Red Robin and the Huntsman (Two Thrones Novella 1)

Editorial Review

Rated Five Stars. “Red Robin was an easy and sweet read, perfect for curling up with on a winter’s afternoon.“
– Kyrais

Excerpt

Duncan took the goblet she handed him, sipping the cool, tart wine gratefully. “Hamish is bringing the squad here and they’ll patrol the grounds. Ewan’s on watch in the entrance hall tonight, and Hamish will take over for him in the morning.”

Robin took a seat on the bed, patting the space next to her. “What about you?”

He sat, unable to ignore the fact that they were alone in what amounted to a bedroom. “I’m going to find that damned gold. I’m fairly sure Lambert staged all this tonight so that he could force you to marry him in return for him paying off your creditors.”

She shuddered. “If it hadn’t been for you, I might’ve said yes.”

“Well, don’t, no matter what he says. Even if we can’t find his gold, I’ll clear your debts for you.”

Her head turned sharply. “You don’t have to do that—”

“Yes, I do,” he growled. “It’s the least I could do for you, after everything you’ve had to put up with thanks to my stupidity.”

“>She studied him, pride, fear, and a great weariness warring on her face. And, he hoped, some fragment of the love they’d shared. Finally, she laughed, the sound wry and sweet at the same time. “You always did have all the finesse of a bear in a wine shop.” Her smile took away the sting of her words. “Gods, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, relishing the softness. “I am sorry, Robin. For everything.”

“So am I. We were both fools.”

“More young and hotheaded.” Without thinking, Duncan put his arm around her. To his relief she didn’t push him away. “And stubborn as blazes.”

“That’s an understatement.” She chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Poor Charles. He thought he was getting a demure, gentle flower as his wife. And he got me instead.”

“From the sounds of things, that’s what he needed. Someone strong enough to hold things together when he couldn’t.”

She looked up at him. “Is that how you think of me? Strong?”

“Aye. Strong, and clever, and resourceful. Look at all you’ve done to keep Charlie’s inheritance.” Praying he wasn’t doing the wrong thing, he cupped her cheek. “I should have married you the day I left the academy. I was such a fool.”

She smiled at that. “Yes, you were. But things worked out in the end. Now stop wasting any more time and kiss me.”

With a groan, he did. It felt like coming home, when she was still Roberta Duquesne and he thought he had all the time in the world to woo her. He lost himself in the sweet taste of her, the only woman he had ever loved.

And then they were stretched out over the worn coverlet, Robin in his arms. Her breasts and belly pressed against him like he’d always dreamed, filling him with a hot craving. He had enough presence of mind to pull away from her mouth, sucking in a breath. “If you want to stop, say so now.”