In Debt To The Enemy Lord. Nicole Locke

      

      “You have a debt to pay. You owe me your life.”

      Anwen, bastard of Brynmor, has fought hard to find her place in the world. But she’s forced to rethink everything when she’s saved from death by her enemy Teague, Lord of Gwalchdu. Instead of releasing her, he holds her captive...

      Teague trusts no one. So, with ominous messages threatening his life, he must keep Anwen under his watch, no matter how much her presence drives him wild. And when passionate arguments turn to passionate encounters, Teague must believe that the strength of their bond will conquer all!

      It was pitch-black when Anwen woke again.

      This time she didn’t move her head. Her throat was sore and her stomach was filled with acid. Sleep was blessed, but something had woken her. There was a smell nearby like leather and sandalwood.

      She opened her eyes. He was so close she thought the blackness of his eyes was simply the darkness of the room. Then the heat of his gaze touched her and she realised this blackness was alive. A feeling of quietude entered her. The one who’d comforted her in the night had returned.

      ‘You’ve come back,’ she said, trying to smile.

      He did not reply, but his eyes held hers. She couldn’t look away.

      NICOLE LOCKE discovered her first romance novels in her grandmother’s closet, where they were secretly hidden. Convinced that books that were hidden must be better than those that weren’t, Nicole greedily read them. It was only natural for her to start writing them—but now not so secretly. She lives in London with her two children and her husband—her happily-ever-after.

      Books by Nicole Locke

      Mills & Boon Historical Romance

      Lovers and Legends

      The Knight’s Broken Promise

      Her Enemy Highlander

      The Highland Laird’s Bride

      In Debt to the Enemy Lord

      Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk.

      In Debt to the Enemy Lord

      Nicole Locke

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Mary,

      Look, oh, look. I finally finished this story! The one I started so many years ago; the one you patiently read as I turned sentences around and repeated paragraphs.

      Please look at this book, this wonderful, dreadful book. The one I never finished while you were still here.

      Oh, it’s not the book I want you to see, but your family, your grandchildren, their red hair so similar to yours.

      I so wish you’d look, oh, look and see how much we miss you.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Prologue

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Extract

       Copyright

       Prologue

      Helplessly, he stood beside her in the early morning light. He stood partly in darkness, but she knelt on the cold stone floor at the entrance of the fortress and the sun’s light cut like spears across her huddled form.