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No idea. But I have to wonder why he didn’t just say “someone’s coming, we need to pretend we are having sex”.


By Possession. Written
by Madeline Hunter
(2000)

By Posse..."
I will definitely be checking this out. Thanks for sharing. :-)
I have read it along with Hunter's other medieval, but it has been more than fifteen years. I'm not a big fan of medievals, so I've never reread those books.
I remember trying this book, but I don't remember why I disliked it :D
I love medieval romance, but it's really hard finding ones that I like. Thanks for sharing!
I love medieval romance, but it's really hard finding ones that I like. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks. I have read at least one medieval by her—I will have to look this up.
Yes, it was different times, and it can be challenging for an author to translate those in ways we are comfortable with. I think Joan Wolf and Mary Balogh both wrote several books that deal with this, particularly where the men are adulterous. They end up faithful, but their behavior and path to fidelity are true to their times.
In this case it just seems saying what he wanted would get it faster but it’s probably also true to the times that she would panic and not hear what he said.
Yes, it was different times, and it can be challenging for an author to translate those in ways we are comfortable with. I think Joan Wolf and Mary Balogh both wrote several books that deal with this, particularly where the men are adulterous. They end up faithful, but their behavior and path to fidelity are true to their times.
In this case it just seems saying what he wanted would get it faster but it’s probably also true to the times that she would panic and not hear what he said.
Susan wrote: "Okay"
Susan, I didn't mean for my comment to sound rude. It was my clumsy effort to explain why I did not recognize a passage from one of my favorite authors. Generally, the puzzles I can identify are from books that I have read several times. I'm a big rereader, but medieval romance is not a subgenre I generally enjoy and thus seldom reread. It's a strange reaction since I spent decades teaching literary texts from the period.
Susan, I didn't mean for my comment to sound rude. It was my clumsy effort to explain why I did not recognize a passage from one of my favorite authors. Generally, the puzzles I can identify are from books that I have read several times. I'm a big rereader, but medieval romance is not a subgenre I generally enjoy and thus seldom reread. It's a strange reaction since I spent decades teaching literary texts from the period.



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I'm going to check these rec's out, thanks. :-)
Why now? If he planned to force her he could have done so anytime. Last
night, even yesterday.
“Do not run away.” He did not shout but the command carried clearly over
the water. His lordly tone did not reassure her at all. Holding the gown
made movement awkward and she let the skirt fall. A mistake, that. The
fabric served like a wick and immediately she was dragging heavy sodden
drapery.
He was upon her in an instant, grabbing her around the waist. She twisted
and squirmed and pushed with the arm not clasping the gown to her body.
She opened her mouth to scream but a rough palm gagged her. “Cry out
and I will hit you,” he growled.
He began dragging her toward the bank, saying something she didn’t hear
while she blindly struggled. How could she have been so stupid! Of
course, he wanted his bondwoman with him. More convenient than
seeking out whores.
She leveraged an elbow sharply into his stomach and he spit a curse. The
lake and bank blurred past while he turned her around, lifted her, and
slung her over his shoulder.
She poured desperate arguments onto his back. “Release me! Do not do
this! You are honorable and chivalrous knight—”
“Be silent!”
“I won’t! Think of your soul. My God, you went on a crusade. You are
probably guaranteed salvation. Would you risk that for a few moments—”
“Hell’s teeth, woman, I just told you…” He climbed up the bank and
dumped her down beneath a tall bush. She rolled and scrambled to crawl
away, still clutching the we gown to her chest. Firm hands grabbed her
hips and dragged her back, then flipped her. She watched in horror as he
descended on her, immobilizing her with his body.
“Spread your legs.”
She beat at his shoulders and face with her free hand. “You had better kill
me, you animal, because if I live I will not be silent. I will go to the royal
courts! I will see you burned or castrated!”
“Spread them!” He pressed her flailing arm up over her head and with
hand and yanked your legs apart with the other and pushed the wet skirt
up to her thighs.
“Oh saints! How could she have been so foolish as to ignore what he was capable of?
He grasped her hair, forcing her face to meet his. “I said I am not going to
hurt you! Listen!” His tone and eyes brought her panic up short. He
glanced over his should, across the lake. “Listen.”
Gasping shallow breaths, she turned her attention in the direction of his
gesture. Sounds of horses and talk rumbled across the water. A different
alarm replaced her fear.
“How many?”
“Between twenty and thirty.”
“Colors?”
“White and scarlet.”
“Evil guy….”
“Perhaps not. No doubt you think I should have stood in the road and
hailed them to be sure first.”
“We are along ways from city though.”
“But we are close enough.”
She could see the road over his should. The first riders appeared in view.
What would they see if they looked…if they looked down the lake? A
basket maker’s cart and donkey, and a man and woman coupling, under a
bush. Better than a half-naked woman bathing and Hero sleeping on the
hill, especially if they came from city. Or an unattended cart which might
tempt the overbold. A cart with her ruby in it.