Her castle under seige, the lives of her family at stake, Eleanor is forced to marry the brutal warrior responsible for the death of her beloved brother. She vows Lord Trevich will never know a moment's peace while she lives.
A Woman's Honor is a an illustrated historical romance set in the 15th century. This romance novel contains relatively graphic descriptions of sex and violence similar to those found in most historical romances. All images are suitable for general viewing.
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"... A WOMAN’S HONOR is a well-written medieval romance. A bit violent, with an unfaithful hero, it does fit the time period and I found it impossible to stop reading." -- Susan Mobley
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Excerpt: The Duke was silent. Then he opened the letter and said, "My Darling Daughter, we have heard such distressing news of you, that you are ill or dying. We pray that it is not true. Your father has stopped making confession or taking the sacrament. We are gathering grain for the winter. Your Duke has sent us some of what we need in your name, for which we thank you. He has sent food to several villages and I am sure you arranged it-" "You sent them food? Why would you feed my people?" The Duke's face grew hard again. "You have no people." Eleanor made herself speak in a reasonable voice. "Because you say a thing does not make it so." "Your father's lands are mine. His people are mine. You have nothing." The Duke had lowered the letter he was reading, and was staring at her fixedly. "Then why bother to marry me?" She felt the blood rise to her face. She answered her own question before he could speak. "Because you know that the people themselves decide who to support, who to fight and who to die for. You burnt their crops, your murdered my brother, and marrying me was the only way to stop the battle from raging through the winter." "A battle I would have won." "What use is a blighted land without men to farm or defend it?" She stood up. "You think the battle is over and you have taken all. One day soon you will wish you had never been born." The Duke had her by the arms in an instant. He shook her hard and threw her on wooden bed. He towered over her, face red. "I spared your life, and the lives of your worthless parents when I could have killed you all. And you wish to make war on me?" "Kill us all." She laughed. "See me in my misery, trapped in the land of my enemies, soon to be sold into the slavery of a convent. See my father, refusing confession and the sacrament, because my brother died with all his sins and he wishes to join him in hell. Kill my mother, the woman who had four sons and lost them all. We long to die," she said sitting up, "and our people long to fight. How many have you killed with your stupid war?" Read the first chapter free at historical-romance.com.
"See me in my misery, trapped in the land of my enemies, soon to be sold into the slavery of a convent. See my father, refusing confession and the sacrament, because my brother died with all his sins and he wishes to join him in hell. Kill my mother, the woman who had four sons and lost them all. We long to die," she said sitting up, "and our people long to fight.