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sign of a strong warrior. Go to sleep now and
know you are safe.”
    Ian closed his eyes a smile spreading across
his face.
    Eric walked down the hall to his bedchamber.
It had been quite a day. Not at all what he had expected and the
ending rather a surprise for he had gained another son.
    Of course he was disappointed that he would
not have his night of love with his wife. But no doubt she was
exhausted and already asleep. And he would not disturb her rest
even though he ached to.
    Resolved, he slowly opened the door to his
bedchamber and not wanting to wake Faith; he slipped in and quietly
shut the door then turned.
    He stood staring in disbelief. His wife stood
in front of the fireplace wearing a soft wool night dress that
draped down along a freshly scrubbed shoulder, the skin pink and
shiny from a recent scrubbing. Firelight silhouetted her naked body
beneath and her fiery red hair fell in a mass of curls past her
shoulders to rest near the tips of her firm breasts.
    “Ryan is with Bridget and Borg,” she said and
held her hand out to him. “The night is all ours.”
    Eric walked over to her, scooped her up in
his arms and walked to the bed ready and eager to share a night of
love.
     
     
    ~ The End ~
     
    You can read how Faith and Eric got together in The Irish Devil . The second book in the two-book
series is Irish Hope .
     
     
     
     
Christmas Love
    Based on characters from the book— Return of the
Rogue

    Cavan Sinclare wrapped his arms around his
wife Honora’s slim waist and tucked her back against him. He
nuzzled her neck enjoying the feel of her soft, delicate skin and
the scent of fresh pine. He wished he could scoop her up and carry
her back to bed, but he could tell she was eager to start the day,
and they had lingered making love last night.
    “I never grow tired of loving you,” he
said.
    She turned with a flourish, a hint of passion
in her violet eyes and the hearth’s firelight causing her long
black hair to glisten. Perhaps he could gently coerce her back to
bed.
    “I am so excited and happy for your mother,”
she said and gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of his arms
and hurrying to retrieve her green wool shawl from the end of the
bed.
    Cavan’s ardor quickly turned to irritation,
though not at his wife.
    Honora tossed the heavy shawl around her
shoulders as she returned to her husband and wrapped her arms
around him, not an easy task since he was a broad muscled man.
    She pressed her cheek to his. “Your mother is
happy, be happy for her, besides what a better day for a wedding
than Christmas day.”
    Cavan grunted before giving his wife a quick
kiss.
    “Be grateful that she has found a good man to
love her.” She chuckled. “It’s obvious how much Hagen loves your
mother. He’s forever holding her hand and kis—”
    “I’ll hear no more,” Cavan said shaking his
head.
    Honora chuckled again. “Your mother is a
woman and women have nee—”
    “No more I said.” Cavan moved away from his
wife and braced his hand on the rough hewn mantel and glared at the
flames.
    She walked over to him and rested her hand
gently on his back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    Cavan turned, grabbed her around the waist
and yanked her up against him. “I am trying to come to terms with
my mother marrying again. I know she deserves to be loved again,
and I know that Hagen is a good man and will be good to her. He
better be or my brothers and I will kill him.” He shook his head.
“It’s just...” He didn’t finish, he couldn’t.
    “I think I know what troubles you,” she said
softly.
    He waited, aware that most times she knew him
better than he knew himself.
    “You wonder if you were lost to me, would I
ever... love again.”
    Damn, if she didn’t know his every thought.
“It is a notion that haunts me, though it shouldn’t. You have a
right to love again if something should happen to me and yet”—he
shook his head again—“I cannot stand the thought of