When
Lady Alyse de Courcy is betrothed to Sir Geoffrey Longford, she has no choice
but to make the best of a bad bargain. The hulking knight is far from her ideal
man, and although he does possess some wit and charm, he is no match for the
sinfully sensual man she secretly admires, Thomas, Earl of Braeton, her
betrothed’s best friend.
Lady Alyse de Courcy is betrothed to Sir Geoffrey Longford, she has no choice
but to make the best of a bad bargain. The hulking knight is far from her ideal
man, and although he does possess some wit and charm, he is no match for the
sinfully sensual man she secretly admires, Thomas, Earl of Braeton, her
betrothed’s best friend.
From
the first, Sir Geoffrey finds himself smitten by Lady Alyse, and, despite her
infatuation with his friend, vows to win her love. When Geoffrey puts his mind
to wooing Alyse, he is delighted to find her succumbing to his seduction. But
when cruel circumstances separate them, Geoffrey must watch helplessly as Thomas
steps in to protect Alyse—and falls in love with her himself.
the first, Sir Geoffrey finds himself smitten by Lady Alyse, and, despite her
infatuation with his friend, vows to win her love. When Geoffrey puts his mind
to wooing Alyse, he is delighted to find her succumbing to his seduction. But
when cruel circumstances separate them, Geoffrey must watch helplessly as Thomas
steps in to protect Alyse—and falls in love with her himself.
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As the three courtiers
accompany Princess Joanna to her wedding in Spain, they run headlong into the
Black Plague. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her
feelings for both the men she loves. But which love will survive?
accompany Princess Joanna to her wedding in Spain, they run headlong into the
Black Plague. With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her
feelings for both the men she loves. But which love will survive?
Spellbound, she watched
him, head bent over her now-smoldering hand, kissing it with an unhurried
thoroughness that seemed to stop time. His lips scorched where they lingered,
spreading a fire that consumed her body and mind. Had she the strength, she
would have snatched her hand from his grasp to save herself from immolation.
Other men had danced with her, held her hand, kissed it–they had never
made her feel thus.
him, head bent over her now-smoldering hand, kissing it with an unhurried
thoroughness that seemed to stop time. His lips scorched where they lingered,
spreading a fire that consumed her body and mind. Had she the strength, she
would have snatched her hand from his grasp to save herself from immolation.
Other men had danced with her, held her hand, kissed it–they had never
made her feel thus.
In a daze, she watched
Geoffrey wrench his lips from her hand and stand, eyes widened as if amazed.
His brows furrowed a moment then he spoke to the king. “May I ask, Your
Majesty, when the banns will be read? I am sorely pressed to begin my
repentance.”
Geoffrey wrench his lips from her hand and stand, eyes widened as if amazed.
His brows furrowed a moment then he spoke to the king. “May I ask, Your
Majesty, when the banns will be read? I am sorely pressed to begin my
repentance.”
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