Wed to the Barbarian (Barbarian Duet #1)

I t felt like hours Jem was slung over a stallion’s back on his belly. He braced for dear life, his stomach bruised from the merciless jolting. A rider sat behind him and suddenly reined in the horse at the sound of a distant shout.

Jem crashed to the wet ground. He’d been given a hard shove, and at least his captors hadn’t bothered to bind his hands so he could break his fall at the last moment.

His fingers were numb with cold and shock as he struggled with the knot on the sack over his head. The rough material touched his mouth with every ragged inhalation, and he tore at the binding.

The rest of him was freezing—the sun had apparently only made a brief appearance before a return of the relentless rain—but his face was hot with his muffled breath and the rush of blood from hanging over the horse.