Today marks the release of the last in the Brothers in Arms medieval romance trilogy, His Rebel Bride. I’m really excited to be bringing these books to you after being out of print for about a dozen years. I’m also thrilled to bring them to readers for the first time ever electronically. I wrote these books during a really stressful year. Full-time job, caring for a sickly toddler, settling into a new house, hubby traveling a lot. While I was initially terrified to write these three books during such a time of turmoil, I eventually used this as my escape from stress and embraced the chance to write about three very different warriors who quickly became near and dear to my heart. Working on these books now, I’ve had the opportunity to relive that time of my life again and really enjoy it a second time around. I hope you enjoy them as well!
BROTHERS IN ARMS Trilogy
Return to an age of danger and chivalry, when three daring knights—fostered together since boyhood in the warrior tradition—face their greatest challenge…winning the hearts of the women they love.
Enemies By Day, Lovers By Night…
A reckless warrior, Kieran Broderick was half-Irish, yet bound to fight for the English crown. So when King Henry decreed that he take an Irish wife to quell rebellion there, he had little choice. Newly dubbed the earl of Kildare, Kieran travels to Langmore Castle, seat of the lawless O’Shea family, to choose a bride. When he picks Maeve, a fetching lass who seems sweetly submissive, he soon learns she’s a fiery, clever woman. When she refuses to allow him into her bed or her heart, he finds himself fighting the most daunting battle of his life. But Kieran will never give up. He’s determined to conquer his rebellious beauty—body and soul.
** This title is a reissue of a 2001 release
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Then he truly kissed her, insistently, hungrily, rapaciously.
Maeve had never imagined a mating of the mouths so deep she drowned in its hot urgings. His scent slid across her senses, heightened to his every breath, his every groan. His lips played with her need, surging it skyward until she boiled.
Maeve scrambled to thrust her fingers under his tunic. Kieran sighed his approval as one of his hands made its way from the small of her back to the underside of her breast.
Tensing, Maeve felt his thumb playing just beneath her nipple. His mouth continued to plunder and give, always demanding and bestowing complete assurance.
Her nipple tingled, tightened under his ministrations. She felt herself moisten and swell, hunger howling like a fierce wind, drugging her veins like the heaviest wine.
This need consumed her, stirred her. Surely such desire for her enemy was a sin.
The thought chilled Maeve. What of Quaid? What of Ireland?
Horror, then guilt, crushed her ardor, and she jerked from his embrace. She hated that she panted and ached, that her mind felt somewhat sluggish and uncertain.
Pressing her temples, Maeve closed her eyes and willed rational thought to return, but she could still scent Kildare in the thick air between them, still feel the throb of her need pulsing with every heartbeat.
She opened her eyes to regard him. His tunic sat askew on his shoulders. His hair lay rumpled from her fingers. Those unusual blue-green eyes looked dilated and heavy-lidded. From pressing against him, she knew the state of his arousal. And she wanted him.
Biting her lip to keep in her cry, she shook her head. ’Twas unfair she should be married to the one man who challenged her, who could make her blood dance to his rhythm—and that Fate had chosen him as her enemy.
“You promised me a fortnight’s wait, my lord.”
Disappointment hardened his features. “To adjust you to the idea of our marriage, my lady. A few moments ago, you seemed quite reconciled to our…union.”
Maeve looked away and tried to muster up some anger for him for such a sneer. But he only spoke the truth.
“It is Lent, the time for sacrifice.”
He regarded her with a cynical stare. “And you decided to give up sex until Easter?”
“Nay, I-I merely feel uncertain.”
“Your thoughts are uncertain,” he corrected. “You felt more than fine.”
’Twas no use trying to argue with him in this mood. She had broken their unspoken truce. Part of her mourned that, for she hated the anger between them. Part of her knew there was no other way. She was not ready to give herself over to him, to be intimate with him in every way he desired. He wanted more than a husband sought from a wife. With him, there would be no fleeting kisses, no quick entry, no short possession.
Nay, he wanted a lover to envelop, to overwhelm.
The realization frightened her.
“I’ve asked you to wait another eight days. I shall hold you to each one.”
So I might hold my sanity a little longer, she thought, fleeing his room for the sanctuary of her own.
But she knew ’twas temporary. He was a warrior, a predator. He would hunt her down, stalk her senses, and capture her eventually.
’Twas simply a matter of when.
More Brothers in Arms:
Available Now – His Lady Bride – Brothers in Arms, Book 1
Available Now – His Stolen Bride – Brothers in Arms, Book 2
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Thanks and hope you have enjoyed my Brothers in Arms Trilogy!