"Ms. Lynn captivates with rich, intense romance, action and sensuality." RT Bookreviews
"Ms. Lynn captivates with rich, intense romance, action and sensuality." RT Bookreviews
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EXCERPT from Chapter One:
Rockskill Keep, Scotland - Spring 1146
‘I have need of a husband.’
Rory of Roul shook his head to clear the thick fog muddling his mind and making his head pound. Where was he? He tried desperately to dredge up his last memory but failed.
Was it fog clouding his memory, or was it smoke from the fires set after the battle to lay waste to the land? Land now covered by dead bodies. Bodies not of men, but of smooth-faced boys who’d only recently sparred with wooden swords in mock battles. His stomach rolled at the horrors he’d committed.
No. The battle was over. Without his liege’s permission or knowledge, he’d gathered his men and left. He was no longer in Normandy. He’d run like a traitorous dog with his tail between his legs back to King David begging for a mission—a wolf’s mission—any mission.
He shook his head again. Slowly clearing the murkiness of his mind. He and two of his men had been heading for Rockskill Keep on the King’s orders. Rory jerked his head back, only to wince at the contact with the stone wall behind him. She needed a what?
The bite of iron manacles securing his wrists and ankles to the cold wall at his naked back kept him from laughing at her statement. Why was there a woman on the battlefield?
He blinked, then stared at the woman standing before him, not on a field of battle, but in a dimly lit cell, and asked, ‘Where are my men?’
‘They are secure.’
‘Secure?’
‘In a better state than you.’ She shrugged, adding, ‘For now.’
She stepped closer. The top of her head barely reached his shoulder. ‘You worry about your men for naught. You should be concerned for your own well-being.’
He snorted. His well-being had been forfeited the moment he’d deserted his post and walked off the battlefield. The penalty for desertion—treason—would be death. The best he could hope for was that his liege the Count of Roul—his brother Elrik—would use a sharp blade and make it a quick, clean end. ‘Where am I?’
‘Rockskill Keep.’
At least he’d arrived at the location of his mission for King David. ‘I demand an audience with the Lord of this Keep.’
‘That would be impossible, as he is dead.’
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". . .I can’t say enough great things about this, captivating and compelling narrative, a gorgeous romance between two well-suited but irritating stubborn characters and all the thrills and drama of the era, I loved it!!" Frankie at Chicks, Rogues and Scandals
Denise Lynn plunges her readers into a world of danger, desire and temptation in her dazzling new medieval romance, The Warrior’s Bride Alliance. . .
An enchanting Medieval historical romance written by a gifted writer who brings the past effortlessly to life, The Warrior’s Bride Alliance is a captivating tale by Denise Lynn that kept me in its grip from start to finish. Passionate, dramatic, witty and emotional, this breath-taking historical romance tells the story of two brilliantly drawn characters that jump straight off the pages and straight into readers’ hearts.
Denise Lynn’s The Warrior’s Bride Alliance is a superb Medieval historical romance readers will thoroughly enjoy" : Julie on Goodreads
"Terrific enemies to lovers story. Gillian needs a husband, fast, to save herself and her people...Susan on Goodreads
