She clutched her throat and narrowed her eyes. Whoever owned the castle commanded respect. A respect she was not willing to give. She had no respect for a nobleman who would seize two women.

A lone trumpeter blasted their arrival. The horses clattered over the lowered wooden drawbridge and galloped through a vast courtyard. The bottomless depth of the moat dipped far below.

Valentina stared into the darkness, reliving each minute of the treacherous evening, wondering what her mother would do. Even when desperate, her mother acted with dignity.

3 comments

  1. Sandra Cox // January 16, 2008 at 7:31 PM  

    This is a great read.

  2. Beth Trissel // January 17, 2008 at 9:29 AM  

    I agree with Sandra. :)

    Good luck finding a home for this sensational romance.

  3. Joanne // January 17, 2008 at 12:59 PM  

    Thank you, Ladies. There's lots and lots of research that goes into a historical romance, but that's what makes writing interesting and fun.