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He was the invading warrior, a dark Crusader fighting for peace in a dangerous, exotic land.
She was the Holy Land beauty who came to him for protection and soon lost herself to a forbidden seduction.
Theirs was a passion as hot as the desert sun . . . and as deadly as an assassin's blade.
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In this enchanting new romance by National Readers Choice and Booksellers' Best award winner, Tina St. John, no one is what they seem--and love is more dangerous than any could ever imagine . . . .
Daughter of the King of the Assassins, Zahirah was trained to be as deadly as she is beautiful. When she steals into the desert camp of the English army, she has one goal: to banish the crusaders from her homeland by murdering King Richard the Lionheart. Her deceptive strategy delivers her into the hands of the enemy--and puts her at the mercy of the dashing Black Lion, Sebastian of Montborne.
Fighting for peace in a dangerous, exotic land, Sebastian never dreamed that the tides of war would bring him a mysterious beauty in need of his protection. Nor could he guess that the lady who ignites his heart is the very enemy he has sworn to destroy!
BLACK LION'S BRIDE by Tina St. John
Ballantine/Ivy Books ~ $6.99 US / $9.99 CAN
Available in mass market paperback, wherever books are sold
Special limited edition hardcover available at www.RhapsodyBookClub.com
Excerpt
(Excerpt from BLACK LION'S BRIDE)
Limned in moonlight, his mane of dark hair wild about his shoulders in untamed waves, he was easily the most breathtaking vision Zahirah had ever seen.
And he stared at her, too, she realized dazedly.
"What mysteries do you hide beneath your veil, Zahirah?"
The question shocked her, but no more than the unexpected feel of his touch. He reached out slowly, bringing his hand up to her face. Though he scarcely touched her, only the merest skate of his fingertips against her cheek, Zahirah felt enflamed. She closed her eyes.
Seduction.
She knew not the first thing about it, but all that was woman in her warned that this man surely did. His touch advanced no further than her face. The callused pad of his thumb swept over her lips, rasping against the silk that covered them and drawing breath from her lungs in a warm, ragged sigh.
His heavy-lidded gaze trained on her mouth, he started to sweep aside her veil . . . .
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