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Excerpt from The Horse Tamer's Bride by Kate Hill Available from New Concepts Publishing Cover art by Alex DeShanks At dusk, Sonja, Derek, and Wyborn rode into the stable at Ravenhill. After caring for the horses, Wyborn joined his wife in the great hall while Sonja and Derek decided to spend a few moments alone before supper. "Looking at Aubrey makes me eager to move into our own home," Sonja said, sinking into a pile of hay and blowing a random lock of golden hair from her face. "I couldn't agree more." Derek dropped down beside her, leaned back on his elbows and crossed his ankles. "I'm glad I finished building our house last month. All that's left is a fence for those cows Wyborn gave as part of your dowry." "He was generous, wasn't he?" "Aye. Still, if I had a sister as old as you under my care, I'd be thrilled to finally unload her myself," Derek teased. His eyes gleamed with amusement and Sonja shoved him hard into the hay. She grasped the front of his shirt in her fist and leaned forward so they were nose to nose. "You should be lucky he gave his consent to this marriage, you being such a clod." "That's what I love about you, lass, your sweet voice and gentle touch." Derek laughed and swiftly pinned her beneath him. Her jaw clenched in anger before he kissed her. Any feelings of annoyance melted when faced with her desire and love for him. His lips were soft, tenderly prying. She relaxed and he released her hands, which she slid up his back. When she reached the thick hair at his nape, she threaded her fingers through it, relishing the feel of it against her hands. Derek traced the shape of her full lips with his tongue, paying careful attention to the sharply pronounced V of her upper lip. A soft, hungry moan escaped Sonja’s throat. His hard chest pressed against her breasts and her long dress had lifted slightly so her bare legs rubbed against his hair-roughed ones that were partially exposed beneath his short tunic. "I don't know if I can wait another two weeks, Derek," she whispered once he’d reluctantly broken their kiss. He chuckled softly. "I've been telling myself that every day for over a year, love. You'd best be prepared not to get a moment's sleep on our wedding night." "You'd best be prepared." She smiled coquettishly and tightened her grip on his hair. "We have a wager as to which one of us will outlast the other." His eyes glistened with humor. "I agreed to no such wager." "Are you afraid this time I'll really win?"

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