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"Tell me how to win this war, my lady... or I'll find another way to make you speak."
Bound in silk, drawn close to the enemy she should despise, Lady Isolde finds herself trading strategy for stolen breaths. Lord Kael's questions cut as sharply as his blade, his voice a dangerous caress in the dark. She came to bargain for her freedom-yet every night, she wonders if the real risk is wanting to stay.
During a bloody coup, Lady Isolde Renwick becomes the most dangerous prize of war. Her captor, the ruthless Lord Kael Dravorn, doesn't want ransom-he wants her counsel... and her presence in his tent every night. In the heat of candlelight, every whispered strategy feels like foreplay, and every touch of silk tightens more than her bonds.