Kristen Haardrad met the fury in the crystal-green eyes of Royce of Wyndhurst with defiance. She was his prisoner, but his slave she'd never be. Yet Kristen could not know the torment that divided his soul; how he ached to hold her -- yet hated her for an ancient crime that was not his own. But the powerful Saxon lord had met his match in the golden Viking beauty -- his equal in pride, in strength . . . and in insatiable desire.
