Mists of Time Book Two: Dawn of a Viking Sunrise

"I can't marry you," she told him, struggling to find the words to make him understand. "You don't even know me."

"That's where you're wrong, Lady," he said, his eyes playful now. "Kat has spent countless hours telling me of you and your time. I know everything I need to know about you. You may not realize it as yet, Lady, but you are my destiny. We were meant to be together. You will give me strong, loyal, spirited sons and beautiful daughters. And I will protect you from your enemies. You will grow to love me in no time at all."

Angry heat flooded her cheeks. "If you think that, gringo, then you obviously don't know anything about me at all."

He did not flick an eyelash. "Then it is a good thing that I will have a lifetime to learn about you," he countered.

Kicking off the covers Rosie swung her legs over the side of the bed only to discover, too late, that the bed was perched upon on a tall pedestal.

She landed with a complete lack of grace into Davyn's arms. Steal bands wrapped around her and she felt his chin rest atop her head. His chuckle rumbled in his chest.

She would have given anything at that moment to have the black void suck her up and spit her out back in her bedroom. Alone.

"You're not going anywhere, Rosalinda Yolanda Carmen Singhi Chan," he assured her. "You will remain at Castle Rose Haven either as my bride, or as my prisoner, the choice is yours."