The Commander's Desire

by Jennette Green

Overview

Princess Elwytha wants revenge on the monster who murdered her brother. In a false exchange for peace, she offers herself in marriage to the enemy Prince. The plan? Kill the Prince’s battle-scarred Commander—the man who ended King Thor’s life with one filthy sword thrust through the back. To her horror, the Commander agrees to take Elwytha as his bride....

Product Details

BN ID:	2940011110276
Publisher:	Diamond Press
Publication date:	09/27/2010
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	336 KB

About the Author

Jennette Green has always had a passion for writing. She wrote her first story over thirty years ago, and her first romance novel, The Commander’s Desire, was published in 2008. It was given the accolades of “Top Pick” novel and “Reader’s Favorite Hero for 2009.”

Jennette loves to travel with her husband and children, and particularly likes long walks along the ocean, dreaming up new stories.

Read an Excerpt

"Give me your blades," he growled down at her.

Fear pounded in her chest, and she licked her dry lips. "You found no blades when you pawed through my clothes. The maid found none on my person. Perhaps that is because I have none."

"I don't trust you."

She smiled. As well you shouldn't. However, she asked, "How can we have a marriage with no trust?"

"Come with me." He forced her toward the door. "You will not return to this room."

"But my clothes!"

"You will have new clothes. Clothes with no holes for pockets. Clothes that provide no access to the blade at your thigh."

"Nonsense." Unthinking, she struggled and then, to her consternation, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She cried out in fear and horrified humiliation. "Put me down!" She pounded on his broad back. "Put me down, you monstrous serf!"

He strode, silent, through the halls. She squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to see the others witnessing her humiliation. "Put me down. Put me down at once!" she gasped. She bit her lip, trying to stop the weak tears of a woman, not a warrior. She sniffed and finally stopped struggling, and hung down his back. His belt about his jerkin was within reach. If only she could loosen it, she could cinch it around his massive neck! It was only a hopeless fantasy, of course.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, voice muffled. Perhaps if she pretended submission he would return her to her feet. And if she found a dagger, she'd gladly plunge it through his heart.

"To my chambers."

"Nay!" she gasped out, and struggled in earnest then. "I have decided you are unacceptable to me. You have none of the finer qualities Irequire in a husband."