“So beautiful, Aislynn.”
He reached to touch her hair, noting that the fine strands seemed to cling to his callused fingers. “So soft.”
A barely audible sound escaped her, drawing his gaze back to her face. He watched her lips part and her breathing quicken. He found himself unable to tear his gaze away from those sweet pink lips.
Aislynn’s voice was husky and questioning as she whispered, “Jarrod?”
Jarrod’s head spun. Whether it was from the feel of this beautiful woman in his arms, or from the wine, he did not know. And at this moment, he did not truly care.
He could never in his life recall wanting to kiss anyone as badly as he did Aislynn in this moment. And if there were reasons for not doing so, he could think of none of them.
He bent and placed his mouth on hers….
Praise for Catherine Archer’s recent titles
Summer’s Bride
“A delightful read!”
—Romance Reviews Today
Winter’s Bride
“A compelling, innovative tale…with lush details and unforgettable characters.”
—Rendezvous
Fire Song
“This finely crafted medieval romance…(is) a tale to savor.”
—Romantic Times
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Dragon’s Knight
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Contents
Chapter One
Aislynn Greatham moved through the high-ceilinged, drafty rooms of Bransbury Castle, with only half her attention on whence she was going. The rest of her mind was centered on thoughts of where her brother Christian might be.
And if he would ever return.
Her father, the baron of Bransbury lands and keep, grew more morose with each day that passed. He asked the same questions each time they were together. Where could his son have gone and why? What could have possessed him to leave without telling his father? For the thirteen years Christian had been gone to the Holy Land. Had this not been
