Men devoting themselves to their true love through the art of courtly love is the ultimate in romance. Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors is filled with wild knights and Scottish warriors whose courage on the battlefield is outmatched only by their ardor for their ladyloves! Readers will unleash their fantasies of olden days where men wearing heavy armor or thick tartans sent a spirited young maiden’s (or lonely widow’s) heart fluttering. These bravehearts were prized for their physical strength and men were judged for their fierce loyalty and unshakeable honor. Crusaders, highlanders, Normans and Saxons, tournament fighters, vikings, and hunky Mongols astride stallions in search of adventure and love all populate the pages of this steamy read.
Japan, 1555, the warring states period, Tajima province
Misato, Sen and Saitou walked through the market place that lay just beyond the palace grounds. Father had been reluctant to let her go, but she pointed out that it would be better to show that he, as daimyo Lord Yamana, wasn’t protecting his daughter like she were a fragile egg. Father, despite his seriousness, had laughed.
She didn’t wish to buy anything. Just needed the walk outside the palace grounds. Sen was by her side and Saitou just behind. He wasn’t fully armoured, but he wore both swords – his longer katana, and shorter wakizashi. He appeared relaxed, almost tranquil, but there was the bemused, though not unkind, glint in his eye that he often had.
Misato preferred that to how he had been when he arrived.
Saitou’s entrance to Father’s palace had been both humble and dramatic. He’d not wished to draw attention to himself, but he’d appeared disheveled and dusty in the palace courtyard where Misato had been practicing with her naginata instructor. He carried his helmet under his arm. Half of it was shattered. Black ash had smeared the right side of his face.
More than that, his right earlobe was gone, a scab formed in its place. Yet, even under the grime was a slender, melancholy face, full of the humility and honour befitting a proper samurai.
Misato and her instructor lowered their practice weapons. The naginata, a long wooden shaft with the curved blade, was the favoured weapon that samurai women learned in case they had to defend their homes. Misato had always been competent at its use, but since the ninja came, she had practiced with even greater vigour.
The ninja whose appearance outside her bedroom had been keeping her awake for a week.
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