THE TARNISHED LADY By Sandra Hill
THE TARNISHED LADY By Sandra Hill
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
The Tarnished Lady
Sandra Hill
Leisure Books
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Copyright 1995
The Tarnished Lady
Sandra Hill
LEISURE BOOKS
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PRAISE FOR SANDRA HILL
Winner of the HOLT Medallion and the Georgia Romance Writers Maggie Award for Best Historical Novel!
Sandra Hill’s romances are “delicious, witty, and funny!”
—Romantic Times
THE TARNISHED LADY
“Sandra Hill has written a sensual, vibrant, fast-paced tale of two proud lovers, their entertaining battle of wills and the steamy passion that overcomes them.”
—Romantic Times
“Filled with engaging humor, poignant emotions, lusty romance and stirring adventure;
The Tarnished Lady is a jewel of a read.” 5 Stars!
—Affaire de Coeur
THE RELUCTANT VIKING
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—Affaire de Coeur
“The Reluctant Viking is a wonderfully in-depth, ambitious challenge for a first-time author, and Ms. Hill pulls it off with style!”
—The Literary Times
THE LAST VIKING
“A fun, fast-paced page turner.”
—Romantic Times
“The humor is delicious. Ms. Hill’s Viking stories are always a thrill to read, and The Last Viking is no exception.”
—Rendezvous
ROGUE’S DELIGHT
Eirik scooped Eadyth up in his arms before she had a chance to protest and started to carry her off.
“You are truly a loathsome lout.”
“Yea, I am.”
“A lecherous libertine.”
“Most definitely.”
“And a… a….”
“Do not forget horny toad.”
Eadyth tried to push out of his embrace, but he held her arms firmly. Then he called out over his shoulder, “Good Eventide, everyone. We will see you on the morrow.”
“The morrow!” Eadyth squeaked, giving up on her struggles and burying her hot face in his neck. ” ‘Tis only past noon now.”
“Yea,” he said, smiling with supreme male satisfaction. Then he added in a voice of silky promise, “I have twelve ‘peaks’ to climb afore then, and I want to get an early start.”
“Twel… twelve! Oh, you are outrageous.”
“Yea. That is one of the things women love about me.”
Other Leisure and Love Spell books by Sandra Hill:
THE BEWITCHED VIKING
THE RELUCTANT VIKING
LOVE ME TENDER
THE OUTLAW VIKING
THE LAST VIKING
SWEETER SAVAGE LOVE
DESPERADO
FRANKLY, MY DEAR…
Chapter One
Ravenshire Castle, Northumbria, 946 A.D
“Bloody Hell! What is she doing here?”
Eirik quickly quaffed down the remainder of ale in his Wooden goblet, then slammed it down on the high table. All the time, he watched with annoyance as the tall, reedlike figure daintily lifted the hem of her voluminous gown and stepped gingerly toward him through the filthy rushes.
“It must be Lady Eadyth of Hawks’ Lair,” Wilfrid, his seneschal and longtime friend, remarked.
“I thought I told the guard to turn her away at the gate if she should arrive unexpectedly.”
” ‘Twould seem the maid finally caught up with you,” Wilfrid said with a chuckle. “Surely, her persistence is commendable.”
“Hah! I have seen more than enough of persistent ladies and overzealous mothers these two years I have been gone from Ravenshire. All I want is a little blessed peace to—”
Their conversation ended abruptly at the wild yelping of a dog. Eirik’s eyes widened in surprise as he watched Eadyth give the animal another swift nudge of her soft-toed leather shoe as it spread its hind legs and squatted on the floor near her feet. Even through the smoky dimness of the great hall, Eirik could see her lips curl distastefully as she eyed the loathsome “gift” left by the large hound. With her hands on her hips, the impudent wench glared at the whimpering hound until it sheepishly scurried out of her sight.
Eirik and Wilfrid burst into laughter, along with the scruffy knights who lounged below them in the hall. There were no ladies present, other than the serving wenches. Thank the Lord! He hoped to keep it that way.