England: circa. 879 A.D. In the time of King Aelfred the Great
With the heart of a warrior and the soul of a poet, Faran Kilbraun travels far from home in search of the sword and shield of his ancestors. Protecting the ancient relics was his responsibility. Now, to regain his honor, he must recover the stolen artifacts and battle a life-long enemy.
Following the accidental death of her cruel husband, Leanora Wrenn is wrongly accused of his murder. Forced into exile, a small north shore island becomes her place of refuge. When Faran discovers Leanora's remote sanctuary, both their lives are changed forever.
Destined to become comrades-in-arms, they fight side by side. Ending up in one another’s arms, they find redemption and love.
Faran, the Iron Heart
It was a name that set one’s mind to wondering. Did he pride himself on disallowing any woman to touch his cold hard heart? Did he woo ladies into love trysts with promises of treasure and pleasure only to tragically desert them?
For certes he was unlike anyone Leanora had ever known. He approached life fearlessly, as if he dared anyone to cross his path, his mood, or the territory he called his own. And his generous mouth was an unbidden fascination. It could accommodate a childlike smile, tempering all the fierceness he worked so hard to portray. Or it could accommodate a reassuring smile, making her believe everything in her troubled world would be all right.
He was handsome to be sure—with a rock hard body, images of which occupied her thoughts much too often. And his mind was also intriguing. As strikingly developed as his form, it was a quality Leanora truly admired. Knowledge could be a powerful weapon, and Faran appeared well armed.
To her benefit, he seemed preoccupied with the present and not with prying into her past. Nor did he threaten to rule her future. He treated her differently, he treated her like...a friend. The idea stunned her. Life had never afforded her the opportunity to know or cherish another person in such a manner. Another new experience.
Then a spark of yearning for more than mere friendship flickered inside of her. You can never trust a man, she chastised, you can only believe in yourself. Unyielding logic cooled the fiery ember of need, but not before it claimed the barren part of her never before touched by warmth or light.