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When the Normans murder her father, plunder his estate, and humiliate her poor mother, Aislinn of Darkenwald vows revenge. But when she glares with hatred into the cold gray eyes of Wulfgar--the Iron Wolf of Normandy--the leader who now claims her as his slave, she knows that her sharp tongue and quick wit are no match for his towering strength. Although she must yield her body she isdetermined never to yield her heart. For it is rumored that he despises women and uses them only for his pleasure. The why does he buy her gifts when it is not his way? Why does he battle and pardon her people? Could it be that this proud, feared knight of Normandy thinks of her as much more than his slave?
For once, Aislinn felt weakened--not from frear, but from desire. As her mother plots their escape, her heart is torn between loyalty to her people and her passion for the knight whose tenderness in the privacy of their bedchamber makes her body ache with pleasure.
But can her consuming passion wipe out her own brutal violation at the hands of Wulfgar's conquering forces? Even if she dares to hope for a future together with the knight she has come to love, how can she be sure the child she carries is his? |
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