Her forbidden love is back to claim her!
Once Lady Rebekah shared a life changing night with stable hand Raeden
but he disappeared the morning after. Now she’s consort to a cruel Saxon Lord,
and when Northmen lay siege to Ryestone Keep, Rebekah’s shocked to see Raeden
leading the charge! This Viking warrior is not the man she remembers, yet she
finds herself drawn to him again. Taken as his hostage, Rebekah must decide:
can she trust him with her life…and her dangerous secret?
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Sarah Rodi has always been a hopeless romantic. She grew up watching old,
romantic movies recommended by her grandad, or devouring love stories from the
local library. Sarah lives in the village of Cookham in Berkshire, where she
enjoys walking along the River Thames with her husband, her two daughters and
their dog. She has been a magazine journalist for over 20 years, but it has
been her lifelong dream to write romance for Mills & Boon. Sarah believes
everyone deserves to find their happy ever after.
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When her parents are killed at the hands of Danish raiders, a young Saxon girl, Rebekah, becomes the ward of her powerful uncle Cynerik. Alone at the fortress of Ryestone Keep, Rebekah's only pleasure is riding, until she falls in love with a stable boy, regardless of his lack of status. However, her uncle wishes her to marry his son, Atol, a cold and corrupt young man. Envious of Rebekah's relationship with Rædan, Atol seizes him and does the unthinkable... Eight years later, a fleet of Danish ships
sails up the river and lays siege to the fortress of Ryestone. The leader of
the Northmen is instantly recognisable to Rebekah even though he is much
changed. Rædan is back for revenge on those who destroyed his life.
Seeing Rebekah at his enemy's side, and with a daughter too, his anger -
and attraction - burns. The Saxons offer the Vikings gold and silver to
leave their lands, but Rædan demands something much more valuable - one
night with Lady Rebekah... Read an Extract! ‘Stǫðva! Enda!’ Rædan roared. He gripped the hilt of his
sword tighter, his big body freezing in shock. He hadn’t counted on her being right there, on the battlements. Rebekah. Glancing up and seeing her frantically waving that ridiculous flag,
for a heart-stopping moment he was rendered breathless. It was as if he’d
been struck by Thor’s hammer itself, a thunderbolt hitting him hard in the
chest. He had sent a silent word
up to the gods that if he saw her again he would feel just a flicker of
disdain, a mere memory of a happy youth, but of course, the gods were never
that kind. Rebekah’s dark auburn hair was still as vibrant as fire, but no longer
loose and flowing free. It was tamed and bound in a braid down the side of
her long neck, signifying she was spoken for, and she wore an exquisitely
embroidered gown that matched the evergreen of her eyes. Eyes that were
focused on the man beneath his boot—her precious Lord in danger, causing her
to wave the flag faster, harder. He should have expected her response, that
she would try to stop him from killing her lover, for she had shown where her loyalties lay,
yet he wasn’t prepared for his chest to burn with such bitterness. He pressed
down harder with his foot in anger. ‘Halt your attack,’ he
fiercely commanded his men. Usually, nothing would stop him from storming a Saxon fortress. They
didn’t care for the rules of battle. He’d put himself in the heart of the
fight many times, driven by his dark memories and the desire to make a name
for himself, to make history. And taking down Ryestone Keep meant more to him
than anything. He had imagined a great battle, with the fighting going on
long into the night, a meeting of strength and skill, but seeing Rebekah
again had stopped him in his blood-soaked tracks, and all around them the
Saxon soldiers were dropping their weapons in defeat. When Rædan met the eyes of
the man lying on the ground beneath him, he expected to see fear and recognition
in Lord Atol’s gaze—perhaps the dawning realisation that the heinous crimes
of his past had finally caught up with him—but there was nothing. It was as
if not even one memory had been stirred. And instead of begging for
forgiveness, the man began begging for his life. Rædan felt raw anger and
disdain rear up inside him. How could his enemy not remember him, when he had
often woken in the years since, covered in sweat and reliving the worst
evening of his life—the night he’d been parted from all that he knew and cared
for in the world? He wanted to crush the
Saxon Lord like the vermin that he was, but the sour taste of dissatisfaction filled his mouth. While this man had destroyed his
life and Rædan wanted revenge, an honourable death in battle now seemed too
good for him. Aware of everyone’s eyes on him, especially Rebekah’s, Rædan
roughly bundled the Saxon Lord to his feet. He took pleasure in tightly
binding the man’s hands with rope and gagging his mouth. He wanted this
mighty Lord to be humiliated, to lose all he held dear, to suffer as he had
suffered. And a plan began to form in his mind. His men had been tasked with
bringing riches back to Nedergaard and Rædan had unearthed a particular prize
of his own. First, he would take Lord Atol’s freedom, next, his wife… |
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