They call him The Keeper, so why isn’t my mysterious new captor more interested in keeping me?
My father always told me I was too impetuous, but when I see a chance to escape my horrible life—being forced to work on my back for the tavern-keeper who owns my brother’s debt—I take it. And some valuables on the way out. Is it any wonder I’m chased into the snowstorm…and right into the single arm of a seven-foot-tall, wounded and grumpy recluse?
The Keeper might be terrifying, but he saves my hotheaded arse from certain death, then takes me back to his cozy...
They call him The Keeper, so why isn’t my mysterious new captor more interested in keeping me?
My father always told me I was too impetuous, but when I see a chance to escape my horrible life—being forced to work on my back for the tavern-keeper who owns my brother’s debt—I take it. And some valuables on the way out. Is it any wonder I’m chased into the snowstorm…and right into the single arm of a seven-foot-tall, wounded and grumpy recluse?
The Keeper might be terrifying, but he saves my hotheaded arse from certain death, then takes me back to his cozy little cottage. I can tell he wants naught to do with me, but the fierce blizzard means he’s stuck with me…and a single bed.
Determined to be useful, I’m hopeful I can wear him down. After all, I have plenty of experience with males and their pleasure. But when I learn what it is I’ve actually stolen, I become determined to set things right. Will he help me, or has he had enough of my chatter?
