Falling for Her Captor by Elisabeth Hobbes

Gratefully Aline gulped the weak ale, taking in her surroundings as she did so. ‘Would you like something to drink?’ the boy asked nervously, passing her a leather-covered bottle. His face was not the one she feared to see, and Aline felt her legs go weak with relief. He looked no more than eighteen, his hair cropped short in the manner of a soldier. She bit down hard on her lip in an attempt to control her chattering teeth.Ī young man sat on a wooden chest, a short sword lying across his lap. ‘Who…? Where…?’ Aline asked in a voice far from controlled. Instinctively she hurled herself back into a corner with a gasp, her hands curling into fists.

The voice was male, and at the sound Aline’s memory attacked her with images. ‘Rock poppy juice will do that to you, milady.’ She lunged forward and vomited into a bucket that someone had thoughtfully placed within her reach, clutching the rim as her stomach emptied itself violently. Immediately an icy wave of nausea crashed over her. It was less painful this time, and when her vision cleared she pushed herself with shaking arms to a seated position. Gritting her teeth in readiness for the anticipated pain, she forced her eyes open again. She swallowed with difficulty through a throat that was dry and raw.Ī steady rocking informed her that she was in a moving vehicle, though she could not tell what. She opened her eyes but closed them again hastily as a sharp spasm of pain burst across her brow. Her stomach was on the point of revolting, her head felt heavy, and her limbs were tender and bruised. But could this loyal knight ever break his oath of allegiance for Aline’s sake?Īline was dragged slowly back to wakefulness from dreams of violence and fear. There’s no doubt he’s tempted more to protect her than keep her bound. Sir Hugh of Eardham has never seen anything quite like Aline’s beauty and fighting spirit. But it’s soon clear Aline’s savior has no intention of setting her free-he’s sworn to deliver her to the Duke of Roxholm, her family’s enemy! Kidnapped heiress Lady Aline of Leavingham has surrendered any hope of rescue when a mysterious figure casts her assailant aside. Say I escaped, or that you never found me.” Falling for Her Captor by Elisabeth Hobbes