Book Blurb:
The Earl of Dentin excels in his position as Securer of the Realm. But the king’s order to pluck an orphaned child from a loving home unsettles Dentin. When a dark-eyed woman challenges his honor regarding the mission, Dentin finds himself unable to justify his actions or get her out of his mind. Something about her lack of fear intrigues him.
Lady Elsa Reeve attempts to avoid the marriage of convenience her brother and mother demand of her. She understands the need to pay off her brother's massive debt. She only wants her family to consider her wishes in the process.
As Elsa becomes further entangled in a snare of her brother’s creating, only one man defends her. But can she trust Dentin, her unlikely champion, and his motives? With a murderer on the loose, Elsa’s fate in jeopardy, and a traitor plotting against the king, Dentin finds his priorities shifting in an
unexpected direction.
Author Bio:
Rachel Rossano lives with her husband and three children in the northeastern part of the United
States. Homeschooled through high school, she began writing her early teens. She didn’t become serious about pursuing a career as an author until after she had graduated from college and happily married. Then the children came.
Now she spends her days being a wife, mother, teacher, and
household manager. Her evenings and free moments are devoted to her other
loves, writing and book cover design. Drawing on a lifelong love of reading and
history, she spends hours creating historical feeling fantasy worlds and
populating them with characters who live and breathe on the page.
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Snippet:
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“My mother is going to be angry if I am not waiting at the
wagon when they reach it.”
“Let her be angry.” He pulled out my chair, guided me into
it, and claimed my cloak from my arm in a smooth series of motions. “You can
blame it on me.”
“That will just make it worse.” Despite my protests, it did
feel wonderful to just sit.
He sat down next to me as a servant set a trencher and a
platter on the table before me. The steaming stew, a remnant of supper from the
night before, wafted a savory essence into my face.
“Now.” Dentin offered me a spoon. “That is much better than
cold bread and cheese.”
“You don’t know my mother.”
He grunted, placed the spoon into my limp hand, and closed
my fingers over it. Then leaning close enough that I could smell the
basil-scented soap he had washed with that morning, he whispered, “Eat.”
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