This compelling and exciting story is set just after the Burgundy War where one thousand Swiss warriors soundly beat back ten thousand French soldiers and Switzerland was revealed to the world as the land not only of majestic snow capped mountains, clear mountain lakes, rich farmland and endless forests, but of a proud, passionate and free people. None the least of which is the beautiful and young lady Nichole Lucretia, highborn sister to Charles the Bold, Lord of all of Lucerne. Beautiful, wild in a way that begs to be tamed, Nichole is a gifted healer and practionaire of the old religion. A secret entrusted to her care has the awesome power to force her brother to her will and allow her to choose her husband.
Lord Jonpaul Van dir Birs is Lord of Dornach, the wealthiest realm in all of Switzerland and leader of the powerful Alliance of Swiss States. He has the lady Nichole kidnapped and brought to his court in order to force the secret from her. Jonpaul never expected Nichole’s willfulness, irrepressible courage and fierceness of her spirit to alter his plans, to say nothing of capture his heart, but still the Alliance must find a way to stop the unholy ambitions of Lord Charles.
Jonpaul knows Nichole will eventually recognize the powerful emotion between them as a love and passion that will last forever and a lifetime, but will she seize the truth in time to save them and the people they love?
Here is a scene where guards alert Jonpaul to Nichole's escape attempt and he catches her just in time:
Jonpaul stared at the sharp point of her anlace at his throat. Like the strike of a snake, his hand caught hers. She gasped in pain as he held it. Holding her one hand tight, he tossed the anlace over the battlement some goodly fifty paces into the forest.
She went rigid, alarmed by the danger shining in the dark eyes as he stood suddenly close. His nearness became a threat, one she felt fully in the whole of her being as he brought her hand behind her back, a move that forced her even closer and stopped her instinctive withdrawal.
"You little fool. I would have sworn you might remember the consequence of fighting me from the last time. A man subdues a woman in a timeless way, love, and unless you want to find yourself backside to the ground with my full attention, you will stop pitting yourself against my will."
"Never! Never! Not until your bones are ashes and your deeds are but distant memories of horror—"
It was as far as she got. Quicker than she could even start to regret the perversity of her rebellion, he lifted her to the air and, like a time before, threw her over his shoulder. Deaf to wild cries of protest and indignation, he turned to the stairs.
Nichole cried with rage and helpless and maddened by it, she went wild as he carried his baggage swiftly through the great hall. and up the staircase to his bed chamber. The door shut.
She went suddenly still just seconds before he marched to the bed and dropped her unceremoniously on her back. Leaning over her, he braced his weight on his long arms, positioned on either side of her head. He did not touch her, he did not have to, not with the very devil in his eyes as he feasted on her sudden fear at last, the alarm in her wide blue eyes, and the outline of the curves he knew so well from dreams, but only once in fact.
"Provoke me now, Nichole. I will welcome it."