July 7, 2010
Format: Trade Paperback
The war is over, but the battle has just begun. Aislinn knows the husband she wishes for is no more than a fantasy. Her discovery of a man to be hers brings no comfort, for a Centeris could never love her for what she is: Sidhe.
As she tries to hide her true self from the gentle warrior, death stalks her. The perpetrator behind a series of attacks wants more than to destroy the precarious peace - they want her powers.
To save her people, she must reveal herself and risk his love or leave him to face the challenge - alone.
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He couldn't believe what had just happened. His little Mid Dividian wife was a fireball in bed. She had taken him. He had never been taken by a woman before, and male pride dictated that he should be offended, that he should have been the one to ride her. At this moment, though, he didn't care. That was the most satisfying mating he had ever experienced, and he looked forward to the next time.
Maybe there was a benefit to being married to a pagan. He felt the skin of her forehead pressed against his chest. He felt her lips, her hot breath against his skin as she panted. He pulled off his mask and tossed it away to look down at his wife.
His heart skipped a beat as he really looked at the red golden hair hanging over her shoulders. The enchantress rose before him in his mind; she had had red golden curls.
"Aislinn," he said, breathing heavily, "let me see your face."
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