historical-romance

But she'd learned instead to hope in the one Beacon that would always be there, no matter what darkness came her way.

The love within them shone as brightly as the lighthouse beam on the darkest, stormiest night. It broke through her confusion and heartache and filled her with a warm glow.

One day you will meet someone who will show you what you are made of. I only hope it is someone not forbidden to you ...

If only she had lived back then... experienced a real ball... not this play-acting. "Wouldn't that be amazing to truly be at this ball in 1834?" she whispered. The silver under her thumb flared with heat. The room spun. The air, colors and sounds muted as if she was inside an abstract color painting.

Was your magic carpet out of commission?

David strode through the battle raging between his men and the castle defenders in the courtyard and headed straight for the keep, intent on his goal.The castle would fall quickly. The defenders lacked leadership and were in disarray. His only concern was whether the castle had a secret tunnel for escape. During the siege, he had spread his men out through the fields surrounding the fortress to keep watch. But he had concentrated his forces for the attack and most were now inside the castle. If there was a tunnel, he must secure the widow and her daughters before they had a chance to escape. He did not relish the idea of having to chase them down through the fields with dogs.The defenders had foolishly waited too long to withdraw to the keep, and most were caught in the courtyard when David__ men burst through the gate. He barely spared them a glance as he ran up the steps of the keep.With several of his warriors at his back, he burst through the doors brandishing his sword. He paused inside the entrance to hall. Women and children were screaming, and the few Blackadder warriors who had made it inside were overturning tables in a useless attempt to set up a defense.__f ye hope for mercy, drop your weapons,_ David shouted, making his voice heard above the chaos.He locked gazes with the men who hesitated to obey his order until every weapon clanked to the floor, then he swept his gaze over the women. Their clothing confirmed what he__ known the moment he entered the hall. Blackadder__ widow was not in the room.__here is she?_ he demanded of the closest Blackadder man.__ho, m__ord?_ the man said, shifting his gaze to the side.__our mistress!_ David picked him up by the front of his tunic and leaned in close. __ell me now.___n her bedchamber,_ the man squeaked, pointing to an arched doorway. ___is up the stairs.__avid caught a sudden whiff of urine and dropped the man to the floor in disgust. The wretch had wet himself.__ake him to the dungeon,_ he ordered. The coward had given up his mistress far too easily.

She had a good, strong voice. She smiled with her voice, too. This, he thought, was the magic that had drawn him to her.

She dropped her hand, but he caught it and kissed her palm. His lips and warm breath on her sensitive skin fragmented her thoughts. His gaze held hers with that intense, magnetic force she didn't understand. It compelled her to draw closer to him. And she did. He leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. It surprised her and served as a potent temptation. Unable to quell her enthusiasm, she lifted herself onto her tiptoes and tilted her chin up hungering for another kiss like the one they'd shared the night before. "Saints!" Keegan growled, then took her mouth. His wicked tongue flicked at her lips and she opened for him - completely ready to devour him. But he did not seem in a hurry as he tempted and taunted her, barely touching his tongue to hers, then retreating. A sound escaped her and she was shocked to realize that it was halfway between a moan and a needy whine. He gave an answering groan and stroked his tongue inside her mouth. It darted around hers and then swirled. He hummed a soft sound. "So sweet," he whispered.

Loyalty is everything to him,_ Robbie said. __e expected ye to trust him, to believe in him, without requiring an explanation._ She had failed David, and he could not forgive her.

He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.

There was no denying it; his wicked words thrilled her. Like a feather slowly brushing over her bare skin, they teased and tantalized, awakening every inch of her body.

Life isn't worth living without love. Have faith in love! Take a chance, and you might be surprised at how well things will turn out. If you do, you'll be filled with joy. I promise.

Why does sin feel so good if it is a terrible thing?

His brothers accepted his fluid nature as something Darian simply was. He had been so all his life; suspended between male and female, one rising, the other ebbing without pattern or reason. The Queen, daughterless and doting, had gladly let her youngest sonwear gowns, bows, and curls far longer than appropriate, until his father had intervened with violent persuasion. At court, he now moved as a man. In private, he never stopped wearing gowns or ribbons when the softer she inside him waxed like the full moon. He allowed her complete rein. In truth, he no longer knew where he ended and she began. They were the same.

Though we are not together in body, know that I will always be with you in spirit. I will be in the whistling wind and in your dreams. Think of me in the joy of watching snow fall and know that I am thinking of you always.

God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine. Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. __ugh. How did we end up on the bed?_ __ think we must have floated,_ he whispered.

She held her finger to his lips. __e have a lifetime to reveal our secrets._ In a bold move, she took his hand and led him to the bed. Ever so eager to follow, Hugh__ mouth suddenly went dry. Hell, he couldn__ even manage a swallow. __re you ready, my love?_ he croaked. Licking those delectable lips, she nodded. __ want you more than the air I breathe.

I know you do not think very highly of me, but in some circles, I'm quite the thing.