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Sandra Hill at Avon! Wow! Hopefully they don’t beat the originality and quirkiness we love out of her! All Lord Caedmon of Larkspur wants, after nine long months in the king's service, is a bit of peace - not five bothersome Viking princesses who invade his keep, especially not the fiery redhead, Breanne. He has half a mind to kick her tempting arse out the door but wait… he has a much more wickedly delightful plan for this thorn in his side.
Princess Breanne of Stoneheim is shocked at Larkspur's rundown condition with servants and children running wild whilst Caedmon lies abed after a night of mead and, no doubt, wanton bedsport. Breanne must endure the loathsome lout to protect her four sisters. She can hardly imagine what this knight will demand of her in return.
Excerpt: "Is he dead yet?"
Breanne asked the question before glancing around the earl's bedchamber at her four sisters, all of them daughters of King Thorvald of Stoneheim in the Norselands. As usual, each had an opinion and did not mind speaking over each other.
"For the love of Thor! How would I know?"
"We will ne'er find husbands if we keep killing men."
"This is the first one we have killed, you lackbrain."
"Well, how was I to know that? The rest of you performed the task with ease."
"The rest of us? Hah! We are all responsible for this...
this happenstance."
"Happenstance?"
"Oh, gods! We will all hang."
"Or be drawn and quartered."
"Or have our heads lopped off."
"I for one do not feel guilty. Not one bit. He was a beast."
"What is that green substance coming out of his nose?"
"Snot, you halfwit."
"Oh. Are you sure? Methinks it might be his brain oozing out." |
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