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305 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 1, 2016
“You took one look at Linnet and saw your future.”
“When you’re in my bed, that’s what I expect. You, naked and wet. Not to hear you talking about other men.”

“And to think,” he echoes lightly. “I thought it just an irritating errand. Little did I know my destiny was waiting here for me.”


"You just gave me all that sweetness you'd stored up all those years as though I . . . as though I deserved it."Completely entertaining!
She had absolutely no guile, no defense, and no insight into the harsh realities of life.. . . and Mason was her complete opposite.
Her husband did look rather sinister, she recognized, as he prowled up the shadowy corridors with a menacing glint in his eye.Despite the differences in their personalities (or maybe because of them), they created a little bit of magic together. The way they both blossomed under the influence of the other was such a pleasure to read.
"Only you could think that about me, Linnet. I'm not nice. I just happen to be in love with you."
"Mason, I don't know what you're talking about. Linnet thinks the sun rises and sets with you."
"You didn't read that fucking book."
Oswald looked bewildered. "Book? What book?"
"Sir bloody Maurency of Jorde."
She was not a beauteous maiden and he had not rescued her from her tower. If anything, she had called down to him and he had pointed out there was a door.Linnet is a wonderful h. Although she is the typical old-school historical romance heroine. (virginal, been abused by relatives, blazing red hair, etc) Don't care, loved her firery but sweet personality.
“Don’t cry,” he said, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips. “I don’t like it when you’re upset. It makes me want to do crazy things, like kill people.Coldbreath's writing keeps the plot moving along quickly, and the steam level is MUCH higher than old historicals, this is a huge positive. The side characters are wonderful as well, and it had such a sweet friendship between the two brothers.
“You’re mine,” he said darkly against her ear. Then he pulled back, looking at her through unfathomable, dark eyes. “Now you say it, Linnet.” She leant up on her tip toes, bringing her mouth close to his ear. “You’re mine,” she whispered and felt him go still before his breathing caught. When she leant back he had the strangest, conflicted look on his face. But he’d wanted to hear the words, she thought in puzzlement. Hadn’t he? “Let’s try again,” he said tightly.”

This was what she had spent a decade dreaming about in her tower? Being rescued by some paragon of virtue? And instead she had gotten him. The Despoiler of Demoyne. Wymer’s most savage hound of war.