The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

W ith a roar, Cador ordered Jem to run, barreling into the oncoming royal guards. Heart in his throat, Jem stumbled back, tripping over one of the legs of his ruined breeches that he couldn’t remove without taking off his boots. How had neither of them noticed the guards’ approach?

Because they’d been blind to everything but each other and the promise of their lips meeting, of the kisses Jem craved like water for his dry throat.

Now, Cador toppled three guards but it was no use.

More streamed through the leafy branches, trampling the delicate blossoms that grew in the shadows of the forest floor.