Rebel (Blades of the Rose)
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Nathan Lesperance is used to being different. He's the first Native attorney in Vancouver, and welcome neither with white society nor his sometime tribe. Not to mention the powerful wildness he's always felt inside him, too dangerous to set free. Then he met Astrid Bramfield and saw his like within her piercing eyes. Now, unless she helps him through the harsh terrain and the harsher unknowns of his true abilities, it could very well get him killed...Astrid has traveled this path before. Once she was a Blade of the Rose, protecting the world's magic from unscrupulous men, with her husband by her side. But she's loved and lost, and as a world-class frontierswoman, she knows all about survival. Nathan's searing gaze and long, lean muscles mean nothing but trouble. Yet something has ignited a forgotten flame inside her: a burning need for adventure, for life - and perhaps even for love...
If there are any personal possessions, I send those, too.” Nathan swore gently. What a hell of a job, writing to someone’s family to deliver news of disaster. Made him respect Graves, more than he already did. “Except with Michael,” Graves added. “I wrote those letters,” said Astrid, staring into the fire. “He had a brother and an uncle. The brother wrote me back and said I was a worthless whore who led Michael to his death.” She broke a twig and tossed it into the flames, her face a distant
My place is with you. Always with you.” He kissed her, a deep, purposeful kiss that demanded everything and gave everything. She sank into his kiss, the sultry slick heat of his mouth, the shared hunger. Yet neither touched, except for their mouths, as though they both needed only a tap forward into free fall. She felt compelled to pull her lips from his, long enough to gasp, “And your tribe? The Earth Spirits?” “Their totems will be safe,” he rasped. “And that’s all. I left them to be with
sniveled, retreating. The leader, Staunton, however, narrowed his eyes as he gazed at her. “I’d appreciate it,” he said, silkily, “if you don’t wound any of my men. They’re no good to me injured.” “Make sure they give me no cause,” she answered. He tipped his head in acknowledgment, then held out a hand. “Now that the floor is yours, please enlighten us.” She ignored the thread of sarcasm in his voice. “Tell me—what is it you all seek? Why have you come so far from home?” “We come for the
matter. I’m not coming back here.” The implications hit him. Her cabin had been her refuge, though from what, he still didn’t know. And now she had to abandon it. Because of him. “No time for apologies,” she said, seeing he was about to offer exactly that. “We must leave now.” Easier for him to find shelter in movement and action than dwell upon what he had just done, what he had now become. She headed for the door, a revolver in her belt, rifle slung across her back, and he followed, but not
fancies dreamed up to while away long nights. Now he knew differently. And all around him, the mountains whispered. You are very close. Come, we await you. Chapter 4 The First of Many Renewal here, in the mountains and alpine meadows. She had felt it when first arriving in the Rocky Mountains, and she still felt it to this day. As she and Lesperance rode along the base of one mountain spur, the sky gleamed in a chalcedony of blue and white, and the ground still wore its carpet of