The Baroness

The autumn of 1066 brought more than just falling leaves to England's shores—it brought Norman invaders with swords and ambition.

Lynette, with hair like burnished copper and eyes that flashed defiance, was mere days from pledging herself to Edgar when the royal summons came.

Thrust into the arms of a Norman baron whose years doubled her own, she trembled with dread and fury.

But fate had woven their threads before—Lord Robert Malet was the very warrior whose rough hands had once pulled her from death's grasp.

Now those same hands moved with unexpected gentleness across her wedding night skin, his whispered French promises melting her resistance like wax near flame. By dawn's first light, Lynette discovered that surrender could taste sweeter than honey and that passion knew no allegiance to either Saxon or Norman blood.