“ The only death I fear is the one I fell when we're apart. ”
She wanted to savor him slowly like a lemon cream pie on a lazy summer day. One bite at a time.
~ Sandra Jones
Warning: Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.
You've always done as you pleased, Princess. I can't change you, nor do I want to. You're strong, a fighter. And I've never wanted another woman as I want you.
Her eyes narrowed with feigned disgust. I cannot walk backwards anymore! I'm too afraid you'll run me into something. He released one of her hands and reached around her, to cup her firm behind. Trust me. I'd never risk hurting your backside.
