Rose Thorne doesn't want much. She'd like a man to love and for village idiots to stop claiming she's a witch. Just because she does a little magic doesn't mean they need to burn her at the stake. it takes ages to get the smell of smoke out of her hair. On her way home after foraging for mushrooms, she's assaulted by two local lechers. Her rescuer appears out of the mist-a tall, dark, handsome stranger with a mouth-watering body. Finally something in her miserable life is going right. Furthermore, her savior turns out to be mute, So he can't ruin things by saying something stupid. Can life get any better?
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from The Bad Widow by Barbara Elsborg
The mist cleared and Rose looked up into the most mesmerizing face she'd ever seen. Sensual lips curved into the hint of a dangerous smile. Strong, straight nose. Green eyes the color of new holly leaves. Black shaggy hair.
Almost before she had time to lick her lips, the dark-haired stranger had pummeled both men into submission. The pair rolled on the ground clutching their groins. Rose's gaze slipped down her rescuer's lean, muscled body. The bulge in his pants didn't look like inferior material.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?"
He looked over his shoulder, then turned to smile at her.
She scrambled to her feet. "Thank you for dealing with the vermin. The least I can offer you is breakfast."
He whistled and a horse stepped out of the mist. Once her savior sat astride, he reached for Rose's hand. A moment later she perched in front of him, clutching her basket.
"What's your name?" When he didn't answer, she turned. "Can't you speak?"
He shook his head.
"Mouth the word." Rose watched his lips. "Will?"
He smiled and nodded.
Strong arms wrapped around her and she settled back against his broad chest, enjoying the feel of his erection rubbing along the cleft of her bottom as the horse walked on in jerky steps. How quickly life changed. A good-looking guy. A great body. A cock she just knew would be fantastic and he couldn't ruin things by saying something stupid. Could life get any better?
Yes, it could. The moment he'd kicked the door of her one-room cottage closed, Will ripped her frumpy dress from the neck to the waist. She was so sick of wimpy men asking Is it permissible to touch your bosom? Can I lick your nipple? Where's your love button? At last, a man who knew what he wanted and took it. More sounds of material tearing and Rose stood naked in front of him. He twirled a strand of her long, white-blonde hair between two fingers and she heard his breathy gulp, saw the way his pupils darkened and his nostrils flared, and wished for a moment he could speak.