by Moira Rogers
But Ammon shook his head. “A lioness. Before I sent for you, I inquired after her family. She had only a brother, who died in the first year of the war.”
If Mal turned her out, she would have nowhere, no one. “I shall make her a ward of the royal household, then. We’ll find her a position.” He turned to Ammon. “Have her brought to me.”
The man sketched a clumsy bow, already backing toward the door in his haste. “As you wish, my lord.”
“Yes,” Mal muttered when he’d gone. “As I wish.”
About the Author
How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine, and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
By day, Bree and Donna are mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit their webpage at http://www.moirarogers.com. (Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the aforementioned fevered imaginations.)