Scottish marauders, incensed at England's King Charles I and emboldened after achieving the upper hand in the Bishop's War of 1640, wreak havoc on the inhabitants of Northumberland, England, and Lady Mariel Hayes finds herself at the mercy of the land hungry Baron Harold Flanders after her father is killed in a border raid. Powerless to save herself from being forced to wed the vile Flanders, Mariel prays for divine intervention. But when her salvation comes, it proves more terrifying than comforting as Mariel learns that by order of the crown, she is to wed the dark and mysterious Baron Gervace Daltry, known far and wide as the Hound of Hell.
Mariel seeks to accept this new life with her dark Baron, a man whose secrets haunt her even as his touch inflames her body. But before her mind can reconcile the sinner she knows him to be with the seductive lover she willingly surrenders to, Mariel must confront the fears that whisper to her, as evidence mounts that her life may soon be forfeit, and decide whether to trust the man she begins to love, or betray the man rumored to be the Devil's instrument of destruction.
Christmas Traditions and Memories...Nadja Notariani
Some of my happiest memories stem from Christmas-time. I come from a large family - I have four brothers and four sisters - so there were few dull moments in our household! Christmas was set aside as special, more-so than the other holidays. It was a time to bake treats to gift neighbors and friends, a time to craft ornaments for the tree, a time for Christmas music blaring from the stereo while we girls strung lights, hung the tinsel, and listened to my dad blare all sorts of profanity whilst attempting to get the train platform set up admist the gaggle of girls surrounding him.
Once the build-up of decorating, baking, cleaning, wrapping, and anticipating was accomplished and Christmas Eve arrived, my family gathered for a sea-food extravaganza that rivaled anything you've ever seen. Smelts, shrimp, clams, sardines, fish-soup, and squid graced plate after plate covering that table. Loud uncles, aunts, and cousins chatted around the table, raced around my grandmother's dining room, and merrily whipped ourselves into a frenzy of Christmas excitement