The Viking's Heart
Burdened by a dark and joyless past, Rosamund Clavier would not go willingly to the altar. Indeed, if her plans held true, she would not go at all. But fate intervened in the person of a near-legendary knight called Agravar, a Viking warrior determined to save her#151;from herself!A life of service to his chosen lord left Agravar little time for romance, courtly or otherwise–until he rescued the Lady Rosamund and his destiny was sealed. For he knew 'twould be this woman and no other. Forever.
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“Are you an expert on evil, Rosamund?”
When she turned back to him her eyes were a bit wild—large and round, lost in that pretty face. They startled him. So did her answer. “Aye. Of a sort. I am.”
He blinked, trying to absorb it. Trying to think what it meant. In the end, he only held out his hand. “Come. Let us go back to the hall.”
She was so artless, so utterly transparent. She hesitated. “I…I thought I might roam a bit. Get to know the castle.”
“What a poor liar you are.”
Her head whipped around. She was all fire again. “What an insulting man you are! What reason have you to question me?”
What reason had he? Only that something deep down in his gut seemed connected to this woman. Only that his soul spoke to him of her, and it told him disturbing things….
Dear Reader,
Much of the beauty of romance novels is that most are written by women for women, and feature strong and passionate heroines. We have some stellar authors this month who bring to life those intrepid women we love as they engage in relationships with the men we also love!
In fact, rising talent Jacqueline Navin could be one of our heroines. This mother of three has written six books since her publishing debut in 1998. Her latest, The Viking’s Heart, is a lively yet emotional sequel to her first book, The Maiden and the Warrior. Here, noblewoman Rosamund Clavier awaits escort to the dreaded marriage her abusive father has arranged for her. Imagine Rosamund’s dilemma when she discovers that her Viking escort is her true match—yet duty and honor still bind her to another….
Award-winning author Gayle Wilson returns with My Lady’s Dare, a sensational Regency-set romance about a woman who would sacrifice all for the life of a family member. Luckily the Earl of Dare comes to her rescue! In Bandera’s Bride, Mary McBride gives her Southern belle heroine some serious chutzpah when, pregnant and alone, she travels to Texas to propose marriage to her pen pal of six years, a half-breed who’s been signing his partner’s name…!
And don’t miss Susan Amarillas’s new Western, Molly’s Hero, a story of forbidden love between a female rancher and the handsome railroad builder who needs her land.
Enjoy! And come back again next month for four more choices of the best in historical romance.
Sincerely,
Tracy Farrell,
Senior Editor
Available from Harlequin Historicals and JACQUELINE NAVIN
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This is dedicated to Mick.
Does it ever get old when I keep saying, “Thanks”?
Contents
Chapter One
The woman who lay upon the cushions of the gently swaying litter was asleep. Beside her, a slumbering maid snored softly into the still air as if even in sleep she could not stand to be silent. Outside, the steady clatter of horses’ hooves, the occasional deep drone of a man’s voice, the clang of armaments jostling as their bearers traveled over rough terrain all blended together and filled the air with a busy, hushed din that was somehow soothing. It was this and the rocking motion that had lulled the lovely young woman after three days and nights of anxiety-filled wakefulness.
Her eyes flew open and she sat up.
The dream had come again.
Glancing about, she blinked until sleep released its hold and she recognized where she was. A sigh that was more resignation than relief stole some of her tension as she lay back again and placed a limp wrist over her forehead to push the wisps of golden curls away.
As horrid as her sleep had been, the world unchanged upon waking was no better. They were set to end this day at Gastonbury, the fortress home of her cousin’s husband.
Gastonbury. She shivered. She had heard tell of Lucien de Montregnier, a dark and fearsome lord who had conquered the lands in a sweeping campaign of vengeance and taken her cousin, Alayna of Avenford, to wife. The thought of such a man, mingled with her other fears, set her to nibbling on her fingernail.
In truth, it was not so much Gastonbury, or even its fierce lord, that sparked her dread as what lay after the visit to her kinswoman. Berendsfore Manor. Sir Robert, and her one, greatest fear.
Which brought to mind her dream. Or was it a memory? She never really knew for certain, and the wondering preoccupied her to madness.
It had begun, as it so often did, with the deceptively mild realization that she was in her bed at Hallscroft, her home since she was a child. In the dream, she was but a girl of ten and two. She could detect the soft smell of rain and wood fires that wafted in through the window. A band of moonlight fell across the pale carpet of rushes. It was so real, she often wondered upon waking how it was that each sensation had felt so vibrant, each perception clear and acute.
