Fires of Destiny — Linda Barlow

She felt his pulsing warmth, his essence, his strong primal energy -- and her soul yearned for him to shower her with ecstasy...

He wanted her desperately -- Alexandra could feel it with every sweet, slow, deepening kiss. That was why Roger Trevor, a Protestant heir to the Baron of Chilton, had met her at the ancient cottage...why she, a Catholic woman on her way to Mary Tudor's court, had stayed after he warned her to run from him. She loved him, though he had come back to England a rogue of dark moods and mystery.

As Roger lowered Alexandra onto the hearth rug before the fire, he asked her again to say no...to stop him. But she could only whisper yes...