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A Rose in Winter Mass Market Paperback – October 1, 1983
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“A Rose in Winter
A crimson bloom in winter’s snow,
Born out of time, like a maiden’s woe,
Spawned in a season when the chill winds blow.
’Twas found in a sheltered spot,
Bright sterling gules and blemished not,
Red as a drop o’ blood from the broken heart,
Of the maid who waits and weeps atop the tor,
Left behind by yon argent knight sworn to war,
’Til ajousting and aquesting he goes no more.
Fear not, Sweet Jo, amoulderin’ on the moor.
The winter’s rose doth promise in the fading runes of yore,
That true love once found will again be restored.”
“Do you think calling me ‘Mr. Seton’ is going to stop me from wanting you?” he asked as his eyes caressed her. “You know very little about me… or men… if you think mere words can quench what I feel for you. ’Tis no simple lust that gnaws at me, Erienne, but an ever-raging desire to have you with me every moment, to feel your softness beneath my searching hand, and to claim you as my own. Nay, no stilted title can cool what burns in me.”
-Christopher to Erienne
“I believe, my dear Erienne,” he began solicitously, the humor in his voice disguised by a disapproving frown, “that you either have a penchant for self-destruction… or you are somehow testing me… or my ability to protect you. I think this may bear further investigation.”
The warmth that went through her could not be laid entirely to a hot blush. “You, sir, have a very evil imagination!”
“Nay, madam,” he denied. “Vivid, aye! But nothing about you is evil, and that’s all I think about.”
-Erienne & Christopher
“Tis obvious that you’re easily…” She paused, searching for a more sarcastic and descriptive word than “encouraged.”
“Aroused?” he queried.
Erienne gasped. “Certainly not!”
“Have you changed your mind? You said at a twitch of a skirt…”
“I know what I said!”
“The subject seems to be on your mind quite a bit, my lady.”
“I wonder why,” she retorted with unmistakable satire. It was impossible to ignore the manly feel of him against her.
“Because you lust after my body?” he asked, feigning innocence.
Erienne caught her breath in outrage. “I am a married woman, sir!”
He heaved a laborious sigh. “Here we go again!”
“Oh, you buffoon! Why don’t you leave me alone?”
“Did I ask you to follow me?” he protested.
She groaned aloud in frustration. “I’m sorry I did!”
“Were you bruised?” He snuggled her closer against his body. “You feel all right to me.”
“Christopher, if I weren’t so afraid of this horse, I’d slap you,” she threatened.
“Why? I only inquired of your health.”
“Because you make free with your hands! Now, stop that!” She threw away the hand that had settled on her thigh. “Don’t you ever get tired of playing the rake?”
“The sport warms and excites me, madam,” he said, chuckling in her ear.
-Erienne & Christopher
“Tis a fact I’ve learned all too well that words cast out in the light of day, like doves, oft come home to roost in the darkest hours.”
“I can’t leave you alone.” He touched his lips to the smoothly rising slope of her shoulder. “The thought of you stumbles the beat of my heart and arouses such a hunger in me that I must seek you out or groan beneath the torture of it. You have chained me to you, Erienne. The beast is your slave.”
“Whatever my lady desires,” he breathed, nuzzling the fragrant tresses beside her ear. “My world is where you are, and I follow where you lead.”
Erienne giggled as his teeth nibbled at her earlobe. “Nay, sir. I will never lead you, for my hand will be tucked firmly in yours. We are one, in truth, and by your side I will gladly walk or stand if you will have me there.”
“If?” There was amazement evident in his tone as he repeated the word. “Have I fought for you all these many months just to place you behind me, where I cannot view your beauty? Nay, my lady, beside me is where I would have you, always close to my heart.”
“Aye, milord.” She snuggled close to him, but his low, wheezing laughter made her draw back again to try to see the eyes that were only a dark shadow behind the silken cloth.
“Something amuses you?”
“Sleep! ’Twill be impossible with you in my arms.”
“Shall I go?” she questioned, resting a hand on his chest.
“Never!” He caught her to him in a fierce embrace, burying his face against her throat.
-Erienne & Lord Saxton
Violence: a duel with no details
Language: <50 swears
Sex: descriptive kissing (not just on the lips), roving male hands about 60% or so in. There is more sexual intimacy, but it's a few easily skipped paragraphs and described in very flowery language.
Very enchanting book. I loved the intrigue and the romantic aspects. Cool story! The h is everything positive and the Heroes are so swoontastic! Great book!!
One thing that I love about Kathleen Woodiwiss's books is that she sucks you in with her description of the world that the story is taking place in. You can see it so clearly and feel like you're living inside the story itself. It's a talent that I wish I could master myself. There's so much passion in her writing and her characters can be so much fun. Give it chance! You might find yourself reading it over and over again like I do!