On the run and hiding from someone who wants her dead, Marri has a chance encounter that brings her Gryff Donovan. The safest thing for her is to become DONOVAN'S WOMAN, though he is also on the run from a witch who had once enslaved him.
As the days pass, Marri's memory returns. She is a future queen, and with those memories coming back she realizes a couple of things ... she is on the run from her own brother who sees her as an obstacle to the throne and she knows there can be no future for her and Gryff, who has become her hero. But the attraction between them is explosive. Running only sends them into the hands of the witch who had been searching for Gryff since his escape. Will they be able to escape again only to have danger rear its ugly head? Is there any possibility their love will grow or will they lose everything?
DONOVAN'S WOMAN is incredible. There is so much happening from the first page all the way to the last, with a number of twists and turns that have you holding your breath. Author Amanda Ashley has once again cast a spell on her readers, and I love it. Gryff and Marri both have secrets ... and both are on the run leading them to some very interesting adventures. I found the way the love that begins to grow between them is well written and believable. Sometimes with a short story you get the "wham bam thank you ma'am," but in DONOVAN'S WOMAN the reader is able to watch as the couple's feelings build especially when danger to either of them comes into play. And they do have a lot of people who either want to enslave them or kill them making this a short story that will have you glued to the pages. I can't wait to get my hands on another of Ms. Ashley's offerings.
Gryff Donovan is on the run from the witch, Serepta, who
had once
enslaved him. Marri, future Queen of Brynn Tor, is on the
run, hiding
from her brother, Artur, who intends to kill her, thereby
removing his
only obstacle to the throne. A chance encounter brings
Gryff and Marri
together. Knowing there can be no future for the two of
them doesnβt
quench the attraction between them, or lessen the danger
of discovery.
As days pass, attraction turns to affection, and
affection to love. With
her life on the line, and time running out, Marriβs only
desire is to be
Donovanβs Woman.
EXCERPT
With a sigh, he looked over at the woman. She was
sleeping peacefully, her cheek resting on her hand. Her
hair spread over the pillow like a splash of gold ink,
her eyelashes rested like fans of silk against her
cheeks. Just looking at her calmed the storm within him.
He wished he had the right to crawl in beside her and
take her in his arms, to hold her close, stroke her hair,
feel the softness of her skin beneath his hand.
He hadnβt made love to a woman in over five years. He
had pleasured Serepta, but it hadnβt been love, nor had
he ever gone willingly to her bed.
He swore softly, his bile rising with the memory. How he
hated her! But no more than he hated himself.
βGryff?β Marriβs voice, sleep soft. βGryff, are you all
right?β
βSure. Go back to sleep.β He heard the bed creak and
then she was there in the dark beside him.
βDo you want to talk about it?β
He grunted softly, remembering that he had spoken the
same words to her not so long ago. βNo.β
She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder. βIβd like
to help,β she murmured.
The warmth of her touch penetrated his shirt, warming the
skin beneath, arrowing straight down to his groin.
βWhy?β
βBecause youβre helping me.β
βThanks, but thereβs nothing you can do.β
With a sigh, she drew his head to her breast and after a
moment, she lightly stroked his hair.
Her touch, filled with a gentleness and compassion that
he hadnβt felt in years, was his undoing. With a sob,
his arms went around her waist. He clung to her like a
child afraid of the dark while hot tears stung his eyes
and burned his cheeks.
She murmured to him, soft meaningless words of solace and
comfort as she lightly massaged his neck and back.
Under other circumstances, it might have relaxed him, but
it had been years since he had been with a woman he
desired. Every in-drawn breath carried her scent to him,
every touch of her hand fueled his desire.
He swore softly. It was bad enough that he was behaving
like a frightened child. If he didnβt put some space
between them, in another minute he would have her flat on
her back beneath him.
Muttering another oath, he drew back. He couldnβt look
at her, couldnβt face the disdain he was sure to see in
her eyes. He was a grown man. He was supposed to be
looking after her, not acting like an mewling infant, or
some wild, rutting beast. He didnβt know which shamed
him more, his tears or his lust.
Still not looking at her, he muttered, βIβm sorry.β
βItβs all right,β she said quietly. βGood night.β
He heard the bunk creak beneath her weight as she climbed
onto the bed, the soft whisper of cloth against cloth as
she slid under the covers and turned her back to him.
Damn and blast. He didnβt know how he was ever going to
face her again.
Marri stared into the darkness, the bodice of her dress
still damp from Gryffβs tears. She couldnβt believe she
had comforted him while he cried. Found it hard to
believe he was capable of tears. He seemed so strong and
self-assured, beyond emotions like sorrow or regret. Her
palm tingled when she recalled how she had stroked his
hair. Consoling him had seemed like the most natural
thing in the world.
She couldnβt remember ever comforting anyone who wasnβt a
member of her family. She had been acutely aware that
Gryff wasnβt one of her brothers. His masculine scent had
teased her senses, the weight of his head against her
breast had sent shivers of awareness spiraling through
her, made her think of things she had never considered
before, made her yearn to slip her hands under his shirt
and feel his bare skin beneath her palms, to press his
body to hers, to touch him and taste him.
Heat flooded her cheeks. What was wrong with her? Why
was she having these strange feelings about a man she
hardly knew?
She turned onto her stomach and slid a surreptitious
glance in his direction. He sat at the table staring out
the window, a smoldering cigarette in his hand. He
looked dark and dangerous and alone, she thought. So
alone. She wondered suddenly if he was married. But
surely not. He had never mentioned a wife. He wore no
ring.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes. Sleep, she thought.
It was the best thing for her. She heard the sound of
the cabin door opening. Gryff, she thought, probably
going outside to stretch his legs before he went to bed.
Moments later, just as she was drifting off, she thought
she heard the melancholy howl of a wolf.
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