The raven and the rose

Her beauty was the spark . . .

Her hair was black silk against her ivory skin; her gray eyes burned with opal fire. The love child of King Edward IV, Roseanna was pledged to her father’s most prized warrior. He was dark, strong, and commanding, and in the bedchamber, where he forced her to honor her marriage vows, she learned to crave his intoxicating touch. And still she swore not to love him even as she surrendered to the dark rapture of . . . the raven

His passion was the fire . . .

His shoulders were broad within the coat of mail that made him invulnerable to everything but Reseanna’s innocence. Obsessed with taming the fiery beauty who inflamed his flesh, Ravenspur fell in love, knowing ruthless men plotted to topple the king he served and at the heart of the intrigue was she who would be either his death or his salvation . . .