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“Do nothing rash. I wish to be the one who takes your worthless life.”
She frowned at his laugh. Did he believe she was jesting?
Callused fingers brushed along her cheek and lifted her chin. When he knelt next to her, Lyonesse was surprised to find him so near. Amazed that he’d removed his battle glove so quickly and so quietly.
His breath warmed the flesh beneath her ear as he spoke. “Little Lioness, my worthless life will be yours to take.”
The loud, rapid beating of her heart drowned out the sounds of the coming battle. His lips touched hers lightly as if seeking permission.
Her thoughts tumbled against each other in their rush to her head.
She hated him.
Yet his mere presence disarmed her soul. Embers glowing red with warmth filled her senses with a new, unfamiliar confusion.
Lyonesse pressed her lips against his….
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Falcon’s Desire
Denise Lynn
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Thank you—
Kim and Tracy, for taking the chance.
Lori and Tony, for being the best fairy Godparents ever.
Tom, my hero, my knight in armor, for being the model I build heroes on, the shoulder I lean on and the foundation I build dreams on. I love you, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Contents
Prologue
Scarborough—Yorkshire
England—1142
Murder.
The accusation rippled through the crowded hall. Carried from one courtier to the next, the word found its way back to the man accused of the foul deed.
Murder.
“Rhys, Lord of Faucon, for the murder of Guillaume du Pree your lands and properties are forfeit to the crown.”
The black-robed holy man smiled with satanic glee as he finished his proclamation. “Your life will be forfeited to the devil you have served.”
From his chair on the raised dais King Stephen leaned forward.
