Neither Swords Nor Betrayal Could Stop Their Forbidden Love...
Lady Phillipa of Lindhurst had been a prisoner in her husband's castle since her arrival there as a child bride. His current absence gave her a respite from his cruelty and a chance to venture beyond the castle's iron gates. But her dread of returning paled in comparison to her terror of the handsome knight who suddenly rode his charger across field and fen and into her life.
For Temric, knight-errant and a powerful lord's bastard son, the sight of Phillipa's beauty awakened both a wrenching anguish and overwhelming desire. Long had he dreamed of her, tormented by the knowledge she should have been his wife. It took but one kiss, and she understood that he had come to her rescue unbidden. She would go with him unafraid.
Just as fate made them lovers, the world made them outcasts. Condemned by king and kin and betrayed by those they trusted, Phillipa and Temric would not be parted. If they were caught their lives would be forfeit. But one path remained: the way of true love and a plan so perilous it could bring death - or their most glorious dreams.
"Phillipa." He made her name a plea, his voice hoarse and deep. Stunned by his familiar address and his intimate tone, she looked up. His face was soft with masculine need for her, his eyes golden with desire. A cool breeze surrounded them. It ruffled the neat strands of his dark hair. He reached for her, but she was frozen with fear. His arms encircled her in a light embrace, drawing her close. "May God have mercy on my soul," he barely breathed as he lowered his head and brushed his mouth against hers.
He was gentle, and the taste of him was surprisingly pleasant. Philippa's eyes opened wide and she caught her breath waiting for more kisses. And when he touched her lips again, she shivered. This was better than a dream.
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