The Promise of Your Touch

Her touch was his salvation.

She stroked his fevered body with her healing hands, and willed the tortured rebel back to life.  He was a total stranger, yet Shivahn Armagh felt she had known him forever.  Then the Irish beauty discovered that he was an Englishman, the enemy she was suppose to hate.  But Shivahn could not forget the gentle caress of the prisoner she'd been sent to revive--for the executioner's ax.  So she risked her life to set him free.

His touch was her destiny.

They called him the Griffin, legendary warrior for the Irish cause, an enemy who had eluded the English for years.  He said his name was Kristian Montague, an Englishman, and all he wanted was one last kiss.  Shivahn's kiss. But then Shivahn refused to let him die, refused to let him hide behind the demons that raged in his soul.  She scorched her way into his heart, even as he tried to resist.  She followed him into battle, across perilous seas, determined to uncover his deepest secret, reckless of the danger it would mean to them both....

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