By Jill Barnett
Simply in time for the Christmas season--four of romance's best-loved writers give a contribution undying, passionate tales created particularly for this assortment! Bestselling authors Jill Barnett, Mary Jo Putney, Justine Dare, and Susan King set the pages on fireplace with love, as those beautiful tales seize the genuine spirit of this precise time of yr!
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She and Kenneth talked, softly and leisurely, of snow, and sun, and the Highland hills, which they both loved in any sort of weather; they spoke of food, and hunting, and the best weave for a good plaid, and went on to share events from their childhoods. Neither mentioned feuding clans, or the disputes and pledges that lay unsolved between them.
Soon she heard his boots thud to the floor, and heard the bed creak as he lay down. The peat fire crackled, the wind howled cold and bleak outside, and the man sighed in her bed. Catriona tossed on the flat, hard pallet, and wondered just what this odd evening portended for the new year. Kenneth opened his eyes again. Restless for a while now, he had lain in the bed listening as the girl shifted and sighed, huddled in the plaid on the cold floor. He peered toward her. The light from the glowing embers revealed that she curled tightly, shivering.
Catriona said anxiously. " After a few moments, he groaned and moved slowly, then raised himself to his knees. Catriona helped him to stand, but he leaned so heavily against her that his weight and height threatened to topple her to the floor. She half dragged him the few feet toward the bed, a narrow mattress boxed in the wall by wooden panels and a heavy curtain. Shoving the curtain aside, she let the man drop to the bed. He sank, face downward. " "I am not drunk," he said. His voice was slurred.