Ranulf Ombrier’s fame throughout 13th century England for his skill at swordplay is rivaled only by his notoriety as King Edward I’s favorite killer. Ranulf’s actions have gained him lands, title, and a lasting reputation as a hired butcher. But after years of doing his king’s bidding, he begins to fear for his mortal soul and follows his conscience away from Edward, all the way to the wilds of Wales.
Gwenllian of Ruardean, Welsh daughter of a powerful Marcher lord, has every reason to leave Ranulf for dead when one of her men nearly kills him. As a girl she was married by proxy to a man Ranulf murdered, only to become a widow before she ever met her groom. In the years since, she has shunned the life of a lady, instead studying warfare and combat at her mother’s behest. But she has also studied healing and this, with her sense of duty to knightly virtues, leads her to tend to Ranulf’s wounds.
Saving her enemy’s life comes with consequences, and Gwenllian and Ranulf are soon caught up in dangerous intrigue. Forced together by political machinations, they discover a kinship of spirit and a surprising, intense desire. But even hard-won love cannot thrive when loyalties are divided and the winds of rebellion sweep the land.
Book 1 of 2 in the Welsh Blades Series
I am a living ghost, a wanderer in search of my purpose and place…
I’m a cemetery restorer by trade, but my calling has evolved from that of ghost seer to death walker to detective of lost souls. I solve the riddles of the dead so the dead will leave me alone.
I’ve come to Seven Gates Cemetery nursing a broken heart, but peace is hard to come by…for the ghosts here and for me. When the body of a young woman is discovered in a caged grave, I know that I’ve been summoned for a reason. Only I can unmask her killer. I want to trust the detective assigned to the case for he is a ghost seer like me. But how can I put my faith in anyone when supernatural forces are manipulating my every thought? When
But how can I put my faith in anyone when supernatural forces are manipulating my every thought? When reality is ever-changing? And when the one person I thought I could trust above all others has turned into a diabolical stranger?
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this series! It is one of my all time favorite gothic horrors.
Never. Sunny Chandler always said she’d never go back to the tiny town where she grew up. It was just three years ago that she was at the center of a notorious scandal—and the good folks of Latham Green, Louisiana, made it clear they’d never let her forget it.
So Sunny packed up and headed for New Orleans, and now she wouldn’t give up city life for the world. But when she’s invited to her best friend’s wedding, Sunny has no choice but to go home. And with her return come the whispers…the looks…the rumors she tried to escape. It doesn’t take Sunny long to see that Latham Green has nothing new to offer. Except maybe Ty Beaumont.
Except maybe Ty Beaumont.
The moment Ty and Sunny first meet at a party, he can see she’s no ordinary woman. With her dazzling hair, and eyes the color of gold, she’s a flesh-and-blood fantasy—and Ty vows he’ll have her in his bed before the week is out. Yet even when he turns on his southern charm, Sunny makes it clear she’s not interested. Sure, a night with Ty would be wilder than Bourbon Street at Mardi Gras. But Sunny’s not in town to become some good ol’ boy’s latest conquest, no matter how sexy he is.
Little does she know that Ty isn’t used to taking no for an answer—and he isn’t about to start now.
Soon what began as an innocent flirtation becomes a tantalizingly slow, skillfully deliberate, and overwhelmingly seductive pursuit that even Sunny finds hard to resist. But resist him she will. For Sunny is harboring an agonizing secret—the painful truth of why she left Latham Green the way she did. What she really needs now is a friend—and that’s when she discovers there may be more to Ty Beaumont than meets the eye. Despite his roguish facade, Sunny comes to see he has a heart of gold.
Still, she doesn’t know if she can trust another person with her secret heartbreak—not even the one man who may be able to heal it.
I do love me some old skool Sandra Brown.