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Romance | Historical
It wasn't her first choice, for Seonaid Dunbar had, like
her brother, been trained as a Scottish warrior at her
father's knee; but fleeing to an abbey was clearly
preferable to whacking on Blake Sherwell with her sword --
which she'd happily do before wedding the man. No, she'd
not walk weakly to the slaughter, dutifully pledge troth
to anyone the English court called "Angel." Fair hair and
eyes as blue as the heavens hardly proved a man's worth.
There was no such thing as an English angel; only English
devils. And there were many ways to elude a devilish
suitor, even one that King Henry ordered her to wed.
No, the next Countess of Sherwell was not sitting at home
in her castle as Blake thought: embroidering, peacefully
waiting for him to arrive. She was fleeing to a new
stronghold and readying her defenses. Swords and sleeping
drafts, Claymores and kisses. This battle would require
all weapons--if he ever caught her. And the Chase was
about to begin.
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