3 Stars
When the king of a barbarian horde turns out to be unexpectedly hot…
All I wanted to do was stop a war.
A sensible princess would have talked to her father and beseeched him to see sense. Instead, I do what I absolutely should not do: take my horse and leave the safety of my castle to parley with the enemy myself.
Only the barbarian horde waiting to besiege our home turns out to be larger than I expect… and deeply unhappy when I incapacitate half a dozen of their best men.
They take me to the king in charge… which is where my plans come undone.
Instead of declaring my intentions to help free their brethren from my father’s dungeon, I throw a challenge at their king’s feet.
Why?
Because if there were degrees of alphaness, the seven-foot-tall barbarian with a stern glint in his eyes and an air of deadly grace would be at the top. When he makes an allusion toward taming me, well, it’s a challenge I can’t possibly resist.
I want him to try.
I might secretly want him to succeed.
Just a little taste of the forbidden. Just one touch. An experience I can take away lest I wonder for the rest of my life what it might have been like.
Only barbarians play by their own rules. I am tossed over his broad shoulder, taken to his tent, and subsequently liberated of all my daggers… even the hidden ones that no one finds.
There are very few
occasions in my life when I feel like I might have bitten off more than I can
chew, but as I am dropped, weaponless, to his fur bed, I believe this is one.
I loved Alfred and
Penelope. Penelope took no shit from anyone and could take on the barbarians
with ease. It was fun to see them put in their place. I also loved how in love
Alfred was with her and how unwilling he was to walk away from her. It was nice
to see two strong characters come together and neither of them lose themselves.
Book 4 Coveted by the
Barbarian

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