcy had sworn to defend her home against all enemies. She knew not if her unexpected guest was friend or foe, but infinitely more dangerous than any adversary was the way the mere sight of Sir William Bowman stirred her blood unlike any man she'd ever seen before!

"Have a care who you call traitor, milady, else I'll be forced to judge you traitor instead!" "With what reason?" she asked. "I am a true loyal subject of our king-- " "Are you? I know nothing of you, lady - not so much as who you are, or the name of this place. A lady dressed in warrior's garb. 'Tis uncommon, you must admit - rare enough to raise questions in a curious man's mind." He cupped her chin, then slid his fingers down along her neck and over her shoulder before stopping just above her breast. "A puzzle to entice a man," he murmured. "Or a siren meant to lure a man to your bed and render him your slave?"