 |
|
|
|
 |
Become a fan
3
This document was generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter program
Fires of Winter
Johanna Lindsey
CAPTIVATED
She watched the iron muscles ripple on his back when she tried to move her arms and he stayed her. Brenna admired strength and courage; she always had. But this man's strength was unbelievable. He held her with such ease when she tried her mightiest to move him. Though such a powerful body was magnificent to behold, that she lay at the mercy of its strength was unbearable.
CONSUMED
"Garrick-Garrick." He looked up at her, puzzlement in his eyes. " 'Tis the first time you have used my name. I like the sound of it on your lips."
CONQUERED
"Garrick, release me." Her tone of voice was the closest she could come to pleading. He smiled softly, his eyes afire with passion. "Nay, my beauty, 'tis too late for that."
AVON
PUBLISHERS OF BARD, CAMELOT AND DISCUS BOOKS
FIRES OF WINTER is an original publication of Avon Books. This work has never before appeared in book form.
AVON BOOKS
A division of
The Hearst Corporation
959 Eighth Avenue
New York, New York 10019
Copyright © 1980 by Johanna Lindsey
Published by arrangement with the author
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 80-67717
ISBN: 0-380-75747-8
All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Avon Books.
First Avon Printing, September, 1980
Printed in the U.S.A.
To my husband, Ralph, and my sons, Alfred, Joseph and Garret
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 1
^ »
AFEW miles inland from the west coast of Wales, and to the left of Anglesey Island, a small village was nestled in a tiny clearing. On a steep hill overlooking the village stood an imposing manor. The gray stone building looked down on the village, almost like a mother guarding her children with a watchful eye.
The village basked in the luxurious warmth of the midsummer sun. Not so the manor on the hill, which remained cold and forbidding, even with the sun touching its harsh gray walls. Travelers passing through the countryside often had the same impression of coldness. Today was no different.
A stranger slowly found his way to the heart of the village, keeping a wary eye on the manor. But soon the activity around him took the tall newcomer's attention away from the protecting mother on the hill. His unease gradually left him, and was replaced by a feeling that he was about to have some long overdue good fortune. More than once he turned in a complete circle, his hard eyes feasting on the peaceful tranquility, the dozen or so closely-spaced cottages, the children dashing here and there, playing their innocent games, and the women-ah, the women! He quickly spotted five or six who were to his liking. They didn't even notice him, as they went about their everyday chores.
The stranger, his trousers gartered but deplorably threadbare, with a filthy wolfskin serving as his mantle, could hardly believe his eyes. There was not a man in sight, not a single one. And the women, so many, and of all ages! Could he have stumbled on some ancient Amazon village? But no, there were children, boys and girls alike. The men must be working in the fields somewhere to the east, for he had seen none on his way.
"Can I be of help, good sir?"
Startled, the stranger jumped, then swung around quickly to face a girl with a bright, curious smile, whom he judged to have seen no less than sixteen winters. She suited his tastes perfectly, with her neatly braided flaxen hair and wide green eyes set in a cherubic, innocent face. His eyes traveled downward, but only for a second, so the girl would have no hint of his intentions, but in that instant her overripe breasts, pressed hard against her brown shift, and her wide, sturdy hips caused an ache in his groin.
Fires of Winter
Johanna Lindsey
CAPTIVATED
She watched the iron muscles ripple on his back when she tried to move her arms and he stayed her. Brenna admired strength and courage; she always had. But this man's strength was unbelievable. He held her with such ease when she tried her mightiest to move him. Though such a powerful body was magnificent to behold, that she lay at the mercy of its strength was unbearable.
CONSUMED
"Garrick-Garrick." He looked up at her, puzzlement in his eyes. " 'Tis the first time you have used my name. I like the sound of it on your lips."
CONQUERED
"Garrick, release me." Her tone of voice was the closest she could come to pleading. He smiled softly, his eyes afire with passion. "Nay, my beauty, 'tis too late for that."
AVON
PUBLISHERS OF BARD, CAMELOT AND DISCUS BOOKS
FIRES OF WINTER is an original publication of Avon Books. This work has never before appeared in book form.
AVON BOOKS
A division of
The Hearst Corporation
959 Eighth Avenue
New York, New York 10019
Copyright © 1980 by Johanna Lindsey
Published by arrangement with the author
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 80-67717
ISBN: 0-380-75747-8
All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Avon Books.
First Avon Printing, September, 1980
Printed in the U.S.A.
To my husband, Ralph, and my sons, Alfred, Joseph and Garret
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 1
^ »
AFEW miles inland from the west coast of Wales, and to the left of Anglesey Island, a small village was nestled in a tiny clearing. On a steep hill overlooking the village stood an imposing manor. The gray stone building looked down on the village, almost like a mother guarding her children with a watchful eye.
The village basked in the luxurious warmth of the midsummer sun. Not so the manor on the hill, which remained cold and forbidding, even with the sun touching its harsh gray walls. Travelers passing through the countryside often had the same impression of coldness. Today was no different.
A stranger slowly found his way to the heart of the village, keeping a wary eye on the manor. But soon the activity around him took the tall newcomer's attention away from the protecting mother on the hill. His unease gradually left him, and was replaced by a feeling that he was about to have some long overdue good fortune. More than once he turned in a complete circle, his hard eyes feasting on the peaceful tranquility, the dozen or so closely-spaced cottages, the children dashing here and there, playing their innocent games, and the women-ah, the women! He quickly spotted five or six who were to his liking. They didn't even notice him, as they went about their everyday chores.
The stranger, his trousers gartered but deplorably threadbare, with a filthy wolfskin serving as his mantle, could hardly believe his eyes. There was not a man in sight, not a single one. And the women, so many, and of all ages! Could he have stumbled on some ancient Amazon village? But no, there were children, boys and girls alike. The men must be working in the fields somewhere to the east, for he had seen none on his way.
"Can I be of help, good sir?"
Startled, the stranger jumped, then swung around quickly to face a girl with a bright, curious smile, whom he judged to have seen no less than sixteen winters. She suited his tastes perfectly, with her neatly braided flaxen hair and wide green eyes set in a cherubic, innocent face. His eyes traveled downward, but only for a second, so the girl would have no hint of his intentions, but in that instant her overripe breasts, pressed hard against her brown shift, and her wide, sturdy hips caused an ache in his groin.
Comments & Reviews ^topThis sory is really good, i have read every single Johanna Lindsey book after this .....YAY!!!!.....  Welsh_saphir... Jul 27, 2009 18:42 reply spam ..i had 2 stop reading after finishing four chapters to keep myself from being annoyed!! Watta crap.  Dazzle Jul 14, 2009 07:31 reply spam |
|
© WP Technology Inc. 2009
User-posted content is subject to its own terms.
User-posted content is subject to its own terms.
