ChristoperMarlove
"'Ye're a feast fer the eyes, wife," he murmured, simply sitting on his haunches looking at her.
'Ye're hair looks afire and shadows are painting yer skin."
Lauren blinked at him with surprise. "Oh, good ere I get around to stabbing ye, William, or both at the same time," she said
grimly. "In the spot on the arm I could cut without harming myself, but o' course I got lucky and I snapped.
'Er . . . aye, I was just trying to get by without harming myself, and o' course I did no'."
Lauren is a simple girl, who finds herself entranced with a Highlands laird. Follow her adventures, and watch as her fear transforms into lust in False Heart Doth Know.