EXCERPT
From Chapter One:
Queen Eleanor's Court at Poitiers—May 1171
In the three months she'd been at Queen
Eleanor's court, men had called her many
things—the least unpleasant, and
familiar, had something to do with ice
and frost. She'd heard that complaint
more times than not.
Yet now, each article of clothing seemed
to evaporate like the morning mists. Her
gown fell from her body, leaving the
evening air free to whisper across her
quivering flesh. With nothing more than
a smoldering stare, he undressed her
slowly, one agonizing layer at a time.
Adrienna of Hallison trembled with
anticipation, fear and a longing so
intense she was certain she'd die. She
wanted more than just his gaze. She
wanted his breath on her neck, his lips
against hers. Her breasts strained
against the bodice of her gown, seeking
his caress, aching for the touch of his
hands.
Beneath the tight layers of linen and
silk that concealed her body, her skin
tingled. Fire and ice coursed through
her veins. She prayed she'd not reveal
her desire by blushing. To her utter
dismay, heat filled her cheeks. She
studied the richly laden table before
her, hoping to hide her flaming face
from him.
Men were the same everywhere. Fortified
keep or lush palace mattered not. They
had fought for the right to thaw her
composure. All had failed.
Their false, near-fawning attention held
little interest. At times, when it
wasn't downright tiresome, it bordered
on the ridiculous.
If they could perceive her thoughts at
this moment they would be shocked. No
man had ever caused her blood to rush in
this manner. Never had anyone conjured
this unbidden state of desire from her.
They would be appalled by the heat
coursing through her body at the mere
stare of a stranger. A dark and
dangerous stranger dressed in the
deepest shade of blue she'd ever seen.
The near-black attire made him even more
noticeable than the brightly adorned
peacocks that filled Eleanor's court.
Yet, those peacocks had been correct.
Her body, as well as her heart, had been
frozen for what seemed a lifetime.
Until now.
The stranger's stare bore through her,
forcing her attention back to him. His
eyes stripped away her clothing and laid
her body bare.
With a quick ragged breath she yearned
for his touch. Would his fingers be
rough against her soft flesh? Would his
hands carry the same flame that burned
from his eyes?
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With non stop action and violence,
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