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Robert of Locksley returns to an England drowning in the blood and brutality of Prince John and the notorious Sheriff of Nottingham.Years of fighting in the Crusades have hardened him into a dangerous man who now discovers he must save both Marian of Leaford and his country from the Norman overlords.
It is 1191 and Robert of Locksley has returned to an England drowning in the blood and brutality of Prince John and the Norman overlords. Three years of fighting in the Crusades have hardened Robert into the dangerous man now intent on seeking justice for the Saxons and holding the country safe for the return of King Richard the Lionheart. Using the power and wealth of his father’s title, hiding his intent beneath the robes of a nobleman, Robert and a coterie of friends slip easily between the Norman lines, creating havoc and plundering the resources of the rich. Whispers around peasant villages and through castle halls say that Saxon England’s champion has come.
Necessity topples secrecy when Robert discovers Marian of Leiford, the beautiful passionate woman he loves, is betrothed to his enemy, the notorious Sheriff of Nottingham. On the very eve of their wedding, Robert snatches her from beneath the sheriff’s nose, risking his life and forfeiting his inheritance. And then there is no choice but to fight the sheriff’s hatred and the insatiable greed of Prince John from deep inside Sherwood Forest. Together Robert and Marian court danger to free England from injustice and persecution.
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"Robert?" The soft voice forced Robert to stop and he looked up. There was nothing of the boy Marian had known in the pale eyes. They were like ice, giving nothing away and only reflecting back what they saw. Embarrassment and humiliation brought the blood rushing to her cheeks, her skin tightened and burned wherever his eyes touched. What on earth did he think, finding her here, like this?
Christ’s blood, Robert thought, trying to swallow. She was more than he’d ever imagined. When did she get so beautiful? The last time he’d seen her she’d been all arms and legs, freckles and disheveled hair. His thoughts jerked back to reality when he saw the red marks beginning to bruise against the soft whiteness of her throat, and he went deadly still.