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Informationen zum Autor New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written over one hundred novels and novellas including category, romantic suspense, historical romance, and paranormal. Married since high school graduation and the mother of five, her greatest love in life remains her family, but she also believes her career has been an incredible gift. Romance Writers of America presented Heather with a Lifetime Achievement Award in 2003. Klappentext Her wild spirit made him crave her . . . Her firebrand-hair blazed as glorious as a sunrise. Her long limbs promised the sweet mysteries of the night. Rhiannon! King Alfred's favorite niece! was enraged when her uncle sealed an alliance of war by pledging her to Eric! the towering golden-haired prince whose blue eyes penetrated her with a glacial stare. But the more she fought the marriage . . . the man . . . the more she became inflamed by the fire that lay beneath his Viking ice. His passion pierced her heart . . . His broad shoulders as hard as the steel of his sword! Eric bowed to no man. The only battle he feared losing was with Rhiannon. For she had reached into the savage recesses of his heart. No campaign on the field! no treason from within! would he fight as fiercely-or with such desire . . . as the war he waged to possess what was his. Zusammenfassung Her wild spirit made him crave her . . . Her firebrand—hair blazed as glorious as a sunrise. Her long limbs promised the sweet mysteries of the night. Rhiannon! King Alfred’s favorite niece! was enraged when her uncle sealed an alliance of war by pledging her to Eric! the towering golden-haired prince whose blue eyes penetrated her with a glacial stare. But the more she fought the marriage . . . the man . . . the more she became inflamed by the fire that lay beneath his Viking ice. His passion pierced her heart . . . His broad shoulders as hard as the steel of his sword! Eric bowed to no man. The only battle he feared losing was with Rhiannon. For she had reached into the savage recesses of his heart. No campaign on the field! no treason from within! would he fight as fiercely—or with such desire . . . as the war he waged to possess what was his. ...
