My First Ellora’s Cave Release!!!
BARON’S RIGHT
This book is a hot medieval romance.
Line: Legend (historical)
Length: Novella
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About the book:
Passion ignites between a cautious healer and a battle-weary knight.
Acelwyn is an independent healer, a woman with her own mind who swears she’ll never be at any man’s mercy. Roidan, a great warrior, appreciates his new land, granted to him by the king—but nothing fires his blood, his passion, as does the sensual healer he vows will be his.
Though Acelwyn is attracted to the new baron, she’s more interested in keeping him alive and staying out of another man’s clutches. Roidan vows to protect her from all harm; he wants no other to have her. A man of hearty appetites, he initiates her into sexual pleasure. But will passion be enough to keep Acelwyn tied to him? If not, he’ll keep her anyway—as is the baron’s right.
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Meet Roidan, the new baron of the lands, what he wants, he always gets and now, he wants her…
He took her hand in his again and pushed up the sleeve of her tunic. Already a bruise had formed along the bone of her forearm. He gently rubbed his thumb back and forth over it.
“I don’t think he broke it,” she said.
“It still pains you.”
She shrugged. “So do many things. Now sit still and behave, I need to clean your wound.”
Instead he leaned in and kissed her again. “I want to do other things.”
She pushed back on his shoulder. “You need to be still.”
He did as she asked and took a deep breath. All he could smell was her. “Tell me of your betrothed.”
“Othgar?”
“You have more than one?”
A rueful tilt of lips. “No. I’d rather not have one at all if I had a choice.”
“It might depend on the choice,” he said softly. She picked up the other jug and the foul scent hit him again. “What in all the saints is in that?”
“Does it matter?”
“If it goes on me it does.”
“This and that. Be still.” She paused for a moment. “This might sting.”
Sting. It felt like the fires of hell had been lit in a small area of his neck. He hissed, bit down and glared at her. “My own healer will stitch it.”
“As you wish. Make certain he cleans it again before he does and that he properly cleans the needle and—”
“Madam, I’ve survived battles with him tending me and went on to fight more.”
She said nothing, merely continued to apply whatever stank to high heaven.
He could hear his men outside the walls. He could also hear Othgar yelling about his betrothed.
Her fingers stilled and she straightened. He noticed her hands trembled as she glanced at the door.
He didn’t want her here, alone to tend for herself. “There are gardens at the keep?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, but they’ve been sorely mistreated.”
As had most things here. “You’ll come and tend to them.”
She frowned at him, tilting her head.
“You’ll come and tend to them. It isn’t a request.”
“Move aside!” Othgar yelled.
He felt the tension in her. She turned and looked at him. “You want me to tend the gardens?”
He nodded and motioned to the plants hanging around. “Yes, and to set a store for healing purposes at the keep.”
“People come here.”
He held her stare. “If they want your ministrations they can find you at the keep.” Where she’d be better protected.
She took a deep breath. “Just to tend the gardens?”
“Mayhap me as well.” He stood and cupped her face in his hands, running his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Acelwyn!” Othgar yelled, striding around the hut. He would be at the window in a moment.
Roidan heard Cyrus’ deeper voice.
“I don’t want to go to him,” she whispered.
“Then you have a choice to make.”
