Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

When he stood to full height, he buried her in shadow.

Because you’ve never been turned by a beautiful woman, have you, Captain?

If he ever grew old enough to do so, he would tell this story to his children, with the firm lesson being don’t ever strike bargains with beautiful women.

“Is that what people call me? Wayward?” “I’ve heard the word prick thrown around.” “Naturally.”

Men like you do not take pleasure in yellow flowers when there are roses in your garden.”

He’d reached into women to find himself, when all he really wanted was for someone to look at him.

“You think very highly of yourself, Hawthorn, if you imagine all my comings and goings concern you.” A noise hummed in her throat. “Maybe not your goings.”

He wondered where else she was that shade of pink.

He was starting to think it wasn’t an accident, that all of her necklines resembled a collar.